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Kintka stirred. He’d been sleeping so heavily this night, he’d not noticed he was soaked from the rain. His shelter had succumbed to the weight of collected water and had created a hole in the roof. His shelter building still needed some work evidently. He grunted to himself as he sat up moving to a slightly dryer spot.

He let his thoughts wander to the clan, to  the spirits he’d encountered and back to his brother. He missed Klarous most of all, however felt that he missed the other clan members as well. Yet despite this he was called away. It had been around 30 moons since he was last with them. He slipped away in the middle of the away after a clan gathering.  He had considered if anyone would notice, he doubted it. His journey had taken him to a forest, he sensed old and powerful spirits here, and not all of them were ancestral.

Kintka snapped his mind to the present, he watched the rain fall and make small splashes in the waterlogged soil. He didn’t mind the wet anymore. Or the dry, with d or any weather for that matter. This journey had taught him lots of things. An understanding of how things are. A balance of elements and how an imbalance can cause problems and things that he’d never considered before. He was still learning about all of this but had become aware, which was an important first step. At least that is what he was told. Kintka held out his hand towards the puddle, and almost as fluid as the liquid itself began to twiddle his fingers. After a short while the water began to ripple and rise it slowly entwined itself between his fingers as if it were a snake or worm. He chuckled to himself a little an placed his hand to the floor as it slowly returned to its puddle state. He smiled, “This is the journey I should be on.”

This journey had not just been one of self discovery and teaching, but a quest almost. One of the spirits that Kintka had communed with a couple of nights before he’d left had told him to travel to discover himself and that he’d find a teacher at the journeys end. One that could properly teach him about the spirit realm, how to commune with them properly and become what he was supposed to be. A Spirit Walker.

The following morning, Kintka awoke. The sun was shining now onto him through the canopy above and wild bird song filled the air with exotic tunes. Kintka picked up his bag and left, only carrying a mortar and pestle, mug, blanket and some meat he’d hunted a few nights prior. He had learnt to travel light as too much baggage only weighed him down  and tired him too quickly. A few hours had passed when he felt something. It’s wasn’t a physical touch, but something reached out. He decided to find some herbs and meditate in case it was a spirit that was trying to reach him. He quickly found his needed herbs, brewed his tea and started meditating. This simple process Kintka had almost perfected. And it wasn’t long until he saw the spirit that called him. His new teacher...

Oh no. I've missed much this holiday. Time to return  it think.

I will. Likewise let me know if you want Frostfang to do something. I frequent the realm... Possibly too much haha.

Kintka had started to enjoy his trips to the spirit realm. There was still much to learn. He found that he couldn't always find his way back to the mortal realm when he wanted or that he was pulled back before he was ready. He needed to find a common ground. Maybe his tea wasn't consistent enough and that's why, or maybe there was another reason he just wasn't sure of.

Kintka had noticed a difference in the spirits regarded him. They acknowledged him, greeting him almost. Though none ever approached he could sense a calmness that was never there before. He still stumbled upon occasions where a spirit was agitated and used his shell for its own purpose. Often taking Kintka’s body for a walk. Luckily it was nothing more than that, but the sickness feeling that come after for half a day rendered him useless almost. Still, that was becoming more rare.

He found that his dreams were invaded less. He had started to enjoy his sleep and even awaken refreshed, but they too on occasion were interrupted. Less by spirits more of... Well dreams. He often dreamt of a forest. The feeling of looking for something. He never knew what, but it was the same dream every other night. It felt similar to the dreams he had of Stonetalon when leading his brother and himself to the clan. He had an urge to find it, but there was no spirit guide this time pointing the way. It's probably just a dream.

Kintka continued to practice his ritual. Each day finding the same spot by the tree and slipping into his trance like state. Each time spending longer in the spirit realm. This encounter would prove to be different. He would speak to his first spirit, a wolf by the name of Frostfang. They spoke for a while. Kintka sought to find out what he could. It was a surreal experience, but one he thoroughly enjoyed. After speaking to Frostfang he felt a purpose, a calling. Is this what was meant for him? Enter the spirit realm and talk to the ancestors, pass messages from deceased to the living? Of so, he'd do it gladly.

((thanks for reading. Sorry if it's a bit all over the place. Needed to get it out of my head while I was thinking about it. I'm particularly interested in players that may have a spirit that can be communed with.  If this is something that you would be interested in drop me a whisper. Maybe this spirit is an evil alternative ego that was to condemn the clan, or you want your character to get a family heirloom that has been lost. Whatever your ideas. Let me know. ))

I like it. Reading stuff like this helps give me ideas on how things should be done Shaman wise! Keep them coming! 

Amazing. Really enjoyed that!

   The dreams that Kintka had been having over the past few nights were getting more random. At first it was his parents, talking about the different members of the clan that they had witnessed, from what they could work out from the other spirits around and where he and his brother should go from here. They were certain they were both destined to be Red Blade, but where they fit in the grand scheme, they weren't sure.

   Then come a new spirit. He was a large Orc, lots of battle scars, a gruf and harsh voice and clearly a veteren warrior. He didn't give a name but directions. He described a path through barren and dead terrain, with all sorts of beasts roaming the wilderness. There would be a cave of sorts where an heirloom would be found. An old Red Blade axe that was once held by one of the more powerful Orcs in the clan's history. "It needs to be retrieved for the coming events!" He growled before turning on his heel, it was almost as if it was an order. But her was talking to the wrong orc. Kintka had no say. The need to find another, more versed in the spirits was becoming more important.

   The morning after the Orc had told him to retrieve the axe, they moved, tracking the assassins out of the camp. Not long after leaving they come to a cross roads, not sure on a direction as the tracks led them in opposite directions, they come to a stop. A discussion broke out between the better trackers and higher ranks. While Kintka sat quietly, a voice entered his head. He couldn't make out the words properly but a direction was clear as day. "North". He looked around to see if it had been an Orc whispering close to his ear, but there was no other apart from Klarous, and he knew his Brother's voice well. It was not he. He leaned in and informed his brother of the direction. Klarous and Kintka however kept to it to themselves and waited. It become apparent that the group would be split. One group heading south and the other north. The brothers decided to head north. After some time they come to halt where they seem to pick up another Orc, Kintka couldn't quite see or hear who it was but it was obvious that the others knew of him. They pressed on. They eventually come to a boarded up cave. The trackers were sure that this was the correct way. They waited, then the new Orc conjured up some wind so strong that it ripped some of the boards off of the entrance. Kintka was in awe. He'd never really seen magic other than a rabbit being turned into a sheep and some mending magic. This was control of the elements. The Orc must have been immensly powerful thought Kintka. Maybe he's the one I need to learn from. The group then proceeded to enter the cave. There was something not quite right, little whispers entered Kintka's mind. As they went deeper they grew louder, he shook his head to try and get rid of them but failed. A sharp pain over took him and then slowly subsided. Once it had gone he was in a small village that was burning and the two groups had finally returned to each other. They pressed on.

   They finally reached come out of the pass and were hit by some fresh but warm air. Kintka breathed heavily. He hadn't realised that the air had even changed that much. He looked around and saw similar pleasure on the other Orcs faces. He smiled, maybe they aren't so different. He continued to take in deep breathes for a few moments after, then was hit by subtle but memory jerking scents. He knew this place, didn't recognise where he was exactly but the scents took him home. He found himself getting quite emotional, trying to hide his feelings he started to separate himself from the rest of the group. Which he did successfully until blacking out. He awoke standing almost central to a group of Orcs who had just finished questioning one of the serverely injured assassins. He stepped back, a number of the Orcs eyeing him suspiciously. No one said anything and almost ignored him, he enjoyed it. He let the others pass him before he continued on his journey, even Klarous looked at him with slight concern but said nothing. They reached an abandoned hut and stopped.

   Kintka looked back down at the small hut and camp that had been quickly and efficiently erected. They had only just arrived and other Orcs were out hunting and putting up makeshift huts. It was quite an impressive sight. Kintka hadn't been around Orcs to this degree for around fifteen years. It had just been his brother, Varana, the female Orc that whisked them away from certain doom and himself. For the fifteen years Varana had taught them how to survive in the wild, that's all she knew. Not how to fight, not how to interact within a clan and certainly not how to commune with spirits. This was something he needed to find out for himself, and quickly.

Thanks for the kind words. There'll certainly be more. Stuff needs to happen first haha.

[Unsure Progression]

((These short stories/accounts are from my character's point of view. They may mention other people's characters (their interaction with my toon, my toon's thoughts of your character etc).  If you'd rather I didn't, please let me know. Similarly if you'd like your character to be involved in something similar to this. Let me know. Now without further delay...))

Unsure Progression

Kintka sat next to the fire he’d made before the attack, processing the events that unfolded. He looked over at his brother, Klarous. Fast asleep. After what happened tonight, Kintka wondered what had happened in the years those two were apart. His eyes moved to were the pyre had previously been lit. Why did assassins come? Who were they after? Would they come again? True, this was the concerns on everyone’s minds, he thought. But why was he and his brother there.

Kintka had never been around this many orcs since the attack on his village, some 15 years prior. He certainly didn’t remember anyone or what it was like to belong to a tribe. Yet he had the opportunity to. Is this why his mother had brought them here? He laid back and shut his eyes. There was only one way to find out.

Kintka had developed his ability to commune with his mother in a sleep like trance. The journey to Stonetalon Mountains has been a long one after all, and they had got lost a few times at the start. He needed some answers now his destination has been reached. Once more she come to him, however there a disturbance, she wasn’t as clear as before. “Mother, we’re here. Is this what you wanted?”. “Yes, you’re here. You need to fit in, you and your brother. I can guide only so far, but you must find one of the tribes Mystics. They need to train you about the spirits. Or you’ll go mad. Once you join the tribe properly, ancestors of the tribe will want to commune with you. There are lots of spirits that have unfinished business, messages for their descendants and many other things. You need to train your mind and I won’t be able to help much further.” She smiles softly, “I’ll always be around, but you need to learn to walk with us. Your path is a long and hard one, but you’re special and are destined for it.” She smiles once more and steps aside. As she does so, Kintka notices a whole host of other spirits lower in the canyon. A spirit slowly walks towards him from not far away, he recognises the orc as his father. This is the first time Kintka had seen his father yet always felt his presence. “While your at it. Get some training with a weapon. I won’t always be there to take over. It’s a good job your spirit is open to the realm, otherwise we might have lost you to those honorless dogs!” he barked. “It was you, farther? You took control of me? How? Does that mean I could become a fearsome warrior like you?”. Kintka’s father chuckled, “if you learnt to fight I wouldn’t have to. Also its not good for your spirit to be dominated in that way. You need to learn to protect yourself from that, as well as the living realm. There are a few here that can help. Seek them out.”. “We must go now Kintka”, his mother insisted. “We’re always here.” With that, Kintka drifted into his normal, deep sleep.

[Name:]

Name: Kintka
Alias: Kintka
Rank: Unknown

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Clan: Unknown
Class: Novice Hunter (( Shaman))
Alignment: Neutral Good

Family: Klarous - brother
Known Friends: None
Known Enemies: None

Appearance:

• Looks young.
• White hair
• No apparent scars
• Rather ordinary looking

Those that have mystical abilities may sense an aura about him that suggests there is more than meets the eye. Yet he seems oblivious.

Personality:
Rather friendly and almost naive when it comes to other orcs. Seems to have a dislike towards humans especially. Eager to learn and be useful.

History/Background:

Kintka was only around 3 when the attack on his village happened. Southern barrens when Admiral Proudmore launched his attacks against the Horde. Kintka’s village was one of the first of many casualties in what ended up to cost the admiral his life. He and his brother, Klarous, would become orphans that day, and would have probably become hyena or raptor prey had it not been for Varana, a village hunter. Varana was out when the attack happened and come back to the slaughtered and charred ruins of the little village. She was scavenging for some supplies to move on when she heard the crying from the young pups and snatched them up.

Varana, spent the next years teaching the boys how to hunt, skin and harvest the animals and prey. Klarous seemed to take to it better than Kintka, but she figured it was just because he was 4 years older. The 2 boys were almost inseparable. And the 3 grew fond of each other. Soon the boys reached the ages of 14 and 18. Klarous, now being of age felt it was time to leave the 2 to make his own path. Find somewhere to belong and make a name for himself. Although he found it difficult to leave his brother, they both knew it was time and they vowed to see each other again, someday. Kintka continued to live with Varana, she often told him he was special. This was Kintka’s only memory of his mother as well. “You’re special, Kintka. Very special. You’ll see.” He couldn’t remember her face, but those words... As if she was standing right there. A year later, Varana died. It was until she passed that Kintka had realised how old and frail she had become. He had without realising been looking after her for some time. Soon another winter had passed and Kintka had been travelling aimlessly around living off the land. He settled down one evening sheltered from view in a cave mouth, dry and sheltered from the wind an rain as had been the nature of each evening before for as long as he could remember. Kintka drifted off to sleep. A rustle in to bushes just outside the cave stirred the young Orc, now coming up to his 16th year cycle and coming of age, he quietly notched an arrow in his bow and made ready to loose when from the bushes came a sight he’d never have believed... His mother.

Kintka, took sometime with what he was seeing. He knew his mother had died on the attack on the village. How was it that she was standing here now. He went to say something yet couldn’t find the words. His mother pulled a finger to her lips to urge him to stay quiet. He did. She then continued to beckon him to follow, he did. After a long time of not saying anything, and what seemed to be months of travel, they opened into a clearing where stood Klarous. The 2 boys embraced as if only been gone a few days. He then turned to where his mother was to instead see a gathering of Orcs, or wearing wolf pelts of some kind, and insignia. This was a clan. He couldn’t make out the markings clearly but the backdrop looked familiar. Just as he went to take a step, a hand placed itself on Kintka’s shoulder. As he turned his mother smiled, “Wake up. It’s time to leave.” Kintka woke, he surveyed his surroundings. His mother, brother and the other Orcs had gone. He was back in the cave where he had slept before seeing his mother for the first time. What was this? Was it just a dream? No, Kintka knew it was something more. He set out on the path which had been shown to him. Back to his brother, then...to find the Orcs.

Things you may know about this character:
Only if you have a sense for such things, will you notice the aura of elements and spirits. Much like a shaman.

Things you may not know about this character:
He has an ability for visions, he's not entirely aware.

Memorable Quotes:
None, yet.

Other Information:
Although a shaman ooc, he's not been trained. But looking for someone to teach him when the time comes.

Oh I know, just thought it would save time. But giving it thought it might well be better to just get oath bound then maybe try find teachers. In this new light...I'm looking for anyone willing. Ha!

I'm actually lookingg for two Tutors. THe first is my New blood tutor who I'm hoping to teach me a littlle about the Warrior path. And maybe toughen me up a little bit. I wouldn't be with this tutor long So maybe it's a role for someone that is either new to tutoring or only wants one for a little while.

The second would be the Tutor that comes along and scoops me up claiming that I'm meant to be a Shaman, then takes me on as an apprentice Shaman. And whom I'd stay with longer.

Great. When I have some time I'll pm you and we can discuss development. That should keep you involved still. Who knows. You may make a reappearance, if you're able of course. Lol.

Great so I have a dead spirit whispering to me and a mentor online. Well there is no reason why I can't have both. But instead of PM we could turn it into a readable IC story where maybe you can effect my dreams. Or just be a conscience in the back of my mind. Let me know your thoughts. And as for In-game sure. I'm gonna need some powerful shaman person to 'find me' as it were.

Let the RP comence 

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