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Interviewed and accepted to the tribe by Threknal

Name: Ordacai Swiftaxe
Class: Warrior
Level: 1 and leveling.


Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
Currently in the guild as Threknal 91 Rogue so I've had my fair share of roleplaying with the red orcs as it is. Also had a little bit of human RP back in the wrath days

And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:

I remember... I remember when he came.. he offered my tribe, my father, unlimited power and they turned it down. Others fell to this curse and Durotan knew that we would fall. I followed my father through the dark portal, hardly able to swing an axe I was that young but just seeing all the orcs fighting and my father swinging his axe which he named 'Grekzna' through every humans face. I saw him charge at one human, Captain Alex Renso and then my mind goes black. I wake up in the freezing cold, snow everywhere with a wolfs hide attempting to keep my body warm. I stepped outside the tent and saw my father cleaning his wounds, he looked at me and said

" Today you are a Frostwolf, Today is the day that you will learn the ability to wield an axe like we do. We are in the Alterac Mountains, similar to Frostfire Ridge but different in so many ways. But enough of that, follow me"

I followed him, taking in the breathtaking sights and remembering how I dealt with the cold in Frostfire. He stood in his tracks and turned his attention towards a tree, I looked over and I saw a weapon that I would one day wield as my own. Months we stayed in these woods training until he thought I was ready, we returned to camp with the news that my mother had died.. a human had snuck his way into the camp and mutilated some of the women and children. I had never seen my father in that state, months past and he stayed in this depression.. not eating.. not sleeping.. not fighting.. slowly withering away. I made it my mission to find this human so i left the mountains and during my travels I met many different types of foes but my fathered trained me well, I was able to best anything in my path. And then I met a orc that looked familiar to me. I had scene him around the mountains but I never knew his name, he informed me of a tribe that stood for a tribe called the horde and they stood for what was right, he said they was called The Red Blades and Ordacai knew he wanted to find them, join them and continue his hunt to find the human and make new relations with orcs.

I do know this Sadok, once i gain the levels ill buy a potion of growth or something along them lines :') I have put a lot of thought into it, and my character itself, so i'll poke someone later on ^_^

Name: Threknal
Class: Rogue / Scout
Level: 3


Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
I have very little role playing experience but I have played in the guild before as a orc shaman named Oraca, unfortunately I had my account hacked and many things got deleted.


And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:

Threk'nal is a member of the Mok'nathal clan, he believes in trying to talk before violence but that does by no means he doesn't know how to fight. He has traveled all around the Outland and always been true to his clan, but now he feels like he must move on. He travelled through the Dark Portal into the world of Azeroth and letting his journey commence. He is ready and willing to help out the horde in any way that he can.

Name: Oraca
Class: Shaman
Level: 2 (leveling currently)

About myself: I have played WoW since Vanilla and I haven't role played on the horde side at all! I used to play on the argent dawn back in the day but that was just one chapter in my life.


And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:

Oraca was the brother of 2 elders. Orani and Ker'nal. he would get picked on for being.. different
Oraca was always the different one, he preferred to spend all of his time alone. One day he was stumbling through the wilds when he had the feeling that he was being watched. So he stayed perfectly still, petrified that he may not breath once more. A small snow covered wolf stumbled towards him. It seemed like they was the same, two pees from a pod, they was both different and alone.
As the years passed the spent less and less time with the orcs of his clan, and more out in the nature, as he and his cub that he named Loraki seemed to learn to fend for themselves.

One day Oraca and Loraki was strolling through the worst snow storm they had ever seen a pack of wolves surrounded them! It seemed like they was Loraki's family and they were mortified that he had abandoned his pack to be with this... Orc?! Oraca and Loraki fought and fought against them but sadly it was too much for the two of them, they was ravaged and bleeding on the floor. Oraca watched as his only friend died before his eyes. Luckily Oraca managed to limp back to his clan and as he struggled in, a old shaman saw that he was no ordinary orc. He took him as his own and trained him. And now Oraca is on his journey to fight, in honor of his only friend.