Ehmm... Yea... How to put this... I had a DK on this realm before, but here earlier, when I was playing on Brutallusian, I just found it too boring to lvl -.-'' So I gained an idea. I deleted my DK and made a new. Guess who? Brutallusian Wolfchewer I, so now I want him in instead
Hope you don't mind?? Just incase, I'll make the application thing again, but I'll skip the two questions about me as player.
Details of your Orc character:
Name: Brutallusian Wolfchewer I (Wolfchewer as chr)
Class: Death knight
Level: 55
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
(Some tips for this; Who is your character, what does he/she want, what has he/she done, ect.)
Brutallusian had camped inside a human stronghold. All the humans were dead for the attack, and Brutallusian was so bored he had started to count heads. Suddenly a scout came running up to him and said: "Sir! Humans coming from the north! They are one to two miles away! What shall we do?!" Brutallusian smiled and stood up. "Why the hell haven't you seen that before now?! Close the gates and bring boiling oil to the walls. Let the humans suffer before they die". The scout saluted and left for getting some of the other troops to help him. Brutallusian saw around on his men. They were few, and the most of them was badly heart. Brutallusian knew that if the enemy broke through the gate, they all would be dead for good. The out in the horizont, Brutallusian could see the enemies army. It was huge! Bigger than what Brutallusian ever had fought before! But he wasn't scared. All his soldiers saw on the army of was it their doom, but the only thing Brutallusian could think of, when he saw the army, was fun!
Ten minutes later the enemy was trying to break up the gate. Brutallusian was lucky that they had brought any catapult or other kind of machines with them. They had tried to use a tree to smash up the gate, but the boiling oil, which the orcs threw at them, made them cry out in pain and drop the tree. The orcs had started to think they actualy could win, but Brutallusian was bored. Maybe he had managed to keep the enemy out, and that way also keep his life, but he thought it to be so boring, he almost wanted to open the gate and fight alone. Suddenly some orc screamed in fear from a wall on the other side of the stronghold. Brutallusian ran over and saw out over the valley. Undeads! And a whole bunch of them! And these guys were not that stupid and forget the catapults! They started to fire some posion in over the city, which killed the most of the orcs. Brutallusian thought for a second. Most of all he wanted to go melee fight, but he knew that would be suicide. Then he saw a basement inside a house. He took as many survivors down there that he could, then he shot a burning arrow down into the boiling oil, and then opened the gate! Then he quickly ran down into the basement and locket it. The humans, who was brave enough to run through the fire, ran right into the undeads posion and slowly started to die as the orcs had. Down in the basement the survivors begged to hear Brutallusian's plan, but Brutallusian smiled and said: "For the first time in my time as an officer, I don't know what the hell to do. Thrilling, don't you think?" The orcs couldn't take it as calm as Brutallusian and tried to make their own tactics, but none of them had any. Suddenly one of them fell to the ground. Brutallusian, who also was a skilled doctor, checked what had happened to him. He had just suddenly died without reason. Slowly some of the others started to die, and that was rather horrible, since they only was five to begin with. Then the dead stod up again! Just like that! Brutallusian quickly knew what they were; zombies, undeads! He quickly took his axe and slayed them without mercy. Then he found a fur in the basement and decided to sleep. That was kind of his way to say goodbye to the world. He thought that he for sure would die in his sleep, because of the humans or the undeads to break in.
A month later a scouting group found the stronghold. It was all empty. They searched for anything of value, when one of them found the basement. Brutallusian was lying down there; dead of course. He had a big sword through his body; most likely a human sword. The scouts removed the sword and took the dead officer to their officer. Luckily their officer knew Brutallusian, and decided to make him a grave. It was placed at the edge of Ashenvale and the Barrens, and it had an inscription, which said: "Brutallusian Wolfchewer. 'May you chew on the wolves of the heaven'.".
Years later, Thrall, the chieftain himself, recieved a damage report. It was the Scourge, who had sailed down from Northrend into Ashenvale, and tried to move into the Barrens, but suddenly when they had reached the Barrens, they turned around and went back to Northrend. "If the enemy already have left, why is it so important?" asked Thrall the messengerboy. The messengerboy, who never had seen Thrall before and therefor was a little nervous, answered with a stuttering voice: "Th-They took some thing. A-A corpse, I think". Thrall laughed and smiled at the messengerboy. "No need to be scared, brother. Now do you know who this corpse belonged to?" The messenger boy tried to calm down, but it was hard. "Br-Brutallusian Wolfchewer, or something like that". Thrall thought for a second. "Brutallusian Wolfchewer. Doesn't ring any bell". Suddenly one of the elite guards disturbed the conversation: "Excuse me, but did you just said the name Brutallusian Wolfchewer?" Thrall nodded. "Yes. You know him?" The guard nodded back. "Yes. He was my officer once. A great man, a great fighter. But I think he died a year ago". Thrall answered: "Yes, and now the Scourge have taken him from his grave". The guard looked chocked and sad at the same time. "Please, sir, let me go after him and get him back. If they revive him, he will become a too big enemy". Thrall nodded at the guard, who bowed glad and left the lair.
A month later the guard had found out Brutallusian was in the Plaguelands to be trained, and he had therefor led his journey there. Suddenly there came a army of undeads flying on undead gryphons. When they landed one of them, a big, black orc, just suddenly walked from the others. "Hey! Where are you going?" yelled one of the undeads after him who left. "Where do you think?! The Lich King knew that I would lose my good tactics, if he revived me without my mind. Therefor he didn't! And therefor I'm smart enough to walk away from this hell hole! Like I'm ever going to obey him!" The undeads went mad and tried to attack the orc, but he easily dodged and killed them both in a single blow! The guard knew him to be Brutallusian, and he stopped hidding and shouted after Brutallusian: "Wolfchewer! Is that you?!" Brutallusian saw around after the guard, until he finally could see him. "Aye. And who the hell are you?" The guard laughed and came closer. "You always say hell". Brutallusian smiled at it and answered for fun: "Hell no, I don't!" The guard grapped a peace of paper and gave it to Brutallusian, who quickly red it. It said: "Brutallusian Wolfchewer, you are ordered by your cheiftain to come back to Orgrimmar and stay here until you have found a fighting order, a tribe, a clan, anything, which you can fight for. Blood and honour, friend!" Brutallusian sighed and said: "I guess he won't let me make my own squad again. Very well, I will try to find a group to hang out with, but if they are boring as hell, I'll make my own again!" The guard sighed and said: "Just come. Let's get back to Orgrimmar. Then we can find out of the rest there".
((Okay, maybe it turned out a little long -.-'' Sorry if my chr changing is coursing trouble. I promise I won't be as troublesome when first I'm in the guild
Or at least I'll try not to ^~))
cant wait!
