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Raghnall
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« Reply #3 on: August 30, 2011, 02:19:40 AM » |
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I apologise for my previous application. I will tell you what little I remember from my past.
As the elders recall, the drums of war, constant, unrelenting.
Parents. I do not remember there names or faces, both warriors, lost in the sea of blood in any of hundreds of battles before Thrall changed all.
I remember him well. I remember the lashings of the waves upon the boat as we left the humans lands. The storms, the unknown. The hope.
I grew with Orgrimmar, as a child I helped forged the city, ran the errands, moved the logs, learned from the craftsmen, the blacksmith espically, hard skin, tough hands. Old, kind. I remember at first I wanted to be like him. He crafted me my first weapon, a simple axe. it was not of worth to any of the warriors, its edge was dull. However his wisdom put me on my path.
"It cannot hurt you, ha, nor anyone else, but you can use it to learn,"
One day I arrived at the smithy for my chores. Many Orc's surrounding it turned me away. I later learnt he had died in the night.
My body grew with my chores and my weapon. Many orphans roamed the scafolds of the early orgrimmar, We fought often over food, honour, pride and fun.
I over heard an orc and his friends, barely years older than me insult the memory of that blacksmith by the quality of the axe had given me, Enraged I charged at him, catching by surprise i split his head with the axe. Turning to engage his allies I was met by a towering shadow and the back of its hand.
I was taken before Thrall and made to explain my actions. I explained of the blacksmith kindness and the insults to his name.
Thrall, he stared into my soul.
"You are young, your actions where in the defence of anothers honour. But you did not honour him in your actions, you attacked and seriously injured one of your own. We are surrounded by enemies, we cannot afford to hurt our own. This a serious offence boy. An insult to your parents, your clan. Me."
"I have no parents, I do not know of my clan name, I do..."
"YOU are an ORC, you are of my CLAN! Your parents where my family, we are all together in this boy. By blood, we are orcs. And you must pay for your crime. Honour us all."
My Punishment was light, but again, wise. i was enlisted, sent directly to a friend of Thrall, an elderly quatermaster by the name of StormBlade Bat'osk.
He was cruel, exercises day and night, constant drills. I cursed him with every breath. But My body became a machine, muscles reacted in memory, pain became a distant memory.
I began to see Bat'osk was a great mentor. during meals, practice and camp side nights he talk of battles before, tactics, movements, the strikes that saved his life and those that nearly ended him.
One night I could not sleep, I was near marturity. My life was ahead of me. I then saw for the first time Bat'osk morning routine. He woke when the sun rose, sharpened his blades, groomed himself to perfection, practiced for one hour, had his meal. As he moved towards where I lay i saw I was awake.
"Take pride in yourself, in your appearance, your actions and your words, strive to reach perfection, if your lucky, you never will. that is what it means to be an warrior, an Orc."
He left me with no name other than that i was given at birth. I will earn one.
I wake at the dawn, I treat my weapons, I clean and groom myself, I practice my lessons, I eat my first meal of the day. Then I strive to complete all of my tasks to the pinnacle of perfection. I speak carefully, I honour those current and before. I kill all who oppose. I am a warrior in service to my people. I am the student of StormBlade Bat'osk. I am Raghnall. Look for me on the battlefeild, I will be at the front.
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