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Thankyou for all the kind comments, I'm really not that great at creative writing and it takes me hours to just produce this amount of words. All the positive feedback gives me the motivation to carry on and do more..

An interesting insight!

Fingers crossed we get to learn more about our mad-eyed dancing shaman 

We're getting there, Razaron's stammer and double word has started now. Also you can see why he choose to hunt a raptor at his Om'riggor

P.S The next story is called The Last Dance.

Balance of Zorammarsh

To the south of Tanaan Jungle was Zorammarsh, it was a savage habitat that was abundant with life. The continuous chirp from the smallest insect to the largest bird could be heard night and day, the damp marshlands produced a rich earthly essence in the air, that with the aroma from the never-ending exotic plants it was quite a pleasant experience on the nose. Yet your nose can fool you, venomous man-eating spiders hid in the twisted weeping trees, twenty-foot long swamp pythons resided in the the shallow murky waters and agile scaleclaw raptors hunted within the bog. Poisonous plants that would produce toxic vapors were all too common and carnivorous plants that would use their sticky glandular leaves to lure and trap their unexpected prey. Zorammarsh was just as deadly as Tanaan Jungle, perhaps even more and this was a common place for the Bleeding Hollow clan to hunt.

Gorgush had taken his cub Razaron on his first hunt, he was a budding six years old and probably still too young to be taken on such trips but Gorgush didn’t think so. In the darker side of Gorgush’s mind he would love to see his only child be killed by the dangers that lurked within the marsh, he has never gotten over the fact that in his mind Razaron killed his love, his beloved mate. That mindset would change as he looked closer at Razaron, he observed his features and they would remind him of his dearly departed, his relationship with his son was a love hate affair.

“Father!” Razaron took the courage to speak up, “What was that?” Gorgush was kneeling over some dead remains. “This would be an older scaleclaw male raptor, to preserve our hunting grounds we hunt in different locations in different seasons to ensure that they remain prosperous.” Gorgush pulled out his knife and started slash away at the recently deceased. “We kill the older males and leave the females alone, we let them reproduce so we can take vast amounts of eggs. The scales of the male raptors are skinned, the meat is smoked and dried to use for food all year round. The bones can be used for trinkets or for stews and the blood is drained in to vials for the shaman to use for their every desire.” Gorgush looked at Razaron with a piercing stare, “You will remember all of this, this is how we survive, this is balance. ” Razaron nervously nodded a few times and began to help his father prepare the raptor for the long travel home.

Gorgush walked close to his son on the way back to Heartblood and whispered in his ear, “Change is on the horizon, you will need to learn quickly or be left behind.” Razaron was thrown off guard, he didn’t understand what his father meant but he would remember his words and was thankful for the forewarning. “Father, I will do my best-best.” Razaron stuttered. Gorgush frowned at his son noticing the stammer and shook his head disapprovingly. “Come little pup, hurry up! We must preserve this meat before it goes off, by Deadeye you wouldn’t want to eat this otherwise!” Gorgush grunted. “It would turn your guts inside out and you would vomit blood till you would eventually die an agonizing death!” Razaron looked uneasy at the thought and duly hastened his footing.

The Neglected Child

It would be ten years before the orcs ventured through the Dark Portal when Razaron was born in the savage jungle of Tanaan. Razaron had always been a frail child, this was partly due to malnutrition as his mother died delivering him early into this primitive world. Gorgush was an elder in the Bleeding Hollow clan, he was also Razaron’s father. He blamed Razaron for the death of his mate, he cursed the day he was born and gave him up for another family to raise. This family saw Razaron as nothing more then a outcast and neglected him to the point that it had affect on Razaron’s physical and mental state.

Razaron non the less survived and was now a very reclusive child and more barbaric then the other cubs his age, that was saying something for a Bleeding Hollow Orc. Time had passed and it was only when a fleeting look from a five year old over burning fire that Gorgush took an curiosity in his son. Gorgush seeing him grow of age had softened the hatred he once had for his cub and started to take more of an interest in him, eventually he took back his responsibilities as a father and held young Razaron under his wing. Gorgush would now teach him the ways of the Bleeding Hollow clan, but this was no kind act, Gorgush was rough with Razaron, he still held his cub to account for the death of his mate. He was a stubborn old orc who had seen battles with the arrakoa, the arrakoa were a humanoid bird race that nearly wiped out the whole of the Bleeding Hollow clan. That was was in till Kilrogg Deadeye became chieftain, they fought back under the leadership of their new chieftain and once again prospered in harsh Tanaan Jungle.

Gorgush took his only child out of the Bleeding Hollow village of Heartblood as they carefully ventured inside the unforgiving jungle, Razaron perked up, “Where are we going father?” Gorgush grunted, “I will be performing a ritual today, a ritual of significant importance to our clan.” Razaron looked bemused, he did not understand and he certainly didn’t expect what was too come. They had been walking for hours and finally they had arrived at the Bleeding Hollow hunting grounds, as they hazarded deeper through the unending jungle a strange mist began to appear. Razaron also noted many Bleeding Hollow monuments, mostly they were sticks with skulls that were twined together with fiber to hold them upright. Suddenly Gorgush spoke, “We are here.” Razaron had felt like it had be an eternity in silence, Gorgush pointed in to the distance, some torches were clustered in a circle. “Where are we father?” Razaron asked. “We are at the Bleeding Hollow Cave, we will venture down and it will be there where I perform the ritual cub, now follow me and less questions!” Gorgush retorted.

The cave was a gaping hole in the ground with a spiral path descending downwardly, Razaron followed Gorgush as he was lighting torches that had be allocated on the walls. Faint whispers in the air could be heard, this had shocked Razaron so much that he grabbed on to his father’s leather harness from behind. Gorgush proceeded to shove Razaron to the floor, “Get off me!” Gorgush grunted. “These be your ancestors, they mean you no harm!” Razaron using the wall slowly got to his feet, then he came face to face with an orcish skull that was merged within the wall. Razaron jumped out of his skin and rushed as close to his father without physically touching him, obviously worried of another backlash if he did. The skulls on wall had increased, bones were adorn to the ceiling of the cave as they entered a wide circular room, on the floor lay a strange symbol with dried old blood splattered all around. “This is where I shall perform the most sacred ritual a Bleeding Hollow orc can do, it will show me glimpses into the future and even my own death. One day when you are ready you will perform this very same ritual and so will your son and so on.” Razaron gulped at the thought of what was to come. Gorgush knelt down in the center of the room and adorned a sharp knife in the air, he thanked the spirits and his ancestors and drove the knife in to his face. The screams echoed around the cave as blood poured from Gorgush’s face, Razaron watched on horrified, today he found out what it meant to be a Bleeding Hollow orc.

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Razaron by ShadowPriest
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Name: Razaron Madeye
Title: The Primal, Champion of the Red Blades, the Insane
Rank: Varog'Gor

Born: -10
Age: 50's
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Clan: Bleeding Hollow Clan (MU)
Class: Shaman
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Good

Family: Gorgush (Father, deceased), Kazraka (Mother, deceased), Razara (Grandmother, deceased)
Known Friends: Kozgugore
Known Enemies: Unknown

Appearance:
Razaron is middle aged, average height and his lean green body is slightly underweight for an orc. You notice his scraggly long black beard is filled with fangs from a wolf. He has a long necklace which adorns the tusks of orcs and memories of his past. His left eye is a piercing crystal blue and a battered brown eye patch covers up his right eye. His face has scars that have seen many battles across the years and on his chest, back and arms are some tribal tattoo markings. Madeye adorns a shamanic fur mantle over his shoulders, a bulky brown belt with underlying fur that covers his abdomen and his upper legs end with some lightweight mail. His knees and wrists are wrapped with some stained bandages as he walks across the land with wrapped leather boots.

His attire is quintessentially the bare minimum.

Personality:
There is still some debate amongst those closest to Razaron that question if he truly is insane? There is a fine line between madness and genius and at times either can be easily mistaken. Razaron has lived a life of loss, grief and torment and this has left him outwardly coming across as cold and uncaring. But deep down this is a safeguard to protect himself from forming close relationships and prevent himself from further pain and sorrow. In actual fact when Razaron does form a close relationship he is overly protective to the point that he would risk his entire life to maintain it, his emotions are often at the extreme ends. Razaron is often a recluse and tends to watch the orcs rather then join in, this is a behaviour he developed as a child when he was seen as an outcast amongst his clan. If pushed however he will join in but he usually won’t be the one to initiate any sort of interactions. Razaron has a odd sense of humour, he often tries to find the funny side of any situations and has been known to make a joke at the most inappropriate moments. Internally he does this as he wants a sense of camaraderie and belonging, he often feels he is out of place.

Razaron can often be chaotic and those who know him best still can’t predict what he’s going to do next. His methods are often very unusual but the orcs can never ignore the success that comes with it. Razaron holds the value of tradition highly as long as it benefits himself and he has been known to hold unfashionable views on the current state of the Horde. Razaron’s faith in the spirits is unquestionable, as a shaman the elements have now become a second skin to him. In time this faith has spread to the greater spirits of the clan and he has formed a spiritual bond with the one known as Sharguul.

History:

Spoiler: Coming of Age • show

Razaron was born in the savage Tanaan Jungle on Draenor as apart of the Bleeding Hollow clan, his mother Kazraka died during childbirth so he was briefly raised by his father Gorgush. Razaron was a weak and frail child, malnutrition played a part because of his mothers death. Gorgush blamed Razaron for the death of his mate and cursed the day he was born. Gorgush was an Elder within the clan and gave up his only child, he wasn’t interested in his only child and forced another family to raise him. This family saw Razaron as nothing more then a outcast and neglected him to the point that it had affect on his physical and mental health, he even developed a stammer.

At the age of five Gorgush had started to show a interest in his son again however Gorgush was deeply conflicted. He saw Kazraka inside of his son but he could never forgive him for her death, nonetheless he started to take Razaron with him on hunts and teach him the basics of survival. Their relationship grew stronger and it was at this point Gorgush started to show Razaron more and more about the ways of the Bleeding Hollow clan. On one unforgettable night, Razaron was taken to the Bleeding Hollow cave to bear witness to a special ritual that culminated with Gorgush losing an eye. A war like no other was on the horizon and every orc of fighting age was drafted to go fight. Gorgush would depart leaving his son behind, Razaron was far too young to go with him but before he parted ways he left his son a gift, it was a gigantic axe that had strange markings alongside the cheek of the head. This axe was a family heirloom that had been handed down over several generations.

All those battle ready were sent to a bloody war with the Draenei, the elderly orcs were left to bring up the young. This was when Razaron met a strange old orc, she called herself the Matron. She scolded him because of his immaturity and taught him the ways of fighting intelligently. The style of fighting he learned was based on a dance, instead of relying on just his orcish brute strength, he would glide and strike swiftly. Razaron was a quick learner and it wasn’t long before yearned to learn more, this was when the Matron exposed him to blood magic.

The world around them started to to die, the rich green jungle had started to wilt. The Matron informed Razaron that she had heard stories of the orcs forming under a banner known as the Horde and feared something terrible was happening. It was shortly after that the Bleeding Hollow clan returned victorious but they weren’t the same orcs anymore, they had drastically changed, they were bigger, green and their eyes burned red after drinking the demon blood. Gorgush returned and demanded that Razaron perform a Om’riggor, a rite of passage for an orc to reach adulthood. Gorgush rage had magnified due to the demon blood and he took out his anger on his son who could never live up to his own high standards. An Om’riggor at Razaron’s age was unheard of, he was far too young but Gorgush’s rage couldn’t be sated, Razaron would either succeed or die. The only life left in the barren land of Tanaan now lived at the highest peaks, he would have to hunt a Rylak.

Razaron climbed to the highest peak and squared off against a gigantic Rylak with only an axe in hand, this would be a challenge for even an experienced orc warrior let alone a child, the Rylak was too much for him. The Rylak was poised to make his final assault on the orc child when suddenly a scream bellowed, it was the Matron, she had engaged the Rylak distracting the beast. She defied her age and battled the beast when she slipped and the Rylak didn’t hesitate to land a fatal bite. Razaron howled with horror, he lifted his axe, his body filled with adrenaline swung the axe down-wards severing both it’s heads in a devastating attack. The Matron was dying, Razaron caressed her in his arms. She revealed her true self to a shocked Razaron, she was named Razara and was his grandmother, the mother of Kazraka. Gorgush and Razara’s relationship had broke down when Razaron was born, Gorgush had threatened Razara to stay away from his son. Razara heeded his warning but it was only when Gorgush left for war she finally introduced herself to her grandson.

Razara had died, Razaron carried her limp body in his arms and a decapitated Rylak head as proof of his kill. Gorgush was far from pleased, he accused Razaron of cheating in his Om’riggor and sort the aid of the Matron, he hurled abuse at his child whilst mocking him and calling him insane. He then named brought a close to the Om’riggor and named his child, he now would be known as Razaron the Insane. Gorgush also informed him that he wasn’t worthy of Gul’dan’s gift and spat in his face, Razaron walked away to the mockery of his clan but he didn’t care, he had a pyre to build for his grandmother. Razaron’s status was never high amongst his clan, especially with his physical prowess being slightly thinner and his occasional stammer. He was always an outcast but even more so after the news spread of his dishonor in his Om’riggor. Even though Razaron never drank the demonic blood it’s affects were spreading, his skin had started to slowly turn green and the Tanaan Jungle had turned in to a barren wasteland. It’s new name now was the Hellfire Peninsula and at the far reaches stood a humongous Dark Portal.

Kil’rogg Deadeye, Chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow clan led the orcs through the portal to a new world, they were some of the first to venture to the other side. They would be used as scouts for the Horde to explore this new alien world. Their explorations would lead them to the Stranglethorn Valley, another jungle, the Bleeding Hollow would be ideal scouts for this terrain but they ran into a problem. The Gurubashi trolls called this jungle their home and they had been watching the orcs closely and had not taken kindly to them entering their territory. Without hesitation the Gurubashi trolls ambushed the Bleeding Hollow orcs, it was a massacre! Razaron was there, fighting side by side watching his clan being decimated by the onslaught. He then veered over and saw his father, he had taken a fatal blow. Razaron rushed over to speak to his father one last time, the demonic blood started to wane and as it did his rage and anger depleted. Gorgush with his last breaths apologised to his son and told him to be his own orc. Gorgush had died and the Bleeding Hollow were broken, they were in full retreat.

As the clan marched back towards the Dark Portal Razaron quickly slipped away, he had lost everything near and dear to him and would rather live a life of a hermit then fight for this fel Horde. He traveled for days to escape from any form of civilisation, he was alone and would be his own orc like his father advised.

Spoiler: Broken • show

Coming soon!

Spoiler: The Return of the Spirits • show

Coming soon!

Spoiler: The Curse • show

Coming soon!

Spoiler: A New Home • show

Coming soon!

Stories & Events:

Coming of Age
(Timeframe: Year -10 to 0)

• The Neglected Child
• Balance of Zorammarsh
• The Last Dance
• Matron Knows Best
• The Long Lesson
• Tanaan Hell
• A Family at War
• Om'riggor
• Between Worlds
• The Battle of Stranglethorn Vale

Broken
(Timeframe: Year 0 to 10)

• A Fresh Start
• New Friendships
• The Lost Ones
• Next Story Coming Soon!

The Cursed Axe
(Timeframe: Year 39)

• Trial of the Warrior
• Fiery Adventure
• The Fate of Madeye

Varog'Gor in Training
(Timeframe: Year 40)

• The Cunning Wolf
• Protect the Wagon

Whispers in the Shadows
(Timeframe: Year 40)

• Three's a Crowd
• A Glimpse into Death
• The Red Night
• Cannibal Crossing
• For the Blood!
• Return of the Wolf

Tides of Madness
(Timeframe: Year 40)

• King of the Hill
• Mogu Knows All

Eye of Gorgush
(Timeframe: Year 41 to 42)

• Raza-Round Trip
• Beyond and Back

Things you may know about this character:

• He can occasionally come across as cold and uncaring.
• Has a flamboyant way of fighting, often seen dancing in the midst of combat.
• His methods maybe unusual but you can't ignore his success.
• Has an odd sense of humour.
• Is a known spiritual dancer.
• Enjoys his wine.

Things you may not know about this character:

• He's from the Bleeding Hollow clan that came to Azeroth through the dark portal during the first war.
• He's not completely insane.
• A curse was been placed upon him.
• He has dabbled with dark rituals and blood magic.
• Takes all sorts of unusual intoxicating narcotics.

Spoiler: Gallery • show

Carbot Razaron by Razaron


Razaron by ShadowPriest


Razaron performing a ritual by ShadowPriest


Razaron by Acro Winter (Manata)


Razaron in-game art at the Battle of Lordaeron by Nina Ward


Young Adult Razaron by Maja McGowan

Wow that's really good!

Just came back after a small hiatus myself to see this news. Heartbreaking.

Just activated my subscription again, will see how much time I get to play.

I haven't been on for a week, my son hasn't been very well so I've had no time to play. Will be on more in a week or so touch wood.

He's better now but going to take a break from wow and spend more time with the family. I'll log in now and then and when I have more free time I'll be on a lot more.

I haven't been on for a week, my son hasn't been very well so I've had no time to play. Will be on more in a week or so touch wood.

Just got my picture done by Maja on Argent Arts.  



Maja updated it and gave it more detail. <3

I'm contemplating returning to wow, how is everyone enjoying the recent changes?

How is the guild doing?

awesome drawing

Great idea!