Book of stories

[Bronson]

I thought we could have a thread with stories. It could be about anything that has to do with our characters or guild. I will start it all with the story about Treglobh. Our guilds most insecure little orc.


Treglobh grew up in a small orc camp. His father was a weird fella, a madman they called him. He was an engineer and inventor and he built some crazy stuff. Treglobh's mother died during his birth, so Treglobh spent most time during his growth alone (since his father paid alot more attention to his inventions then to Treglobh). The only friend he had was the elder Shaman of the tribe. He was a very wise orc and he learned Treglobh alot about the history and heritage of orcs. He also told him about the elements and how they gave the orcs their strength and power.The shaman wanted Treglobh to follow in his footsteps, but Treglobh had other plans. He saw how much respect and appreciation the warriors in the tribe got and he decided to be a warrior, so he one day could be respected, and one day have friends. Then, he would never be alone again.


Treglobh is a very insecure orc. Always looking for friends and appreciation. If anyone in the guild needs help, Treglobh will almost always try to help out. Even if the task is way to dangerous for him and would lead to a certain death. As his father, Treglobh is an engineer and miner. He learnt alot sitting in his fathers workshop making his own little inventions.
Treglobh did not join Severed Heads to be a hero, or to get power. The only thing he wants is respect and friends.

[Trueshot]

A rapport tu da warchief:

Me travel tu stoneshaduw mountuns cause sum ratchet blah me find more lore bout glowin rock, so me do that.

On da way me see twu elbs runnin un me quickly get behind tree to see wut elbies ar doin. Tuupid elbs just running me think un me folluw m un WHAAAGH tuu last wun as im look like mojo. Me tried tu slash m in da legs un me miss. Me failed warchief un elbs ran away.

Me nub want to write report wid just dat un me continue wid task. Maybe stone bubbosh fur warchief. Noddur elb poofed in front ob me un started doin da mojo! Harr, me use slasha as blahd by Thrall trainur un me KLOMPED DA HEAD OB ELB! WHAAAAAGH! Elb wus strong, but elb nub grub bout Severed Eads Orcs powur. Elb wus tasty, hurr hurr, me sabe ear fur lat.

Me still busy wid mojo stone lore. Tuupid ratchet sent me bak un ford. Ib ratchet playin with BashLakh us had ratchet fur fuud, harr.

BLUUD FER DA BLUUDGOD!

P.S. Is this orc one of yours? He's making me write th.,,''```~~.

[Solmyr]

Was waiting to post this since the forum went down.

I'll write info on Gazul according to the little thread posted on the
Blizzard forums where you describe your char's views on a number of
people/factions.

Classes:
Warriors - Gud fight'rs. Can hide behind em.
Hunters - Dat's me, so dem ur gud.
Mages - Mojo makers, me nub like.
Priests - More mojo makers.
Warlocks - Crazy bad mojo makers, me scared.
Shamen - Gud mojo makers, talk to spirits. Me like.
Druids - Me nub know much about dem. Got mojo too, but mebbe nub so
bad. Except if dem is longears, den bad.
Rogues - Sneak'rs, mebbe useful but me nub turn me's back on dem.
Paladins - Alliance fight'rs, nubhosh. Klomp or be klomped.

Races/Species:
Stormwind Humans - Skah!
Ogrimmar Orcs - Bubhosh, best peeple in da wurld.
Darkspear Trolls - Gud allies, nub so gud as orcs dow.
Exiled Gnomes - Dem like gobbos, only nub green, yub?
Forsaken Undead - Me nub know much, dem is scary dow.
Darnassus Night Elves - Skah skah skah skah skah!
Mulgore Tauren - Gud allies, many got honor like orcs. Me like.
Ironforge Dwarves - Skah! Beards make gud blankets dow.

Leaders:
Lady Jaina Proudmoore - Nub know her.
King Magni Bronzebeard - Dorf boss? Skah!
Warchief Thrall - Orc big boss. Me gud orc, so me serve him.
Shadow Hunter Vol'jin - Troll boss? Me nub talk to him much.
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner - Nubded boss? Me nub wanna meet. Un she got long ears.
Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof - Kow boss? Gud ally to Boss Thrall.
High Tinker Mekkatorque - Who's dat?
Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind - Who's dat?
Arch Druid Staghelm - Who's dat?
Arch Druid Malfurion Stormrage - Who's dat?
"King" Arthas/Lich King - Real big bad mojo nubded boss. Nub wanna meet.
Horde Champion Rexxar - Bubhosh, ours fight'r.

Gazul comes from a tribal family in western Durotar. His father Razud
also was a hunter, and was killed by night elves in Ashenvale. From
this stems Gazul's extreme hatred of elves, whom he will fight in
preference to all other enemies. Being from a rather barbaric
background where survival is the first priority, Gazul's honor extends
only so far as it gets his enemies dead - he will not hesitate to use
any available means to achieve victory. He also distrusts most
magic-users, with the exception of shamans, whom he respects greatly.

As with all my characters' personalities, Gazul's can evolve if
influenced properly. ;)

[Narak]

Murgh grew up on a pig-farm in the outskirts of Orgrimmar. From his early childhood on he helped his father caring for the pigs, cleaning the stables and feeding them. Slaughtering was the job of the grown-ups though.

Due to the lack of playfellows in his age he spent most of his free time in the pigpen playing with the little shoats, where he discovered a quite unusual feat for an orc - a certain love for all living things. Feelings he was ashamed of though and tried to hide well from the other orcs, since they surely would be regarded as a weakness.

Soon he prefered the company of pigs to that of orcs and developed an especially strong "friendship" to a shoat he named "Pflugh". Pflugh seemed to be an extraordinary intelligent pig, learned quite a few tricks and followed Murgh almost everywhere. The two found ways to communicate that would seem almost supernatural and would probably be described as a spirit bond by a shaman.

All the other orcs saw though was an orc youngling, clad in mud, almost looking like a pig himself (and definately smelling like one), sitting in the pig pen and having a conversation with a boar. They laughed behind his back (and often right into his face) and decided he had gone crazy.

His father was ashamed of his offspring and one day made a decision how to solve the whole matter. So he announced that the next day Murgh, now being old enough, would have to slaughter his first pig: Pflugh. Murgh was horrified (and Pflugh even more so), so the two decided that the only way to get out of this was to escape. The same night Murgh packed the few belongings he had and ran away from the farms, into the moonlit night of Durotar desert.

Now he was an outcast, branded as a pig thief. He made his new home in a cave in one of the canyons, where he soon learned what it meant to survive in a harsh environment such as this. But he was not alone, and Pflugh with his sensitive nose pointed him the way to water and eadible roots. One day he found a bow on a dead body of an unlucky troll, who had fallen prey to raptors. Soon he becamed quite skilled in using it and so Murgh and Pflugh, as a team, established their place at the end of the foodchain as the most successful predators of Durotar.

Some might wonder what happened to his respect for life. But he was still an orc, and he was a carnivore. Even though he always felt a small regret when killing an animal he saw nothing wrong with killing for food - to survive. And to become a big strong orc, what he did. Just as Pflugh became a strong and fierce boar. The odd thing was that he seemed to age at the same pace as Murgh did, much too slow for a pig ...

One day Murgh, now being a grown up orc, wearing a bushy beard and long hair, felt it would be safe to return to civilization since nobody would recognize him anymore anyway. There he learned that his father had died the day he had escaped. In a moment of carelessness he had slipped and fallen into the pigpen, where he was ripped into bits by the pigs in an odd blood frenzy (orcish pigs are a bit different from those cuddly pink animals you might know).

Murgh's skills as a scout were soon recognized by the Horde, and his assignements lead him to distant lands and exciting adventures. Among all kinds of odd lifeforms he also ran into Night Elves, for which he soon developed a profuse hatred. Deep within he knew that at the end, he envied them for their strong bond to the woods and to nature. But that is a secret he kept carefully for himself. Instead he built up the facade of a fierce tough orc towards the outer world and tried to adjust to orcish society as best as he could. But every now and then he still feels out of place, retreats into the wilderness and isn't seen by an orcish being for many days ...