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As some may have noticed (or not, he's not that great) I haven't been RPing Ul'guruk much, and certainly not much around the tribe. The reasons for this are numerous, but the two largest reasons are probably that Ul'guruk simply doesn't feel comfortable or at home in the tribe and Horde RP just plain bores me right now.

I'm going to focus on roleplaying other things for now, and while I might occasionally log on to Ul'guruk it will most likely be for a specific reason such as RPing with friends.

IC Ul'guruk is hiding himself in his hovel and dealing with how he misses his old family and friends.

Have a nice Kosh'harg and may we see eachother again.

Nice portrait, Rhonny!

Finished my Bob Ross inspired painting. No devils here, no sir.

WIP of Bob Ross inspired artwork by me

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Update on the Doctor Deranged commission by Meek:

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Lovely colours, still not the final product!

((Rhon edit: Put it in as an image, easier than a link! <3 ))

Oh, I especially love this new chapter, so much potential!

A vile crossbreed of the Irish and the Belgian here *Bow*

Some fine pieces in here! Thought I might aswell drop my pieces (however alien some of these forum tools are) in here.

The Ul'gurwhookie himself by Surealkatie:

This depicts him reflecting on his recent choice (then atleast) of helping a Horde prisoner escape from his clan.

Here's one I've shown some already, a WIP of Doctor Deranged, a character I'm writing about, still being made by the lovely Meek.

She's really good, would recommend to anyone.

Oof, read through all of this in one go, this is really, really good! I love reading about his journey.

[Part I - Lessons of Wisdom]

Part I - Lessons of Wisdom

The winds howled at the peak of the mountain in southern Grizzly Hills, snow obscuring anything more than an inch from a mortal's sight. Footsteps had not been seen on this snow for months if not years and the elements seemingly did not want that to change. Deep within this storm a lone orc traversed the unwelcoming gusts, his crimson robes proving very little resistance against the cold.

Ul'guruk could at any moment request the element of fire to warm his body or the winds to simply spare him, yet he knew such action would mean an insult. This journey to the top of the mountain was a challenge he had set upon himself to be worthy of his new tribe and the elements meant no threat by testing him. These conditions, like the challenge his tutor had set upon him, were meant to harden his resolve, something he knew aswell, which is why he embraced every cut to his arms and every shiver down his spine.

Once he reached the very top, his teeth chattering more than he thought they could ever manage, he sat himself down and opened his satchel with a shaking hand. He lifted the three arrows Kyrazha had granted him to his lap, closing his eyes and mustering his voice before he spoke "Ssspirits of the winds that harden mmme, I have braved you from the fuh... Foot of this mountain to its puh puh puh peak..." he spoke before inhaling sharply "And now I would ask... Emp-power these arrows with the same freezing cuh cold you have made me endure... I will grant them to one who may... Aid me in fighting for you." he pleaded, opening the palm of his hand and presenting the projectiles to the elements.

For a few minutes, which felt like years to the dangerously freezing orc, nothing occured. The winds still howled, though he could hear faint whispers among them debating his request and or they would grant it. Ul'guruk did his best to keep himself awake yet he could feel that at any moment he would slip into a sleep he would not wake up from. He fought hard to keep his eyes open, yet at one point his eyelids became too heavy for any mere mortal to bear, sliding down over his eyes as his vision went black and the winds went silent.

"Your legs aren't spread far enough apart, dear, try to set your right foot forward a little more." A calm, motherly voice spoke in the distance. Ul'guruk opened his eyes, finding himself on a grassy cliff under the soft sun of Draenor. The plains of Nagrand stretched as far as his eyes could see beneath him and a herd of talbuk galloped past snoozing clefthoofs beneath him. The sight of his old home bewildered him and brought both warmth and a chill to his heart. A sad smile decorated his lips as he placed the stump of his left hand on his heart, the view a bit much to take in, yet he found himself truly taken aback by the familiar voice chuckling softly and catching his gaze.

"You look like you're trying to grab the wind, Ul'guruk, it is not simply a weapon you can hold!" Migaraka Cindergale, flameseer of the Burning Blade clan, said to her apprentice infront of her. A younger Ul'guruk, wearing his old yellow robes, stood in a clumsy stance as he tried to call upon the elements of air with little success "This is pointless!" he sneered "They will not speak to me, no element will! I am only fit to wield them, they won't listen anyway!" His teacher shook her head as she eyed him over "Apprentice, to wield and stand on one's own is the way of warlocks. Forcing power to your will works only as long until said power finds enough strength to turn against you and the way of the slaver will forever end in retribution. The true way of the shaman lies within the fact that we stand together with the elements and we stand with them not only as allies or protectors but as family. This is where the very same strength of the Burning Blade lies, Ul'guruk." she said, placing a hand on his heart. The Ul'guruk from the future could feel the same warmth his past self could feel, the younger trainee looking up at his teacher "The strength to open your heart to family. You must find it within yourself to open your heart for the elements aswell. Accept their being, not just their power. That is how you will truly become more powerful and wise than any orc one day."

The younger Ul'guruk appeared bewildered by his teacher's statements, and his older self recognised the slight glint of guilt present in his eyes as Migaraka's lesson struck close to home "Come, my apprentice. I will teach you no more today. Meditate on my words tonight after we have dinner with the others." she spoke, guiding him on as the back of her red robes turned towards the orc reliving these moments. A tear had found its way to his cheek, sliding down towards his chin before dropping to the the ground under his feet. Silence struck around him like a bolt of lightning as the droplet hit the ground, its splash echoeing through his ears just as everything returned to black.

Ul'guruk's eyes slowly blinked as he looked around himself. The winds had completely settled on the mountain top, and the same complete silence from his flashback remained true around him. He looked down at his hand, his frozen fingers clutching tightly to the three arrows he had held out for the blessing of the elements. The clear light of the moon shone down upon his palm as he opened his hand, each arrow now engraved with elemental runes glowing with a soft blue shimmer.

Ul'guruk stood up on his feet, nearly tumbling over as his fatigue had not completely settled yet, before taking a graceful bow "Thank you, spirits of air. I will not fail you and neither will my new family." he spoke, placing the arrows in his satchel before making a slow descent down the mountain.

[Name]

Name- Ul'guruk Truthflame (Ulguruk)

Class- Shaman

Level- 100

Roleplaying Experience
I have been roleplaying on the Argent Dawn server since mid-Cataclysm and have continuously mained different things such as a human swashbuckler, a Forsaken apothecary and Ul'guruk himself, an AU orc.

Ul'guruk was made at the prepatch of WoD as an Iron Horde character, and has seen much development since that point.

Short Story
Hraggoth Felrage chuckled loudly in response at the joke his mate Ranah Waveheart made as they strolled past the beaches of Durotar. A walk at the end of the week, after training at the barracks in Orgrimmar every day, felt right this evening and helped him relax. He watched as Ranah's ebon hair danced in the wind which had seemingly picked up slightly.

After walking a short distance they spotted the source of the gust, a shaman like Ranah communing with the spirits of air on top of a small hill. Ranah smiled at the effort and gave Hraggoth's shoulder a pat "Come, my love, let us leave him to his duties." she spoke, yet the warrior was distracted. He squinted his eyes and spotted something he did not enjoy seeing: Mag'har skin and Burning Blade tailored robes.

Hraggoth had spent his time on Draenor fighting the Iron Horde and has seen many atrocities he did not believe his kind would be able to commit. His comrades tortured by Shattered Hand maniacs, entire squadrons destroyed by volatile siege weaponry and even then the intrusion of vile demons at the end of the war, yet to see his evening interrupted by some evil scum that found its way to the country of his people? Never. He marched up towards the shaman communing with the elements, much to his mate's dismay, and braved the winds becoming harsher and harsher as he drew closer.

Once he had reached the top of the hill he grabbed the mag'har orc's shoulder, interrupting his communion and spinning him around, repulsed by his appearance. His face had several burn marks, making him appear much older than he actually was, and his left hand was naught but a stump. The odd smell alluded to the shaman's lack of either a bath or funds, yet his surprised tone particularly infuriated Hraggoth "Greetings, brother. Can I help?"

The warrior wasted no time in pushing the orc's chest, sending him stumbling backwards and nearly off the hill "Yes, Iron Horde filth. You can tell me what scum like you thinks he's doing in these lands. Come to kill more innocents? Burn more honourable soldiers? Speak!" he snarled, spittle dripping from his tusks. Ul'guruk pressed his stump against his right palm and lowered his head in humility "I understand your anger, my friend, but I am not the horror that committed atrocities upon your people. I have aided the Horde and I only live currently to keep the elements in balance, keep the Burning Legion at bay and serve the Horde."

Particularly the last three words ticked off Hraggoth, causing him to once more push the shaman and this time see him fall down the hill into the sand below "I will not see poison like you in my Horde, scum. If I see or hear about you trying to sabotage the cause of my kinsmen I will slice your head off and feed it to my cousin's pigs." the warrior threatened, running a finger across his throat before striding down the hill. Ul'guruk slowed his breathing down and sighed as he laid in the sand. This was not the first time this had happened and it would not be the last. He looked around for anything that he may have dropped on the way down, noticing the black linnen band he usually wore around his left wrist. He picked it up and tried to wrap it back where it belong, yet such proved difficult with naught but one hand.

Just as he meant to give up out of frustration and simply stuff it away until he got home two smaller, green hands reached down to take a hold of each end of the cloth, swiftly wrapping it around his wrist and putting a double knot in it. The surprised shaman looked up to see a face smiling at him apologetically; Ranah, the angered orc's mate "I apologise for his behaviour. He means well but has returned from Draenor with scars in his heart. They will heal in time, and do not worry... I can sense that you are sincere in your words. The spirits confirm your statements. Please do not let his words discourage you." she spoke, helping Ul'guruk up on his feet before Hraggoth called out to her "I apologise, I must go now... Elements be with you, brother. Aka'magosh." she spoke before darting off, Ul'guruk waving at her as he smiled warmly "And may they be with you and your mate, sister." he whispered, squinting his eyes as old memories returned to him of unexpected kindness from those that came before her. He returned up the hill, gracefully bowing before the spirits of air and the moon as a way of stating his departure to them, returning to his hovel to prepare for whatever the next day may bring.