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Ok so.

I've read about a situation that occurred a little while ago and it's made me a little uncomfortable, so i'm looking to migrate Moo properly.

Now I know thus far i've tagged along with you as the shining pile of burger, and we've had many adventures together, we've shed blood together and lost it and generally speaking he's (hopefully) endeared himself to a lot of you.

I'd actually quite like him to get into the guild proper, in an honorary role. It also would make it far more convenient for me to keep track of events and actually take part in a few more.

I understand if you want to keep racial purity (in a non-Nazi way), but please give the Moo a thought? <3

Isn't bad to the bone with George Thorogood?

You're right!

Dunno why i said that.

Hunched over his book, Stormgaze writes with a frantic, quick hand. His pen scratching the paper rapidly as if trying to catch something before it floats away.

Durotar, the hot sun beats down upon me. I tend the land, my plough carving tracts into the garden of my home.

She plays, I watch. We both watch. She is beautiful, she is young.

"Father! Look!" she speaks, her hands lifting up something shining from the dirt. A rusty dagger, yet she is proud. I smile, my hand patting her cheek as my wife laughs.

Time shifts, I fall. Seasons stretch and brush past. She stands before me, a woman. Strong, beautiful, her mothers eyes. She wears armor, she is going. I feel sadness, her hand brushes my face. My Daughter loves me. She leaves with the others.

I fall again, my beard longer. Grey. A letter is in my hands. I mourn, my heart broken. She is angry, she leaves me. It is my fault. I allowed this.

I am alone. No one visits, no one cares. I exist, I do not live.

I suddenly see her. A dead face, empty eyes. She calls to me. She asks why. I cannot reply. Her hand raises, her touch on my face. Skin like leather, flesh stinking. Her fingers grip. Anger.

I choke. I die.

Uzguul: ZZ Top - Bad to the Bone.

Jarilo: Mozart - Dies Irae.

How would one get there from sunny ol' England?

Not a single drawing of your most favourite Moo of holy power and glory.

The Light shall seek vengeance.

Details of your Orc character: Grelkan, a former proud scout of the Horde before the darkness that was Garrosh started to corrupt the very ideals and tenants of what she fought for. She stood strong when others were quick to rally behind the banner of the new 'Warchief', instead handing back her rank and commendations when she saw first hand the terror that the Kor'kron inflicted upon her former allies and even the Hordes own subjects.

During the Rebellion she spent most of her time using her field craft to survive in the Barrens, now and then setting up small scale ambushes on caravans as they rode past. While in the grand scheme of things, it was a small effort by a single person, in her mind it was a fight against tyranny and oppression and even the most minor victory was a cause for celebration!

Now, with the war over and an almost-peace installed back once more into the Horde, she finally feels like she's ready to move on and once more find a warband to build those bonds of comradeship with once more.



Name: Grelkan
Class: Hunter
Level: 90
RP Experience: Moo.