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The Campfire / Acceptance
« on: June 12, 2016, 03:03:44 AM »
Okram quietly made his way to the lake, just outside the town. Settling down on the bank of the lake he removed his wolfmask. Peering at the reflection the moonlight made in the water he ran a hand trough his hair and exhaled deeply.

Composing himself he moved his hand to the amulet Kogra gave him, a frostwolf emblem with two fangs hanging next to it. Supposedly it can restore a connection to the spirits, or strenghten the ties, all depending on the Orc. He ran his thumb over the symbol as a soft smile curled on his lips. He then turned his gaze to the skies and closed his eyes as he started an attempt to commune with the spirits.

Even the ever noise making bugs seems to have gone quiet as all that is heared is the beating of his heart and the drawing of his breath. His mind focusses on one spirit in particular, one that has been waiting for too long.


A soothing feeling washed over his tired body. The soreness in his bones and muscles vanished for a moment as he felt the faintly familiar feeling of the spirits surging trough him. ''Throm'ka, stranger.''  A soft spoken voice rang in his ears, he opened his eyes to look upon the woman who uttered them. A young looking orcess had appeared before him. Her hair in her typical braids and a familiar necklace hang around her neck.

''Mok'ra Kryga. It is good to see you.'' Another soft smile curled on his lips as he inclined his head towards her in greeting. The orcess nodded back slowly. ''It has been a while hasn't it? Five, six years.. I've lost count to how long I've been waiting to hear from you..'' She casted a somber expression towards him.

Hanging his head in shame for a moment he takes his time to carefully pick his words. ''I am sorry Kryga, I truly am. I was ashamed to face you. I felt guilty.'' He rises to meet her eyes, trying to read her expression.

''Ashamed for what? What you did? I'd be more surprised if you haden't responded like that. I know it's not your way to have acted like that. But I'd forgive you your outburst of bloodlust, in fact I was glad you avenged me in some way.'' She shook her head a bit as she looked upon him. ''Still you trap yourself inside your own mind I see. For someone who's considered smart you seem awfully slow to pick up certain things Okram.'', a soft chuckle emitted from her.

''I was raised to take pride in controlling our more savage side. I failed in that, I let myself go and turned into a rabid wolf with the power of the elements in it's grasp. What I did to those Alliance was overboard, even if they are our enemies. Their families and loved ones wouldn't recognize what was left of them when they'd be buried or put on a pyre.'' he shook his head a bit and let out a sigh. ''I was angry with the spirits. I dreamed of horrible things happening, nightmares that soon turned to reality. I felt as if they tortured me. I couldn't just simply accept the fact I had lost you and that I'd been unable to do anything about it.'' he averted his gaze and clenched his fist in frustration. ''By the time I stopped being angry I was convinced it was too late for me to still contact you..''

She tilted her head a bit as she watched him. ''I remember your dreams yes.. But you can't blame the spirits for that. And you should have know it'd never be too late to contact me. Atleast judging from the fact that you've sought me out you realized that.'' once again she offered him a kind smile. ''But I have the feeling that you haven't yet accepted that somethings simply happen, have you?''

''No..'' He frowns a bit as he anwsers. ''I find it hard to accept that I can't do anything about things. I hate being helpless. I couldn't do anything about what happened to you. About what happened to Sakinra the night she almost died and just the other day I was told to just prepare for loss. As I've been having more dreams like the ones I had before.. Well you know.'' He sighs heavily and slumps his shoulder, a look of hopelessness painted on his face.

''How I wish that I was still able to hold you right now, my poor Okram. What you see is a gift, even if you do not realize it. But I'm certain you will one day.'' she took a moment to consider her next words, touching against the necklace she was wearing, a gift from Okram. ''I am sorry to hear that apperantly you will experience loss again, it must be tough but you must accept it. You can't live like you do now Okram, fearing your dreams and the future. You are stronger than that. And you aren't alone, you still have Sakinra right? A shame I never got to meet her, you always did speak highly of her. If she's truly as good as a friend as you made out to be then she'll be there for you.''

A sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his temples. ''I just.. I don't know Kryga.. I feel more alone than ever. Since you died I've tried to escape, utterly devoting myself to the elements in a desperate attempt to exert some control on my life. But I haven't felt like I lived for those years untill recently. And now the dreams are back.. And I feel like I'm stumbling from one disaster into another, everything once again out of my control. It's driving me insane. I feel so.. angry and betrayed. It has been disheartening to say the least.. Even talking about it sends a uncomfortable pressure to my chest, making it hard to breath whilst fire starts burning in my veins.''

''You only focus on the negative, you have a grim outlook on life Okram, you always had. Ever worrying about things and not taking and accepting it as it comes. I am sorry about what happened, yes I keep an eye on you. But it's not the end of the world. Nor is the loss that will come.'' a soft smile appeared on her lips as she looked upon him. ''You need to look at what you have Okram. You found a place for to belong, to live again. Not only for yourself but also for Sakinra. You cling to what you've lost or will lose but not to what you've gained and will gain. Open your eyes Okram. Accept things as they are and realize that not everything is dark and dreary.''

A slight nod is his response, his body trembling slightly and his voice broken and soft, slowly tears start rolling down his face. ''I love you Kryga, I always will..'' She smiled at him in response. ''I know, and I'll always love you as well. But we are apart now, you have your life to live. And I will wait to meet you again, no matter what happens. But promise me something Okram.''

''What is it?'' he looked up at her with a curious look in his watery eyes. ''Be happy. Accept what you have and be happy with it. You'll experience joy, you'll experience pain. But don't give up on life again.'' He nods in return to her words. ''I promise.''

She smiled as her spirit started slowly fading again. ''Don't make me wait another five years before you talk to me again.. And go rest Okram, ancestors know you need it. Untill next time..'' He closed his eyes and nodded, wiping the tears from his face as he watched her spirit fade. Whilst he felt sadness he also felt something in him that accepted it. A soft and warm smile curled on his lips. ''Goodbye Kryga, and thank you.''


Okram raised to his feet and shoots a glance at the sky. Suddenly he could feel the tireness and soreness return to his body. He winced a bit as he made his way to where he slept. He couldn't help but smile a little. He haden't felt this calm in quite a while. As he readied himself for sleep he kept feeling that tonight he didn't have to fear his dreams, tonight he'd sleep well.

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The Campfire / Glimpses. (Short! Like really, short.)
« on: June 03, 2016, 03:11:02 AM »
''You shouldn't deny your potency. You shouldn't ignore your gift.'' All too familiar sentences Okram had been hearing for a while now. But he was unsure wether or not he should be happy with this gift.

Most of his visions and dreams had been bad omens. Just this evening he had dreamt something terrible. He could see Sakinra lieing in the sand, dieing to her wounds. When he rushed to the inn he was relieved to find her still alive. But couldn't the feeling of helplessness. That he should have been there.

Okram runs a hand trough his hair and sighs, he knows better then to think like that. There was nothing he could have done, he wasn't there. Simple as that. But his mind was running rampant. He hanged his head a bit and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

Fear. That was what he was feeling. Fear to get another vision he couldn't do anything about. ''Perhaps you need to learn first that you can't change anything, before you get shown something that you can change.'' An orc named Lomrak told him that. He himself wasn't sure about it but Okram did think it made some sort of sense. But he just couldn't shake the feeling. He had dreamed about losing his first love, about the world splitting open in the cataclysm, and now his closest friend almost dieing to her wounds.

''Ancestors, I plead towards you. Why am I showed these visions? Have I done something wrong? Why am I tortured with glimpses of unchangeable future...'' He awaited an anwser but the spirits were quiet. He sighed and slumped down on the docks. ''I see... I will have to figure it out on own..''

After a short while he got up and made his way to a small tent where he'd been sleeping. He considered turning in but decided to grab his gear and head towards the inn. Hoping that this night his dreams would be spared the glimpses of what may come.

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Red Blade Records / Khrugh Stonesplitter
« on: March 26, 2016, 01:35:02 AM »

Name: Khrugh Stonesplitter
Alias: Khrugh Ogreborne
Rank: Oathbound, Grunt of the Path of Strength

Age: Mid-Twenties
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Ogre
Clan: Born Mag'har, joined the Mok'nathal later on.
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Write here

Family: Guraagh (Father), Hanratha (Mother), Na'kana (Half-Sister) Durgash Steelshaper (Father-figure)
Known Friends: Mozrogg Doomhowl, Makaroth Bloodaxe, Mazhga, Durgash Steelshaper (Deceased)
Known Enemies: Guraagh.

Appearance:

A hulking physique due to his mixed heritage, Khrugh stands almost as tall as the average Tauren.
Like almost all Mok'Nathal his skin colour is yellow. His body is pretty scarred, especially his back which looks like it's been whipped.
Has some ogre traits like a broader than average jaw and larger tusks.
Often seen in crude plate armor adorned with spikes.
He also isn't as ripped as the average orc, whilst he is muscular he has a bit more of a wrestlers physique.

Personality:

Some would describe him as a gentle giant kind of guy. Whilst he isn't the most talkative he is still fairly social and cares deeply for his friends and tribemembers. He does have a bit of a temper and can hold his grudges for eternity. He isn't afraid to get physical with ones who agitate him. He desperately wants to be liked though and will rarely start a fight unless he's standing up for one of his friends.

He is fairly often a bit drunk and tipsy due to his drinking problems and can be quite sarcastic and rude because of it.

History:

Khrugh was born in Garadar, about 7 months after his mother was freed from the Ogres. She was their captive for 2 months.
Due to the nature of his conceival his mother pretty much resented him from birth making his earlier years quite tough.
The Ogres were a hated enemy and Khrugh was deemed a bastard and not a true orcs by his peers.

Whilst he was a bit of a loner he did manage to befriend an older orc who worked the forge, Durgash Steelshaper.
They became rather close and Khrugh viewed him as a father and someone he cared very deeply about.
Khrugh did get a half sister around that time too who despite their differences got along quite well.

One day when Khrugh and Durgash were looking for ores they managed to get ambushed by Ogres.
Durgash gave his life protecting Khrugh but it wasn't enough to say the boy from being captured.
Khrugh met his father for the first time there, a ruthless ogre called Guraagh who had led the ambush, as well as the raid that led to the capture of his mother.
Instead of killing Khrugh they kept him around for sport, letting him fight whatever animal or demon the ogre's caught in a makeshift arena.

After several months the Garadar orcs raided the ogre camp, freeing Khrugh in the meanwhile.
Upon return he reunited with his sister and joined her in visiting Durgash's pyre at the burial ground.
Here he learned that the orcs assumed he was dead and that is why they didn't stage a rescue earlier.
Bitter from his treatment Khrugh stated that they probably wouldn't have come for him anyway and vowed to leave Garadar and never return.

He roamed the wilds of outland, travelling towards Blade's edge eventually where he walked into a trap made by one of the Mok'nathal.
Recognizing he was a half-ogre he was taken to the village.
Here he learned of the Mok'nathal and eventually was allowed to join their tribe.
He enjoyed his time there but he had a longing for something more.
After some years the portal reopened and Khrugh enjoyed the tales of Mok'nathal who returned as well as Horde adventurers.
He eventually took to leaving the tribe to explore the world of Azeroth.

He roamed azeroth for a year or two, never staying in one place too long as he didn't really enjoy the attention his appearance brought upon him.
During his travels in Northrend he bumped into the Red Blades where after a brief stay he decided to stick around with.

Things you may know about this character:

He's a little lazy.
Dislikes being considered less then a normal Orc.
He's an alcoholic.
Works the forge as a hobby.
Doesn't like visiting large places.

Things you may not know about this character:

Absolutely hates Garadar.
His youth as well as his time as Ogre captive have given him some trauma's, as well as the death of Durgash. He mostly drinks to repress the memories and to help him sleep at night.
He hates his mother, whilst he understands her pain, and what she's reminded off whenever she sees him he finds it unfair that he's hated whilst he tried so hard to be a good son.
Has a hard time trusting others and relating to them.
Suspects Mazhga has a thing for him.

Memorable Quotes:

KHRUGH SMASH!

Other Information:

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Applications / Application: Khrugh
« on: December 12, 2015, 06:22:45 AM »
Name: Khrugh
Class: Warrior
Level: 100

Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:

Plenty of years on Defias as Obataiye, as Tazajul from Zul Atal Alarion currently and some with you guys though. As you know I already have a character in the guild that I am rather... inactive on. I'd like to apologize that. I rushed the character because I wanted to try something new and yeah. I lost interest because I did not think him trough, at all. I kinda made him around a gimmick and that's not a good always a good basis for an IC character :P

Anyhow I've fleshed Khrugh out a lot better, personality wise, his story and feel confident that I can properly offer a good character and rp!

I know that wasn't part of the app but yeh x).


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

Khrugh had only recently crossed the Portal to Azeroth for the first time as he set on exploring and seeking out a place where he belonged, feeling that he didn't quite fit in  his old home. Khrugh was not a wanted child, about 11 years after the opening of the Dark Portal a young woman had been kidnapped by amidst an Ogre raid on Garadar. She was eventually rescued and freed but had gotten pregnant by then. Khrugh, despite being accepted by most of his peers, felt that he didn't quite belong and struggled mightily with his heritage. When he was bout 15 years of age the Portal was reopened. And quickly the New Horde showed themselves, impressing the young Khrugh. A few years later at 17 he decided to leave the safety of Garadar behind and see what life had to offer to him.

He eventually reached Blade's Edge Mountain and met the Mok'nathal, here he learned how to deal with his lineage, atleast for some part as he spent the better part of four years there. Recently he has travelled trough the Dark Portal in search of a place where he can belong, spending his last year roaming Azeroth.


Sorry if it's a bit messy, it's late :P, will have a look at it when im not so tired.

Edit: Fixed some puncuation, grammar and made it a bit more easier to read.

<3

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Applications / Application: Krudmag
« on: September 24, 2015, 05:21:34 AM »
Name: Krudmag Flamerage
Class: Shaman (flameseer)
Level: 100


Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:

Been roleplaying since Cataclysm, mostly on defias and recently on alliance side on DB. Been in Defias guilds like SGE and Blood Wolf Clan, and a really short + mostly inactive stint with you guys.. :P

Short Backstory:

Krudmag grunted as he wiped the sweat of his brow. He had been going trough battle practices and had pushed himself quite a lot this particular day. He grabbed a waterskin and took a large swig from it as he sat down to take a break.

''No quitting till you get it right, boy.'' Krudmag grunts a bit as he recalls the whiplashes following those words. He wasn't a particulary gifted warrior, and it showed in his early life, often finding himself at the wrong side of his elder's mercy. He had to be prepped after all, Warchief Doomhammer was preparing to siege. He wasn't very experienced compared to his battle-brothers. He was born a few years before the First war, and whilst magically aged and sent off to join the war cause he didn't see much action during it.

It actually wasn't untill after Thrall liberated the Orcs and sailed for Kalimdor that Krudmag discovered he had shamanistic talents. He spent honing his skills in the newly founded Orgrimmar and put them to use in the Third War. He seemed to have a natural affinity to the element of fire in particular. He found it slightly ironic, seeing as how his superiors used to say he lacked the fiery spirit of a true Orc warrior.

He eventually proved them wrong. He made it trough the Third war and was there when then the gates in silithus were opened. He managed to stay alive trough the events of the Dark Portal, the assault against the Scourge and even the rebellion against Garrosh.

Krudmag grinned a bit to himself. ''Funny how that turned out..'' He rose to his feet and grabbed his weapon, he shifted his stance a bit and swung his weapons at the training dummy, which combusted into flames at the impact of his strike. ''Still got it..''



(( this is optional to some minor changes and expanding of the story))








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