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“Sif? Is it truly you? No? A Night Elf? But for a moment….
Enough of this! The visions of my Sif have tormented me for far too long. It is time for me to avenge her, and to bring honor to her memory. My brother must pay!”
-Thorim
Thorim wants you to listen to his story.
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Quest Giver: Thorim — Temple of Storms, Storm Peaks [34, 46]
Objective: Listen to Thorim’s story.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
What Thorim Reveals
This quest delivers the tragic backstory of the Storm Peaks conflict through Thorim’s own words:
Lore Context
Everything Thorim tells you here is true, but incomplete.
He genuinely believes Loken murdered Sif and framed Arngrim. What he doesn’t know (and won’t learn until the Ulduar raid) is that the “spirit of Sif” that has been haunting him is actually a manifestation of Yogg-Saron, the Old God imprisoned beneath Ulduar. Yogg-Saron has been manipulating both brothers for centuries.
The cruel irony of this quest is that Thorim’s awakening is itself part of Loken’s plan. Loken (as Lok’lira) engineered the entire Hyldsmeet infiltration specifically to lure Thorim away from the Temple of Storms, where Thorim is at his most powerful. By “waking up” and leaving to confront Loken, Thorim is doing exactly what Loken wants.
This deception plays out in the later quest, The Reckoning.
Easter Eggs
Explore the Storm Peaks’ hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Storm Peaks Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War JournalLightning came off his armor in threads and ran down the arms of the throne.
“For a moment I thought you were my beloved Sif… That strand of hair… but no! It can’t be… Sif is dead.” The words came slower after that. “My… my brother… killed her!”
Loken. Astrid had given me that name in Brunnhildar, and I had gone and killed eight of his children in a cave on the strength of it.
“He did more than that,” I said. “He controls Ulduar now.”
Lok’lira had told me the world would be torn asunder if Thorim failed to take it back.
“Ulduar…” He turned his head toward the horizon. “I was sworn to protect Ulduar. Sworn to protect the Terrace of the Makers. Sworn to protect the pacts between the races of frost. But I failed! I let my brother trick me. I let him turn me against my allies. He tricked me into blaming Sif’s death on a dear friend, Arngrim, the king of the frost giants.”
He stopped there for some time.
“After I realized what I’d done… I… gave in to despair.”
So that was the whole of it. A wife killed, a war opened against people who had done nothing to earn it, and then a very long time sitting in one place.
“It needn’t end this way,” I said.
I have no business saying that to anyone. I said it anyway, and I said it as though I believed it.
He came up off the throne, and the hall got considerably smaller.
“Who are you, little one? To come speak these words to the mighty Thorim… I should… crush you!”
I stayed where I was.
“Yet, you’ve delivered me from my stupor. Your presence here is a sign! It was no accident that I mistook you for Sif.” Then: “What would she think of me?”
He said it out loud, to a stranger, standing in his own hall.
I have carried that question the length of a continent and never once let it out of my mouth. What would Namarie have thought of me?
“I must prepare for battle. I must avenge her death and liberate the titans’ sacred grounds from my brother’s madness!”
The storm over the temple answered before he had finished, which I took to mean the weather up there had been waiting on him as long as everything else had. We were both mourners. The Stormlord had found his purpose again.
Perhaps, in helping him claim his, I’d find my own.
Thorim had spent centuries at war with the wrong enemy, and there were frost giants down in Dun Niffelem who had buried their dead over a lie, so the first thing the Stormlord asked of Vikstone was help Mending Fences.
