(( yea, Nrakotz again, but not as Uglûhk Dreamweaver this time. But as Nrakotz Deathhand!! ))
The orc looked over the fields of Nagrand. He could sense the power flowing from the Oshu'gun. It had not been long since he had been there to talk to the spirits for the first time. What was it? A couple of months? And still, he knew more then some shamans about the old rituals. He had been lucky to be trained by such a venerable teacher. The young orc, Nrakotz Deathhand, had been born on the very year that Warchief Thrall was captured. Nrakotz's parents were of no clan, but they still managed to survive the wilderness. Nrakotz discovered early that he could talk to animals, and that many of his prayers to the Spirits came true. Even though Nrakotz was born in the Eastern Kingdoms, he managed to sneak aboard a ship from Booty bay to Ratchet and from there walk to the great city of Orgrimmar.
Once in Orgrimmar he was directed to the teaching grounds in the southern Durotar, in a place called the Den. It was there he had been trained to become a shaman. While most of the shaman trainees quickly learned to fight in hand to hand combat, and thus use the powers of the elements to bestow their weapons greater power, Nrakotz dismissed the use of axes early, thinking it to be a grunt's weapon. Before the others could beat even a lowly peon in fight, Nrakotz had mastered the ways of the Spiritual warrior, using bolts of lightning and sudden bursts of fire and ice to fight the enemies of the Horde. He of course learned that an axe isn't all that useless, but that, he had learned the hard way. By the age of 20 he was a shaman of the Horde, capable of reading omens in animal's intestines. He fought with the Horde at Mount Hyjal, earning the rank of sergeant.
After the victory at Mount Hyjal, Nrakotz was sent to Lordaeron to investigate the threat of the Scourge. Preparing for the worst, he and his escort was armed to the teeth with magical weapons. They wasn't wrong, as soon as the orcs entered the gates they were attacked by thousands of undead soldiers. The orcs fought bravely but not even the great warriors of Orgrimmar could stand against the might of the undead army. One by one they were dragged down to the earth and, strangely enough, tied to the ground. When the last of the orcs fell the undead brought them to their leader. Nrakotz gathered his thoughts and prepared for the confrontation with the necromancer. What they found was truly astonishing. A group of undead under the command of the banshee queen Sylvanas had broken loose from the Scourge and used Lordaeron as their headquarter. As Nrakotz and his companions explained their business, queen Sylvanas decided that a group of her forces, called the Forsaken, would help them. Nrakotz accepted the help but also told the queen about the wonders of the Horde. Sylvanas listened to him, and send Nrakotz as an escort to the first Forsaken ambassador to Orgrimmar.
Nrakotz stayed in Orgrimmar for a couple of years after that. He helped the Warchief with matters that had to be handled with care, and with diplomacy, rather then brute force. Then, two years ago, Nrakotz was once more sent to the Eastern kingdoms, this time to Andorhall. He was to fight the Scourge and find a cure. He teamed with a forsaken named Nazarius Silas, whom had been searching for a cure to the Scourge. Nrakotz fought for nearly two years in the Eastern and Western Plague-lands without getting any further in his research. And then, the Dark Portal opened again...
Nrakotz tried to find his old teacher to convince him to come to Nagrand, to Oshu'gun once more. His teacher was near death, but the promises of Oshu'gun couldn't be ignored. The old orc went through the portal, Nrakotz right behind him. They went to Nagrand to find the Oshu'gun and hopefully any traces of the orcs. They found Garandar, one of the last orcish villages left, and the famous Oshu'gun. Nrakotz had walked with his teacher to it from Garandar to show himself for the Ancestors, to see if they accepted, or rejected him. To his teacher's joy, the Ancestors accepted Nrakotz as a shaman, and promised to help him in whatever ways he might need. That was a honor few orcs had.
Eventually, Nrakotz grew tired of being alone with his thoughts. He needed orc company. He went once more to Orgrimmar to search for a Tribe willing to let him join them. He heard about the Red Blade Tribe in the tavern and thought: "They sound like the once I have been looking for." He had written a note to them where he wrote about himself and were to find him. Now all he could do was to wait for an answer. He sighed, gave Oshu'gun a final glance, lifted his waraxe to his shoulder and walked back to Garandar. He could hear the cries of a injured baby, he would help it. He had no choice if he wanted to stay in Garandar. Hopefully the Red Blade Tribe would contact him soon, he couldn't stand helping babies for the rest of his life...
OOC: yea, Uglûhk again
I hope this char will bring some new RP for me. some facts about the char maybe? Well, here they come:
Name: Nrakotz Deathhand
Race: orc
gender: male
Age: 26
class: shaman
Level: 70
pwnzzor-grade: 0 (in a scale from 0 to 10)
RP-gear: None
Tabard: Yes
See you soon
cant wait!
