Details of your Orc character:
Name: Krogarsh [Spelt Krògarsh in game]
Class: Shaman
Level: currently 32
Tell us something about your playing experience: I have played WoW since about mid-way through Vanilla, on and off. I got really big into the game at the launch of BC, where I leveled and raided on a Blood Elf Hunter. when Wrath hit, I made a Blood Elf Death knight, and raided on him through naxx till ToC. While I was playing him, I leveled a Troll Priest with an Orcess warrior, and then raided with those two from ToC till the later parts of ICC, before faction changing them due to grief on my old server.
Priest:
http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Sentinels&cn=IolanaDK:
http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Sentinels&cn=AithnaeTell us something about your roleplaying experience: I started to RP in wow when I joined a guild called Scytheguard on my DK, when Wrath hit, till I left for IC reasons 3 months later. I then joined Honor Fallen for a short period, before founding my own guild. From there [2 months later] I joined a fledgling guild called False Prophecy, where I stayed for 7 months, and raided and RPed with them. After that, I joined Akas of Agula, where I did not RP much.
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
A wolf's howl and a beating of paws against snow where the only quiet sounds of the forest, that late in the night. Deep, low, huffing breaths followed the form of a ghostly wolf, who seemed to be running from nothing. With a jump and a muted howl, the wolf's body contorted and shifted, turning itself into a mail-clad Orc, who continued to run. He turned sharply on a foot, dropping his totems down at his feet, and pulling the large staff from his back.
Krogarsh panted softly, his braid kicked up from the mystic wind that flowed around his body as he channeled a spell, one to heal the wounds his large body has sustained. Humans where not known for their mercy to orcs, and that was shown by the rips and tears in his armor. The loud sound of hoof beats where getting closer and closers, but the Orc was not afraid, and stood ready in the warm light from his totems, ones that softly pulsed with the elements.
To see the Human jump over a log in front of him, and dismount quickly, ready to strike. . .It made the Shaman grin, idly twirling the staff in his hand. Krogarsh quickly sheathed it, already calling the elements to his hands, lightning forming a ball, before arching out at what seemed to be a Paladin. He watched the Human go flying back into a tree, a groan on his lips. The Shaman tossed another ball of lightning, wanting to make sure the male would stay down, before scooping up his totems and turning.
Another soft shift, and he was running again, a ghost's form in the middle of the night. He was headed back to the Village, back to the safety of his people. Krogarsh could only be happy that his people where now free.
For now, at least.
