Details of my Orc character:
Name: Atsurr Hammerheart
Class: Warrior
Level: 16 (right now)
My (role)playing experience:
I've started playing PC games since I was 7 when my dad bought a computer for home, he played at start, but shortly my brother and I were finding it a great way to have fun. I've started of playing strategy games like dune 2, after that I got into Warcraft, Starcraft, C&C, KKND and the like. RPGs were also one of the genres I had interest. Games like Gothic, Fallout, KotOR, Diablo and a lot of others.
My first MMO was Lineage II which I stumbled upon while at a PC gaming hall in my hometown, I've played it quite a bit, but after a while I saw World Of Warcraft. Now Lineage II had beautiful graphics, however the gameplay was non-existent so I bought World of Warcraft for the first time, it had been out for some time but it was still vanilla. I got The Burning Crusade when it launched and had some fun times with it. After that I've tried other games that primised much but delivered little... Games like Age Of Conan and Warhammer Online.
Now After Cataclysm launched I want to get back into WoW. I have some experiencee with vanilla and TBC. I know how to tank 5 man instances and I absolutly love PvP.
I've been in RP guilds both in WoW and AoC. I have some experience with RP, but not that much.
A short story... made longer by not knowing when to stop:
(READ ME FIRST) I apologize for the length of my application it seems I got carried away. If you don't want to read the whole thing just read Part II - The Battle. Thanks for taking your time to read this. Part I - The Return
The storm was increasing in intensity and violence, through the fog a small raiding ship, that could only fit in 20 strong, was advancing; This was the "Wavesplitter", on board it carried the strongest and the fiercest warriors that clan Hammerheart had bred in the time after the second war. This time they were heading to some snowy islands in the north that they had learned to call home.
- We're nearing home! Said the captain to no one in particular as the storm seems to almost tear the ship appart.
Some orcs didn't seem to feel the storm at all, while others were desperately trying to keep a level head. They've been gone on the raid for almost three weeks now, experience was starting to show.
- Put your backs into it, yelled out a grey bearded orc from the back of the ship, this storm is not stronger than us, we'll be hailed like heroes, all of us, bearers of a pounding hammerheart!
- DEATH IN FIRE! Yelled all the orcs as they were stoking the waves in perfect unison.
After a few minutes the lookout yelled they were approaching land... The orcs prepared to get to shore, but they all saw the ashes falling from the sky.
- Lok'narash! The captain yelled and sure enough all the orcs had armed themselves ready for what was to come. They were closing in and started hearing echoes of screams. Suddenly they all heard it, the warcry of the Hammerheart clan "DEATH IN FIRE!", the battle was still raging.
At the front of the ship an orc, younger than the rest, with a long braided beard, wearing bloody chainmail armor, was enraged, he could barely control himself. "Just a little more" he whispered. This was Atsurr, his rage always made him nigh unstoppable, some of his comrades said it was luck, others thought he was just mad. His shield had been tried the hardest in the raid, it was stained in blood and covered with arrows that had been cut in half. Grasping his shield and with sword in hand he turned to the other orcs and and yelled:
- I will not stand and watch our clan fall, we will fight back! Let them hear us ROAR!
The warcry that followed could be heard all the way into the village!"DEATH IN FIRE!" And Atsurr jumped into the freezing water and swam to shore. Inspired by the bravery of this young one every orc followed, even the captain.
Part II - The Battle
They reach the battle and see their enemy... Humans. Men in heavy armour were killing their families, even the old, even the unarmed, even the children, they had no honour. Atsurr rose from the water covered in seaweed and ice and rushed the first enemy he saw, the sword flashes, blood gushes from the wound, the cut is wide and deep, when Atsurr turns around the enemy falls to his knees. An orc with a beard like fire, wielding a hammer tied to his arm with chain yells out:
- Lok'tar! He was the clan's most powerful shaman, Arhemmerath. Slay them, slay them all! He said.
In the fury of battle the returning raids members were tearing through the enemy. Atsurr was striking the enemy with his shield and blade alike. Both had screams following them and the sound of dented armour and broken bones.
- Death In Fire! Screamed Arhemmerath.
He was starting to invoke a powerful thunderstorm.
The following second the orcs heard a powerful thundering sound coming from far behind enemy lines, thinking it was the storm they pressed forward, only to find death in the form of gunpowder... The humans had brought cannons. Half the orcs were killed in the first volley of cannon-fire. The armour clad humans seeing this started to charge the orcs with renewed spirits.
Atsurr was standing amidst what had to be thirty human corpses. This was no raid, they were razing the whole village to the ground. The split second that Atsurr realized that he heard the sound of wood that breaks as a sword cuts through his shield. He drops his shield and grabs his axe. Holding a weapon in each fist, he parries the enemies attacks, and strikes with fury unleashed. The first blow makes the helmet crack, the axe cut to the teeth, he rips the axe from the head covered in blood and brains, leaves the body lying dead ready to stike once more. His sword cuts through armour like a hot knife cuts through snow, he grins as the bastard he's facing screams as he twists his sword.
He hears Arhemmerath yell "Death In Fire!" Raises his head only to see the shaman be silenced by the men in armour and by their swords slain. Atsurr yelled out a vicious "Death In Fire!" Followed by "Victory or Death!". He raised his axe above his head his eyes showed furious rage. He slays a few more men before he is surrounded... Blades flash, blood gushes from the wound, the cut is wide and deep, right as he turns around Atsurr falls to his knees. A spear was forced into his back, they left him there for dead, he crawls toward the sea the freezing water touches his wound and takes away some of the pain. Here he lay on wet sand denied a return home, he grasps his sword and says farewell to the land he loved, he thinks of the good old times and of the glory he would have gained. He tilts his head to the side and in the water he sees the "Wavesplitter", brought to shore by the current.
Part III - The Conclusion
Atsurr wakes up like from a nightmare. He instictively touches his scar with one hand while touching the places his weapons usualy were with the other. He drifted for a time unknown and was found in a coma by the Orcs of the Red Blade. How he ended up here he doesn't know, was it fate? was it the spirits of his brothers in arms?
One thing is sure though his rage is unquenchable he must have his revenge. He has to fight! Victory or Death! For his Home! For the Orcs of the Red Blade! For the Horde! DEATH IN FIRE!
The End?
P.S. Also I someone could help me translate Hammerheart into orcish I'd appreciate it. I know mash is heart, but hammer... no clue.
