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Hello there, Dharra!
First of all, thank you for applying for the guild! I am Vraxxar, one of the officers in the guild. I've read through everything and I'll try to reply to everything you wrote. So I hope you'll be satisfy with my answer.

We have had other members who have been new to RP, and we're happy to help you to grow and answer any question!
You don't need to worry about being slow with typing or struggling with keeping up when there are a lot of people around. Several among us, me being one, have the same or similar struggles. I'm a slow reader, which makes slow in replying during RP. 

As for your ideas and knowing lore, you don't need to worry about that either. We welcome and encourage people to come with ideas! Lore, do's and don'ts are things we can handle afterwards, but in the end we'd still try and make that idea work. One way or another.

Now, your character.

I can't see anything that would be bad, wrong or cause any problems. I will just point out a couple of things that might help you.

Your character can definitely been a part of the Earthen Ring. So no worries there!
I saw you wrote that she has reached adulthood by human standards. I just want to make it clear that humans are adults around 18 years old, while orcs are considered adults around 12 years old. Orcs mature faster.

Other than all this, I can't think of anything else that needs to be said. So consider your application approved! ^^
Next step is to contact a member in-game for an invite to the Guild, the OOC Community chat, and Discord! Most guild members can do this so just poke anyone!
I look forward to see on discord!

Greetings Crowmore!

Your proposition has very much been read, as we have been discussing it among us since it came up! So we will let you know as soon as we have come to a decision!

Until then I hope the best for you and the Crimson Covenant! 

Updated with another artifact!

Greetings Gorchug!

Thank you for contacting us and showing an interest of joining!
I've read everything and it all looks very good! So feel free to whisper anyone in the guild for an invite, and when you're ready we can handle the in character part of joining as well!
At the moment we are slowly traveling to Garadar in Nagrand, so if you're not able to go there, we can arrange a warlock to teleport you there!

As for being new to addon enhanced RP, if you got any questions about that, we all are willing to answer and help! ^^

I'm looking forward to see you around and meeting your character!

Hey Ruknathal!

Meeting people new to WoW RP is always fun! We're more than willing to help you through everything and answer any question!
However I am curious on what you mean with, more than Goldshire. As you may know, Goldshire doesn't have the best reputation. :p

I also wish for you to explain a bit on the part with Ruknathal's mother still living in Frostfire Ridge. My main concern is only about the part that the alternate Draenor isn't accessible anymore.

Other than these two things, it all looks good to me!
So feel free to poke me or any other Officer of the guild in-game whenever you're ready! ^^

Hello there!
I've read it all through and it's all pretty good!
So feel free to poke any of us officers in-game for an invite!

Interviewed, invited and accepted by Vraxxar Wildmark! King of Cookies!

Name: Sigrak Lightcrusher.
Clan: Warsong.
Age: 28.
Profession: Warrior.
Warband Role: Fronline warrior.

Bio:
Sigrak born in Nagrand, pure warsong through and through. Spent his early days chasing wolves and wrestling anything that moved. Known in the village as one to get into trouble.
When the time came for orc children to travel to the draenei cities, Sigrak eagerly went, with his parents happy permission. There, he started off as a troublemaker, always getting into fight with the others, both orc and draenei. But as time went, he turned to learn much of the draenei, their history, language and combat training.
In later years, he was known to still be one getting into trouble. But also a cheery, always smiling orc who loves to drink and fight. Always seeking the biggest challange.

However when the converting started and the war came, Sigrak was first on the front. Proving to be a resilient fighter and somewhat blood thirsty. To the point he even broke down doors and walls to gain access to the draenei and their allies.

Having a strong bond and loyalty to his warband, he followed them everywhere and making sure each was safe. Today seeing them as his family.

I met him once.
Fun guy, bit of a douchebag, nice hair.

It would be funny if someone like me, who rarely say anything, wins the belt. :p

Kinky.

Thank you! ^^
And fixed!

All feedback is welcomed!

Everything packed and leaving in a hurry, Vraxxar rode Nighthowl to the forest. Once by the border, he halted and climbed off.
It was still dark, the calm night after the large battle with the centaur. Nighthowl looked at Vraxxar, clearly not liking his decision. But when he was free from bags and straps, he ran back to Crossroads, leaving the orc.
Vraxxar took a deep breath as he looked into the forest, and started to walk.

The sun was finally peeking through the leaves and branches as Vraxxar walked on. Luckly he had scouted ahead a few days past to know where to walk, and the location. The only difficult part is to make sure the elves didn't know he was there, something in his opinion was a challange itself.

Several hours past by as Vraxxar slithered his way through the vast forest, dodging animals and elf patrols, until he reached his destination.
He quickly started to prepare himself. Hung his bags up in a tree together with his armour and weapons, made a fire and sacrificed a deer to Kavara to bless his hunt.
And then came the hunt..

Another hour went by and no prey yet. Using bushes and trees, Vraxxar had been watching a wolfpack not far from where he made his own camp. The lair of the wolves had them sleep close to eachother. Not surprising considering the other packs around them.
However, there was one bed that stood out, because it was always empty. Yet there were signs of something sleeping there.


More time past, and the darkness had fallen again. Not gotten a sleep for many hours, Vraxxar was now getting tired. A dangerous thing when being this close to the wolves, and he knew this. So he started to make his way back to his own camp, covering his tracks as he did.

Halfway there, Vraxxar stopped. A smell. He lowered himself and looked around. It was the smell of blood.
He quickly made it to a nearby bush and waited, scanning his surroundings. Only a few seconds later, a wolf, smaller than the others, passed by where he walked earlier. It stopped where he stood earlier, and sniffed. A chill went up Vraxxar's spine, longing for his blades. But no, this was a fight where only fang and claw was to be used. He tensed up as he watched the wolf, who now looked up. Blood around it's maw as it looked around, clearly looking for the orc.

Vraxxar pounced, hands stretched out and ready to bite the wolf's neck. But to his surprise, the wolf swiftly dodged away, and then pounced him. Both fell to the ground and the wolf stood on the orc. Before the wolf could attack, Vraxxar shoved it away and the wolf tumbled to the ground  and quickly got up again. Now both were staring at eachother with some distance away, waiting for the other to strike.
Suddenly, when Vraxxar was looking into the wolf's eyes, a strange feeling came to him. He felt as if several memories rushed into his head. Memories not his own. He felt as if he knew the wolf, and the wolf knew him. He shook his head and looked at the wolf again. The wolf made another pounce, and the fight was back on.

Bites, claws, leaps and punches were exchanged as the fight went on. With each blow both got slower, with each wound both got weaker.
The fight had gone on for a while when a pause came. Again they were looking at eachother. It was an even fight, and anyone could win. Someone will fall, and the other will saviour the victory.
With heavy breathing they watched eachother, Vraxxar tried to think of another way to end this. The wolf started to circle Vraxxar. With a wounded leg it walked, knowing it couldn't leap at him again. Vraxxar, with a wounded arm, knew he couldn't make a frontal attack.

The wolf kept circling the orc. Vraxxar finally came up with an idea, and kneeled down. He grabbed a nearby branch, and the wolf stopped. Stared intently at Vraxxar, the wolf tensed up.
Vraxxar threw the branch and the wolf barely dodged it. However, Vraxxar leapt afterwards and crashed into the wolf. They both struggled and blows were again being shared. Vraxxar kneed the wolf in the ribs and it yelped out, and then he went to bite it's neck. His teeth dug deep into the wolf's throat as blood gushed out. The wolf thrashed as hard as it could.

After a short time, the wolf stopped. Still breathing, but no energy to fight anymore. Vraxxar released the bite and stood on his knees, breathing heavy. He wrapped his good arm around the wolf's neck, and with a quiet whisper to Kavara, he snapped the neck. And it was all finally over.
Suddenly, the winds picked up. The tress and bushes rustled loudly, the sound almost deafening.
Vraxxar peered up at the tree tops and around him, feeling an odd warmth stroking against him. As if something walked close to him. And he then felt a certain acomplishment.


He picked up the wolf and made his way back to the camp. Every step and breath created a new wave of pain. And when finally there, he bandaged himself before he started to skin the wolf and make his way back home.

Already done, Master!