Gromgeth Doomshout's story.

[Gromgeth]

Gromgeth peers into the fire, he sees some images deep into the fire from his past.
"I've not always mastered these dark arts, i was forced to."
"Ha!, i left the Shadowmoon Clan just in time, Ner'zhul was forced to make us learn these arts"
Gromgeth grunts.
"After the shattering of Draenor, i wandered around in Hellfire.
I learned to survive there, the Dae'mons grew very fast in numbers and were assaulting the Dark portal rapidly."
Gromgeth laughs.
"As a very social Orc, i travelled to this world called Azeroth. Very soon i stranded in Demon Fall Canyon, very nice place. I liked the smell of the air there."
Gromgeth nods.
"I stayed there for about...?"
Gromgeth is counting on his fingers.
"A very long time! I also met Mr. Crawly (cockroach) there! We had some a beautiful time there together. But the years past and i hadnt used my dark arts for decades, i also felt weaker."
Gromgeth looks down to the ground.
"One day when Mr. Crawly was playing hide and seek again, i heard some noise coming down from the valley. I looked down and saw a group of Orcs slaying all the Dae'mons. I didnt liked those creatures anyway..."
"I knew that if i made a bound again with my fellow Orcs i could make myself usefull and regain my strength! So i approached the orcs and joined their Tribe.
"I found strength and honour into the Tribe. And i'm willing to support my brothers and sisters in any situation."
"FOR THE BLOOD OF THE TRIBE!"
Gromgeth's cockroach walks over his shoulder.
"There ya are Mr. Crawly! i've been looking for ya!"
(OOC: There ya go Rarg ^^ hope this is what you expected )

[Sadok]

((Sinister and malicious warlock wielding dark, taboo magics. ...And Mr. Crawly. I approve of such ridiculosity.

Good read!))