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How can you not like cake? What are you, insane?

Marvel Superhero? Gosh there are so many to choose from. I'd say Deadpool if he can be considered a hero

I'll bounce the question on.

Oof I think either Trine or Bastion.

What is the craziest food you have ever eaten?

An interesting question to say the least. Many moments I've pondered the answer and it will be either supernatural speed, the ability to fly or the ability to become invisible at will. Opting towards the last one though.

Due to my own facination with these things I'll bounce this one on.

As some might have known I have been away for about a month. I want to apologise for that as I did not have the time to actually play thanks to college projects and a general disinterest in WoW at the time.

Now, however, I'll have to bid you all farewell. As the guild moves to Argent Dawn, I shall not. Yesterday evening was my last time rp for a while. The time I spent with you lot was great and I've met a lot of awesome people along the road.

From the first day I rped with the tribe, you all have been acceptant of me as a newcomer and I would like to thank you all for that.

Perhaps in time I shall migrate to AD, but until then; Game on.


/salute
Blood and Honour, tribe.

Te altero latere videbo,
Kogra.

Avast me hearties!
I be takin' me name be still the Windwatcher? Be watchin' out for storms 'n' all.

I'll whip all the wolves into grabbing tabards/wolf masks.

<brandishes... -THE- whip...>

All those poor wolves forced to wear tabards and the skin of their fallen brothers and sisters

[Thurgog]

Thurgog

Alright. I'm going to take it a little from the past.

In my last task I was to hunt prey with two other orcs. I've started searching for prey worth to kill that thay. Learned about two peaceful but worthy beasts to hunt. I've asked around if anyone volunteers for the hunt.

Unfortunately no one did from the tribe. I kept asking around and found two orcs who volunteer to hunt with me. They are of the tribe now While I was learning about worthy preys to hunt, I have learned about a big black wolf called Blackjaw in Nagrand.

I've been told that it leads the biggest wolf pack in Nagrand and have a black jaw as strong as crocodiles.I've kept it for my Om'riggor task, for this day. I have waited for long time for this moment.
I went hunting for it today, ran all the way to the border of Talador. When i entered its den, wolf started to circle me. Jaw of black steel, fur as the dark night.

The giant wolf sniffed. That moment I was ready, just as always. Quickly jumped to the side, seeing the wolf is pouncing on me. It scratched inside of my arm with it's claw but it was not good enough.
enough. It was my turn to pounce on prey now. Quickly jumped to its back and chopped its head off with my axe. It was quickly over. It's blood started flowing like a fountain. I have seen that its blood is as black as mine.

I've drawn to lines with it blood under my eyes. It was just as strong as I am if not more but not smart enough. That moment i have remembered one thing.

I've been called mindless brute in the tribe before but I have always known about the power of the mind. If it was just about the strenght only, today, it would be me who is the prey.

Name given: Thundertooth

[Vraxxar:]

Vraxxar:

It took some time before I found a prey. But then I found a good one. Something I actually haven't hunted before.

When I was in reach, I took and arrow.Knocked it against the string carefully pulling it back as I aimed.

I shot, but missed! Because the snake had seen me and it actually dodge the arrow!

It then flew towards me and I just dodged it! I quickly drew two arrows and shot. One missed, one hit. Right at its throat.

I think it was the throat, it was bleeding heavly. It went for another strike and I raised me bow to block it! And the bow broke in half..

Here it became tough... I took two arrows and held them in each hand, wating.. We stared at eachother, circling. Then it came.

It attacked again, but this time I jumped over it and dug my arrows into it! I held hard with one arrow I kept stabbing it. But I lost the grip when it throwed itself at a tree.

I quickly took new arrows, it was bleeding alot. Slowed. With a final strike it came! Taking my leg with the bite! And I stabbed it!

This time I killed it! The arrows went through the throat and the head!
I carved out one of the fangs.

Then I came back here and passed out.

Name Given: Wildmark

[Mazara]

Mazara

I travelled north-east over the plains. I hadn't thought out what I was going to hunt, I suppose I just enjoyed the hunt in itself.

Eventually, I was drawn in a rather specific direction. I was nearing the elemental throne, and the air smelled of ash.

As I grew closer to the throne, the spirits beckoned me. But they did not want me to go to the throne. They directed me eastward. That is when I knew what I was hunting.

Over a few hills, I found a raging fire elemental, enraged and gone mad by spirits knows what. I realized then, the spirits would have me end it's suffering.

Having nothing to hide behind and wait, I lay down on the grass and waited for the elemental to rush nearby location so that I could surprise it. When it finally did, it wasn't easily phased.
I struck it with my axe, but it recovered quickly and retaliated. It focused it's rage on me now instead of the landscape.

Blow after blow I managed to evade or parry... Except this one.

If the elemental would not have burned me as it slashed, I would have bled to death on the way back here, no doubt.

Before it hit, I had tried to commune with the spirits of water to aid me. It isn't my strongest element, so I had to shift my focus from the fight momentarily.

That is when it found a way through my defense and hit me. However, the water heard me and soon granted me the strength to push back the elemental.

With blow after blow finding it's mark with my axe, the elemental was soon struggling to keep itself together.

As I delivered the final blow, the fire elemental burst into smoke. The only thing left was this...
I took it as my trophy and returned. The elements were pleased with my effort.

Given name: Blazebreaker

[Sinami:]

Sinami:

For my hunt I decided to go east of camp and down a talbuk, since I've never seen the point in hunting something for sport only. I'd rather hunt something I can get a lot of use and benefit out of..

But, I digress.So, I left camp and started east. I've studied the talbuks these past few weeks and I've come to know their habits and favourite places for grazing failry well by now.

The talbulks were grazing peacefully, and I took great care to move downwind, lest they'd catch my scent and scatter.

Since I didn't have Frostfang with me I couldn't use him to single out one of them, so I'd just have to wait for one of them to stray a little bit away from the rest of the herd. So I sat down in the shadow of a large tree to wait.

What I hadn't counted on, however, was that I wasn't the only predator out hunting tonight... nor had I counted on the fact that I could be seen as prey...

I caught the scent of cat seconds before it sprung on me and I managed to roll aside, so as not to be impaled by its claws. I spared a thought to the fact that it moved more like a humanoid being than a cat before I had to concentrate on surviving.

I am not at my best when I have to fight an enemy in hand to hand combat, so at first I was mostly trying to defend myself against whatever creature was attacking me and try to keep it from killing me.

It managed to rake me with its claws a few times before I finally managed to get a hand free and grab one of my arrows. I could feel the creature's hot and putrid breath against my face and I stabbed it wildly with my arrow...

The creature howled in agony and thrashed against me before it went still. I crawled out from underneath it and upon closer inspection I realised that I had managed, by pure luck, to stab the thing through the eye and into its brain.

Not quite believing my own luck I thought about how to proceed. The talbulks had long since fled, the noise from the fight, as well as the smell of blood, had scared them off. But I figured this creature would serve as well as any...

So I painted myself with its blood and returned to camp... and that's my tale.

Given name: Swifthowl

[Threkna:]

Threkna:

I went to the harbour the Iron Horde have built on the coast, looking for prey. Found a Shattered Hand orc scouting on the outskirts.

I distracted him by throwing some stones at him, then moved. Once he came where I stood before, I leaped at him and struck.

Both of us fought like our clan does. Dirty tricks with throwing sand in the eyes, spitting in the opponents face and otherwise. At last I managed to knock him off his feet and slit his throat. Cut off the bladed arm to keep as trophy.

Given name: Slitskin

On the third day of Christmas the Warchief gave to me...

Three grinding quests, two more loftys, and an axe in a gnome's head

The broken one.
Bound.
Bound had my body been when I came back to consciousness. Bound as if something had strapped me together with the floor. My muscles ached to be used. A blinding light shone through the narrow slits of my eyes as I opened them, bright light radiating from the sun I could see through the flaps of the tent. When lifting my right hand to protect my eyes from the sun, I couldn’t help but notice this estranged green hued hand. It was mine, this I knew but it didn’t look familiar.

My hand moved to my head. Once in contact, I could feel tightly wrapped pieces of cloth covering my head and left eye. Perhaps that is why I have problems with my depth of perception. Pain seared through my body, I let out a groan in response. Trying to lift my left arm but it did not respond, when tilting my head and looking down I saw it was cast in a sling across my chest. I used my right hand to push myself up and sit straight up. This did not go without effort. Pain jolting through my body once more but at least I sat now.

My gaze shifted to look down at the crippled form below. There were only a few spots that were not wrapped in the cloth and those spots that weren't had hideous burn marks. A frown had been brought upon my face as I looked around the unfamiliar hut. wooden beams had been placed here and there to give it a form. Hides were draped over the wooden frame to protect those within from the cold that was outside. Similar hides like those that lay scattered on the floor.
Next to me lay a bag made out of white fur. beside that stood a battered harness, from its back a pole was erected and a torn banner cascaded from the top. I couldn’t help but think that these were my own even though none of it seemed to bring forth any memories.

The sound of the flaps of the tent opening had reached my ears. I turned my head and saw that a brown skinned figure had entered. He had furs draping all over him and some white snow had covered parts of him. He had looked at me and nodded somewhat contently.
“You’re finally awake then? Good, I thought you wouldn’t make it. Now I can finally ask the questions that have been burning upon my lips for the last week now.” He had said, stepping closer towards me and eventually seated himself in front of me.
“Tell me, what were you doing with this?” He had reached for a burned white and blue tabard as he spoke. Upon the blue field an embroidery of a white wolfs head was displayed.
I reached out to take it within my hand. It felt soft like wool and somewhat familiar but I couldn’t place the memory of it.
“I.. It is mine.” The words rolled off of my tongue but it felt heavy.
The male had raised his eyebrow in an inquisitive manner. I felt his stare burning upon my skin. After a short pause he grunted and nodded. “Tell me stranger, who are you?” He had asked.
I blinked and opened my mouth to answer immediately: “I, I am…” my mind raced to finish the sentence but no matter how hard I thought about the subject no result would come to mind.

Who am I?

A tale of Ice and Water
Four days had passed. The weather had grown colder since they had escaped the jungle. Not ever once had they been threatened by anything more dangerous than a few high waves and the occasional chimera-like creatures flying over. Had circumstances been different, the voyage might have been idyllic, if not for the fact that ships and the shaman did not go hand in hand. All the days had her stomach been twisting, her freshly consumed rations cast back upwards and eventually into the sea. Her gaze was blurred, the world around her turning, her balance had been non-existent on this ship and her ability to hear had lessened to the point where she was not able to converse anymore on a normal level.

The company she had found herself in consisted of horde members, none of which she really knew. Some were of the banners, others were just grunts of Orgrimmar that had found themselves into this mess. She had known none before the ship had departed. She had hoped to have at least someone with her that she had known for a longer while but alas, that was not the case. Perhaps for the better. Now no one would be able to take the pish with her about how great she had been on this ship. If one of her own had seen her like this she would probably never be carrying the banner again. Who would want someone that can’t a little bit seafaring to carry that which symbolises their unity?

Days had been calm and that was probably for the better. In her current state, she would probably not be able to be much of a help anyway. Her world was spinning and she had none of the spirits react to her calling… No. She was alone in this. Except for her wolf, Snowstalker, she had been with her all this time. Only the spirit of the wild had been with her.

Kogra had moved to the side of the ship to empty her stomach contents within the sea for the third time this day. Her gaze looked down as she stared at the drifting vile green and yellowy liquid. Why did she even continue trying? She shook her head and lifted it, her vision shifting upwards to look at the horizon. Her mouth dropped as she perceived something she had hoped to be an illusion. A blockade of armoured ships had lined up in front of theirs. Orders were bellowed behind her be she had not been able to comprehend them. For her it sounded like everything was heard from underwater.

The Gosh’kar had tried to walk over to the others but her body refused, instead of walking her being had collapsed next to the side of the ship. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get herself to stand up or even sit properly. No, her face was destined to be ever connected with the deck. The feeling of prodding against her side had joined, her wolf had tried to help her get up again but even with the joint effort they did not succeed.

A sound broke through her hindered sense of hearing. From the blockade she heard multiple sounds similar to that of raw thunder, they had opened fire. Within moments she saw the, once so stable, army she had been with stumbling all over the deck and falling over the side. Bits of wood sent flying through the air, the floor tearing holes within the ship. Screams of agonizing pain rising, orders barked but lost within the mass screaming.

“Spineless cowards!” was all she could mutter before an explosive force from below deck had ruined the rest of the ship. The last she could feel was the colder air breeze through her hair before she was met with a cold wet bath.