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*Piece of animal´s leather skin hang nailed on totem in Taunka'le Village, with coal written message on it*

Looking for tutor, i am Morgt from Frostwolf clan. I have come to prove my worth to join and learn your Red Blade ways. This is my way to show our clan, that alone we are weak, united we are strong. I hope more Frostwolves are joining in future.
My strenghts are skill with bow, tracking, traps, i have been part of third war, most painful memories comes from battle of mount hyjal. I have two wolves with me, they have been part of my life since childhood. They are trained very deadly, one i ride with, another one is trained for tracking and killing prey or if necessary enemy in all its forms.

((Old topic, but i try my luck   , missed tribe meeting today, so trying this channel. And yes character is level 90 Hunter))

((Found tutor today, case closed))

Greetings Orcs of the red blade!

Name: Morgt
Class: Hunter
Level: 90

Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:

Been playing Defias Brotherhood since it first days, first on horde side (mostly raiding), then wanted to see alliance side and moved there.
I was member of The Three Hammers, so my roleplaying experiense comes from there (though i have roleplayed before wow on neverwinter nights servers long time ago  ).
PVP has interested me also whole WoW time i like doing arenas, battlegrounds, interested also rated battlegrounds, but sometimes hard times to get groups going.
Want to try something new, because never tryed orc roleplaying and i think it would be interesting.




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

"*Flash*, Aim a little higher, i heard my father's voice when he guide my arm".
String of the bow is pulled back, my breath is steady, wind blows from target direction. Release!
Arrow shoots on its way, on few seconds deer is falling on its side. My first fall, well done son."

"*Flash*, two little wolf pup's are playing with my fingers, gently biting them, two of them, one white, one brown.
You must name them, i look up to my father and said, brown is Rollo and white is Ylva"

"*Flash*, fire, blood, screams, dying, war. Shooting arrows to closing infernal, no effect, father watch out! Too late,
infernal holds my father between his arms and he burns to dust in few seconds. Was trying to help him... was trying..."


Morgt stand on snowy hill gazing up to north, years have past indeed. World has been ripped apart, new mystery land has
been found. What next?
Someone is uniting clans in Durotar, tribe they said, Red Blade.. Morgt stay on his thoughts few moments, two wolfs staring him
with bright blue eyes. Durotar it is then, Morgt jumps on brown wolf, says something to it and wolf shoot on its way, in woods
chilling howl echoes in air.