Hi Blades
So, Im a little out of touch with the Orc Lore and by a little i mean massively and by out of touch i mean Sketchy would be the closest word in the English language i can come up with to describe it.
*clears throat*
So here is my first draft of an upcoming character!
Orgrok (Formerly Orgrok Bloodhowl of the Warsong Clan)
Orgrok, an old, rugged orc of few words. His physique is prominent but not over bearing, a body of scars and a temperament to match. At the age of 17 he was forced to drink Manoroths blood. He played his part in the sacking of Karabor and was among the blood thirsty horde flooding through the dark portal the day the invasion began.
If you asked him if he regretted his actions, if he would do it all again you would simply be grunted at. He reflects on the lives he took and has always honoured the sanctity of battle. The air about him has the sense of a seasoned veteran, honour bound to his blade and chief.
Orgrok bore witness the atrocities forced upon himself and his breatheren at intern camps forced to fight orc and beast alike for the human’s amusement. Listened to them gamble on the victors. He was simply biding his time. You see Orgrok is an intelligent orc and the trouble is that intelligence can be hidden and it’s easy to act dumb when your captors expect it. Throughout his incarceration he studied the humans, their tongue and hand, their strengths and weaknesses, their maps…
During the Third War, As mannoroths hold over the orcish race diminished Orgrok decided that he would serve penance for his dishonourable conduct severing his ties with the Warsong clan and heading south from their station in Ashenvale, he Bloodhowl name was disgraced, His axe drenched in the blood of innocents all left behind.
Heading south for days until he came across a cave deep in Feralas. He began to serve out his self-enforced punishment. Taking what he needed from the ogers he was able to fashion himself a shield and weapon. Spent his days tormenting the ogers, setting traps and just tormenting them, clearly still harbouring some ill will to their race.
Then came the Cataclysm, his home was ruined so he set out to find another.
Over the years he has simply becoming a nomad, never settling in one place for more than a day or so. Then he got wind of the Dark Portal changing. Curious of the cause he has set his sights on Blasted Lands unknowing of the events that preluded this event there is a new lesson to learn.
So, Im a little out of touch with the Orc Lore and by a little i mean massively and by out of touch i mean Sketchy would be the closest word in the English language i can come up with to describe it.
*clears throat*
So here is my first draft of an upcoming character!
Orgrok (Formerly Orgrok Bloodhowl of the Warsong Clan)
Orgrok, an old, rugged orc of few words. His physique is prominent but not over bearing, a body of scars and a temperament to match. At the age of 17 he was forced to drink Manoroths blood. He played his part in the sacking of Karabor and was among the blood thirsty horde flooding through the dark portal the day the invasion began.
If you asked him if he regretted his actions, if he would do it all again you would simply be grunted at. He reflects on the lives he took and has always honoured the sanctity of battle. The air about him has the sense of a seasoned veteran, honour bound to his blade and chief.
Orgrok bore witness the atrocities forced upon himself and his breatheren at intern camps forced to fight orc and beast alike for the human’s amusement. Listened to them gamble on the victors. He was simply biding his time. You see Orgrok is an intelligent orc and the trouble is that intelligence can be hidden and it’s easy to act dumb when your captors expect it. Throughout his incarceration he studied the humans, their tongue and hand, their strengths and weaknesses, their maps…
During the Third War, As mannoroths hold over the orcish race diminished Orgrok decided that he would serve penance for his dishonourable conduct severing his ties with the Warsong clan and heading south from their station in Ashenvale, he Bloodhowl name was disgraced, His axe drenched in the blood of innocents all left behind.
Heading south for days until he came across a cave deep in Feralas. He began to serve out his self-enforced punishment. Taking what he needed from the ogers he was able to fashion himself a shield and weapon. Spent his days tormenting the ogers, setting traps and just tormenting them, clearly still harbouring some ill will to their race.
Then came the Cataclysm, his home was ruined so he set out to find another.
Over the years he has simply becoming a nomad, never settling in one place for more than a day or so. Then he got wind of the Dark Portal changing. Curious of the cause he has set his sights on Blasted Lands unknowing of the events that preluded this event there is a new lesson to learn.