Name: Uzgrod
Class: Warrior
Level: 93
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
I've roleplayed heavily in the Forsaken scene for 2(?) years now, you may know me as Dunderholm or Sarrif.
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
"Lok-Tar Ogar Brothers!" Uzgrod bellowed the war-cry and thumbed his chest, his unit was already surrounded seconds after they emerged from the dark portal.
"Come on you maggots, you want to live forever? In my day we would've fed you to the rylaks!", Uzgrod storms forward shield and axe in hand and joins the fray with other members of the horde. He was always the type to lead by example and his unit follows.
Visions of the past start seeping in, back when the dark portal first opened on Draenor to invade Azeroth, he was one of thousands to go through. He was still a young lad then, barely 16 summers old but already eager for blood and glory as many of his race were. He had lived through three major wars and even survived the human internment camps. But this time was different, they were not fighting for glory and conquest but for the safety of home and heart. Part of this filled Uzgrod heart with regret and sadness but he would do his part, for the horde, for Thrall who freed so many of us.
Uzgrod slams his shield into the first row of iron horde orcs unlucky enough to be standing in the front line. He hears a satisfying crunch as he hits one orc full in the face breaking it's jaw.
"Hahaha maggots!" Uzgrod laughs heartily and bellows commands to his unit while swinging his axe to meet a new foes blow in mid air "Come at me!". But mid-air Uzgrod freezes his axe as he sees the face of the new foe, "Dad?", paralyzed at the sight of this new foe Uzgrod drops his guard for a split second. An opportunity for another iron horde member to attack him from behind swinging a large mace at his head and all turns black.
As he opens his eyes he finds himself in the presence of several heavily wounded members of the horde, blood elf, tauren, troll, goblin and even some forsaken. Where was he, and how did he get here? Another orc walks up to him, a shaman by the looks of it, "You took quite a blow to the head, you are lucky you were wearing a helmet or you would've been dead." Uzgrod looks around and finaly notices the smell of salt water and the swinging motion that he thought was in his head were actually waves. "Were am I?" he askes the shaman. "On a ship to the home of the frostwolves". He snorts "Home, I'm not sure what that is at his point". Uzgrod thinks back to the moment at the portal, was that really his father he thought. It looked like him sure enough, but he wasn't entirely sure. He must find out and to that he would need help.
A deadie come to take the orcish way of life? Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Well, it's nice to see a familiar face here either way, and with a well-written application no less, so I do believe I can't think of any good reason to send you back to your crypts. Go on ahead and poke any of us officers in-game for your IC interview so that we can get your green life under way!
Interviewed and accepted as our personal booze bringer! Welcome to the tribe!