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Kryazha

I didn' really know wat I woul' be 'untin', so I jus' ran nort', and ran past the jungle dere. Nothin' dere really interested me... So I ran on. An' foun' dese blue flyin' thin's making nests in da trees an' suc'.
I 'id behin' one o' da trees a little part away, closin' in throug' da 'ig' grass, wen one was slightly alone on da side, I sprung up an' grabbed it's talons, pullin' it down.
It screeched an' we fought, claws, teet' an' all, feathers flyin' everywhere... Until I managed ta rip 'er t'roat' out. I smeared 'er blood over me, an' I think I got some feathers too...

Given name: Throatrender

Krezgugesh

I was near the wailing caverns, sitting on a ridge waiting for a particularly big Centaur I had seen the other day.
I knew he would come, because I saw him drinking from thepond a few days earlier.
As he showed up in the horizon with his Entourage, his figure got bigger and bigger the closer he came, before suddenly they started looking nervous and fled.
I thought they had spotted me until I heard a loud hiss behind me.
It seems this three headed swimming snake saw me and wanted supper.
I swiftly turned and waitedfor it to strike, dodging the middle head and catching the right one.
I don't know, I've never seen a hydra
With a firm grip around its neck, it tried to shake me, but I kept squeezing until I heard a crack andthe head grew limp.
It roared, then I roared louder, grabbed my axe and swinged it at him, but I missed and it stepped on it.
Then the middle head went straight for my faceand I grabbed its jaws...
With everything I had, I ripped the beast's lower jaw out and stomped on it. The last head was screaming and it slowly backed away, so I picked up my axe, jumped for it and split it's skull in two.
I took one piece of its face and smeared my head with it

Given Name: Sunderskull

Rashka

Err.. I be runnin' till I be near some trees. I saw 'im ugly raptor there. I be no' likin' raptors anymore, so I be sneakin' closer ter 'im.
4ha' ugly raptor be hearin' me comin' though. He smacked me righ' in me face with ïm ugly tail!
4I snorted as I wen' fer 'im throa' but 'im clawed me face. So I be backin' a bi' off..
There be me and tha' ugly faced raptor as I ran straigh' fer him, roarin' with all me pride.
He be starin' at me fer some time, I think 'im be scared, but he be runnin' at me soon after, clawin' me arm. I be angry then, so I grabbed 'im tail and threw him onto the ground.
He clawed me stomach, but I be no' carin' anymore. I smacked 'im righ' in the face and cu' his throa'. Then I covered me face and arms in 'im blood.

Given Name: Facebreaker

I traveled over the sea with the help of Frostwyrm , the long hard flight gave me time to prepaire my plans. I landed near the ruins of Naxxramas, to hunt a certain Scourge called. "Rattlerib" but the creature had moved to Icecrown to the dark caverns.-
My Frostwyrm did not help me, to add this notion.
She only gave me the ride to the continent. I moved by foot from then, but back to my story.
But yes, in the caverns I spend the dark weeks, hunting the Rattlerib.
Rattlerib was a "Siege" weapon of Scourge, massive monster of bone and ice, the darkness of the caverns betrayed me many times, I traveled deeper and deeper, until I found a frozen "Hall" carved by something, only light I had was the small spots of ligh-
t, through the thick ice. I had finally found my prey, but I have to admit my confident was not in the highest, last time when I saw Rattlerib it was a Skeleton size of a Ogre, but now..
It had consumed weaker scourge to bulk it's frame, like a boney spider guarding it's frozen nest. But I did not plan not end my hunt for this. "Setback" I challenged Rattlerib, letting it know of my presence, and pulled my Runeblade.
I fought Rattlerib for Five days and five nights. If I am correct to my counting of the moments of darkness during my battle.
Only thing I could saw were Rattleribs glowing blue eyes, on the fifth morning I lost my Runeblade to my own foolishness,  but I kept on, the blade was lodged to Rattleribs, rib, I almost faced my Final death when I charge to retrieve my Blade, but the -
But the gambit was worth it, I retrieved my blade, and by the luck of a fool or blessing of the spirits, I saw an opening and my blade found it's mark between Rattlerib's neck and shoulder plate, cutting it's head clean off.
After the beast was dead, I moved to siphon the essence of Rattlerib into my blade, to empower it and finally give it a worthy name.

Given Name: Ironblood

Caruk

Hm. I will spare you the boring details of how many months of preparation this took me.
I knew of my quarry long before I set off on my hunt. It's name was Winterhowl, my Frostwyrm.
Hm. He wasn't when I heard of him again, after getting free of the Lich King's control.
The sever of my bond to the Scourge as a whole, to him, drove him to become feral. It was when the trial of Om'riggor was announced that I decided I would take care of him.
The easy part was locating him, and make him attack me. My presence was not something he was... Happy about.
Of course, I knew this would happen. And I had made preparations for restraining him when I'd brought him down from the air.
The chains I had prepared, didn't hold him for long. I was forced to restrain him myself, with minor success. But it was all I needed.
It gave me enough time to break his bones open, so I could rip his heart out from inside of him. If I had tried to bring him down with pure force, I would have died. His entire body shook before falling into a pile of bones.
Those bones was retrieved aswell, for any potential use in the future.

Given Name: Blackblade

[Behind the parchment is a bad drawing of a cat with... 5? Legs.]

Threkna:

Unexpected turn of events during me hunt. I intended to go after a demon.
'Em got in the way. But with how they fought, I thought it would be fit.
I got on m'wolf and rode toward the demon scar which had been scouted before. 'Owever, on my way, I came across a scoutin' part of three, an' one of them I recognized.
The one leadin' them was one I had met in the arena a few times. Our matches came to a draw, because our fights ended up lasting long, as just become boring, so t'let others fight an' not t'lose audience, they pulled us out.
'Im recognized me as well, an' we had a lil' chat before he told the two others to stay back while we fought, just fer the good ol' days.
An' like before, our fight lasted long. Like before, 'im wieldin' a heavy axe, an' far heavier armour than me, where I wield lighter weapons an' armour.  After ehr...I don' know 'ow long, I toom him down. Enraged by the loss o' their leader, the two others came runnin' at me. Clumsy an' with the fighin' skill of a peon, 'em were quickly taken down. M'ol' friend however, 'im fought with honour, which seem t'be rare among Kor'kron these days. An opponent I will remember dearly.

Given name: Blood render

Goru:

I went to Terrokar forest to find a wolf. I thought it was suiting but as I was watching one, looking for a way to attack... Something bit down my shoulder from behind. I acted on instinct and plunged my dagger towards it head, it just left a scratch...
It disappeared and I realized it was a warpstalker or what ever they are called.
I readied myself cause I hear those things don't leave a wounded target. I heard something behind me as it reappeared and I turned around quickly and plunged my dagger down its mouth as it jumped me.
It died and I thought that maybe it wasn't me who should choose the prey but the prey to choose me. So... there it is... Not much to tell really.

Given Name: Swiftblade

[Behind the Parchment there are numberous drawings of giant elven lynxes scampering around perfomring acts of heroism.]

Troxigar:

Ghrm.. fer some clearification, the original reason for this kill was not to earn a name. Hence why It didn't occur to me to adhere to th' traditions of the Om'riggor in regards to wearing armor on my upper body. I would have also taken trophy less.. er..
Ghrm.. suffice it to say I wouldn't have taken a feckin' eyeball.
As for the fight itself..
Well.
I spent alot of time shadowing my target, trying to learn Its routine, Its weaknesses. Clearly it isn't possible to outmatch a Gronn with physical strength so I had ter fight.. Dirty.
I waited for him by a pond that he had been using to drink from, while he was drinking and seperated from any allies I approached him and issued my challenge.
I didn't think he would understand me.. maybe he didn't, I aksed him to answer a riddle. "I have a box, I put something into the box. The box is now lighter than it was before... what did I put in the box?"
Whether or not he understood me is irrelevant, I were jus' trying to get his attention an' confuse him somewhat. Apparently It worked.
While he was standing there dumbfounded I threw one of my axes at his head, sticking him in the aye. I blinded the poor wretch.
The beast roared with anger and failed its arms in the general direction of where I was standing, luckly for me I had already made my move to strike him in the legs.
I approached him from the side and hacked at the back of his leg with my remaining axe, I intended to cripple him by severing a tendon or something, didn't quite work out that way but I'll come ter that in a moment.
The blows were enough to force him onto a knee, I took my chance and ran around him to get a clean strike on his neck.
I struck him twice in the leathery flesh of his neck, the wounds were deep but not deep enough. He roared in pain as he stood up on his legs once again, my axe was embedded.. stuck in his neck.. at this point my plan sort of went ter shit.. just a little.
He lifted me up with him and simply backhanded me away like a feckin' fly or something. Ghrm.. everything went black for a moment. I vaguely remember seeing the night sky for a moment before hitting the ground... hard.
When I regained my senses he was charging at me... or er.. hobbling quickly. It would seem that my attempt to cripple him didn't work.
Before I knew it he was standing right over me, ready to strike.. one good hit from those things an' clearly you aren't gettin' up again.
In desperation I noticed that my Axe was still embedded in his neck.. I can't fully explain what happened next... I'll do my best.
I called upon the Elemental Spirits of Air ter aid me. Next thing you know I be holdin' out my arm an' forks of lightning are extending from the palm of my hand as if It's second nature. Hah.
The lightnin' did somethin' ..strange ter the Axe. It ripped it from the beast's neck and sent it flying through the air, never seen anything like it.
The hole that it left behind was.. considerable. The beast gripped at Its neck.. I could hear him gargling and drowning on Its own blood.
It stumbled around for a few moments, clearly disorientated. It then fell to thr ground, dead.

Given name: Stormaxe

Tazok
I traveled south east beyond the span to my clan's land
When I first arrived there I sort not my prey...but my bait
The Drakes prefer a certain meat that is hard for them to come by without Wildhammers stopping them.
Gryphons. I found one close to their village and manage to kill it and bring it away before they could notice me toward a clearing and waited
Soon enough a black drake landed, and began gorging itself on the dead griffon.
As it remain distracted I attacked, leaping from my cover and slicing at its wing, preventing it from trying to fly off
The drake roared in pain, and swiped at me with its claws
As you can see, it managed to hit me,
But I was not going to let the creature win. I managed to get under it cutting its underbelly. As it roared in pain and trust my blade into its heart, killing it. With the beast dead I removed it's head and carried it back here

Given name:  Scalebreaker

Dabina

As I said to yer earlier, I chose my prey as soon as you mentioned Om'riggor.
Raptors. They are powerful swift and ferocious prey. Killing machines with deadly claws, and consisting entirely of muscle.
I sought one out, not far from Hammerfall. The beast spotted me long before I saw it, yet I could feel it sense the danger radiating from myself. It regarded me cautiously, as if planning its attack.
Tossing stealth aside - my cover had been blown, the raptor seemed to back away. I pursed over the hill, eager to settle the kill, when I heard padding to my right.. Another raptor. It had come from the right while I had set eyes on the other.
Clever girl.
The beast had leapt upon me, giving me seconds to react. It tore open this shoulder wound, but its momentum was my advantage, and I literally -threw- the beast aside.
I was on it before it could get to its feet, both arms around its neck. I tightened my grip and twisted sharply, giving it a quick and clean kill.
As I tore the talon off, I thanked the Spirits, or Ancestors, or whatever ancients we revere for the chance to hunt such a prey. I believe that is the correct ritual.

Given name: Skullsunder

Varagga

I'll be quick, I knew Hillbrand from my...imprisonment there.
I travelled west to the wreck that was Durnhold keep.
I knew my prey already; there was a fire elemental, once controlled by a mage who was captured during Thrall's release of the camps.
The Mage had left his elemental bound by magic to the lower depths of the hold.
Needless to say it had gone insane.
I tell you no lies, it was not a hard kill, it never even acknowledged my presence.
My axe smashed its core to pieces. Vengeance, or maybe to avenge a life i lost...
I took part of it, an' burnt ma'self in the process...

Given Name: Wolfblood

SHARGLA

I had first my mind set on a raptor. I head west from here to look for one but suddenly came across an ogre not too far from the human settlement.
I had not chosen a weapon with me so I followed it for a while first. It was heading back to their cave further on.
So I ran to it, in hopes it wouldn't notice me and I would have the element of surprise with me. But it did notice me and I received a quick swing of a mallet to my side.
For a good while I just kept dodging its swings. But as soon as I got to my feet, I ran at it just as it hit the ground with its mallet and managed to climb to its back. I had no weapon on me so I kept biting, hitting and clawing it.
It finally fell when I ripped its ear off and went unconsious. It had a blade with it that alowed me to give the final blow and end its life. Also let me took off its head.

Given name: Emberclaw

Raxxok

The large horned beasts  in the mountains recently had their young.  The mothers stay close to the dens unless they hunt.
It was a matter of grabbin' one of the whelps while the mother was out of sight, that allowed me to kill the beast.
I made sure my scent was spread on the trees nearby, so she could track me down.  Krenta carried the whelp in her maw while we scaled the mountain.
Little bastard screamed up a storm, but that was what I was hoping for.
Few minutes pass and it comes up, red in the eyes lookin' for it.
The matriarch charges, thumping the ground with her fists.
I edge closer to the cliffside with the youngling in hand, and toss it over the edge.
Now, the beast didn't quite know what to do, come after me, or try to save the youngling.
Turns out she bolted to the cliffside and tried to grasp the baby, she slipped and fell upon the hard valley, as I planned.
I made my way down and delivered an arrow to the eye, as a way to make sure she was dead., also-- many Bleeding Hollow Orcs would remove an eye from their kill.
But the whelp--.
Seems to have survived in her grasp.

Given name: Orphanmaker. You sick bastard.

Honestly, I know certain predators do this but we’re an honourable species. If you’re actually capable of reading this Raxxok, I hope yer eyes are pecked out by Eagles. And don’t go blatherin’ about this survival of the fittest barridin, it’s naught next to empathy and intelligence.

Crothu
I got this lizard man from a cave not to far from this camp.
To start with he wandered off away from his group... I followed him and tried to burn him... However this lizard man wanted to gut me.
This saurok did put up a worthy fight that is why i brought his body back so i can hang his skeleton up in my hut...
With the use of fire i kept distance from me and his spear before being able to disarm him and drive the spear through his stomach.
It seems they don't wish to be burnt.
Then i brought his body back to the camp here.

Given Name: Bloodletter

Marzek
Here is my tale: upon embarking on my hunt, I headed up into the foothills of the mountain. As Frostwolf, I hunt best in such lands - I am in my natural element.
I saw many beasts and foes, but they proved too mighty for one such as myself - great abominable snow-men, fierce tiger matriarchs and various... tauren-type beasts.
I found prey that was... more suitable for my status.
A wizened, greyed elderly goat, grazing the meagre grasses hidden beneath snow.
It... acted strangely as I approached it. Shaky, erratic in its thought - per-haps mad. I thought it best to put it out of its misery.
Yet as I approached, the strangeness turned to -ferocity-.
The goat lunged at me in a manic charge, seeming almost unthinkable in a beast so old!
At once, it had me upon the ground, knocking me back with its horns. As it advanced upon me, the end was near for one of us.
It bleated in -fury-, and lunged to finish me off!
Yet as it seized upon me, I thrust my crooked longknife towards the beast, penetrating its ribcage and causing it to collapse at once in shock!
As it lay there upon the ground, trembling and bleeding, I finished it off by cutting its throat.
I took a horn from the beast, and this nearby burlap sack, filled with... foul beans. I suspect these beans may have driven the goat to madness.
As is customary, the blood of the beast is also painted upon my face.

Given Name: Iron-Willed