A drunkards death.

[Tarag]

((what i personally listened to while this was going on atleast... for some.... i dunno feeling to it, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-yuQdPr7uQ ))


Tarag fel straight down, crashing into the ground. He couldn't move a muscle.

Then the foot cracked down, the sound suprisingly loud in the wilderness allmost echoing.
There was no question about it... Tarag Bloodhorn, drunkard, pyromaniac and shaman of some standard... was dead.

. . . .

Mutt was sleeping when suddenly a piercing howl awoke her, the brown worg slowly wobbled to her feet before staring towards the direction of it, for some reason it spoke to her.... Something was wrong.

The worg ran from the pens, quickly getting out of Garadar, she was not heading towards the howl, she was heading to meet her master.

As she reached her destination, she sat down, staring up at the gigantic diamond formation.

She knew he would be here sooner or later, she had allways know where he was, or somehow where he would end up. She had just known where to find him ever since he had found her in a dark cave in the eastern kingdom when she was a pup.

As the night dragged on she saw the smoke rise from the ancestral grounds to the west...
That wasn't where she was going to see him however.
The worg returned her gaze to the gigantic diamond once again.
Thats where Mutt would meet him, sooner... or later.

((ooc:))
Ive allways played Tarag as a rather comedic character with a sort of tragic undertone in my opinion, basically a character who tries to laugh and shrug of his problems and drown his sorrows.
As things started looking up for him i decided it was good time to potentially end Tarag in order to complete his story as some sort of tradgedy.

Ive had a great time playing with the red blade and playing Tarag in general and im definetly returning, most likely around the new expansion.

Ill most likely still lurk these forums and all, but yknow... Gug'ye for now!

[Grunnak]

When Varekk was sure all the orcs had left he hurried out from behind the tree and fell to his knee's. ''Tarag! I..finally understand fire!'' he smiles sadly, looking upon the burning ash. ''Fire spoke to me, Tarag. I wish you could've known how grateful I am.'' Varekk sighs heavily, lowering his head. ''It's sort of ironic now that you are gone, after the words you spoke to me about living your life and finding the good things. Since you put me so close to death myself.'' He looks to his left as an orc drops his dagger into the soil infront of Tarag. ''Enough of your dribble Varekk, get moving..'' The orc hisses. ''Or you will end up burning, the only difference is the orcs will be cheering your death!''.
Varekk frowns and gets to his feet, watching the orc leave before looking back to Tarag's ashes. He presses his hands together in prayer for a few moments before hurrying away quickly.

((You'll be greatly missed on Tarag, may his story still live on for a while longer! ))

[Sadok]

((Really sorry to hear you're taking a hiatus from ORB - when MoP launches, y'come back, y'hear? Beautifully written story (and musical accompaniment) - I'd... be lying if I said I didn't tear up slightly.  Poor Mutt!

In any event, best of luck in your future endeavours, and I hope to see you around.))

[Morgeth]

((

,_, Come baaaack ))

[Vezara]

((

,_, Come baaaack ))

http://nooooooooooooooo.com/

[Regorn]

The wind goes over the land, the land of the winds
By the rage, many orc live, but few can harness's it. You must master the fire inside you to rise above your peers
But in the end, we all return to hence we came. It is the journey of life, the longest journey you will ever walk.
But when you end your first journey, someone will be chocked, like the thunder striking the earth, impact will be made on people around you
The begging is the end and the end is the begging. I shall await you, walking a long journey can be tiresome if you walk alone

By Fire we are born and by Fire we die, returning to the Earth with Thunder in our hands

After all, a duty of a shaman is to help others, you think we let something small as death stop us?