10-20-2007, 04:39 PM
"Now, my unknown friends, know this. I come to you with no mighty background. I have fought no great battles, nor have I slain demons or dragons. I am but a humble hunter of the Darkspear tribe, looking for a home. I left my previous home of Sen'jin Village 5 years ago. I was raised by my parents, Zuriah, my fisherman father, and Ikutalmi, my mother. I learned to use a bow at a young age, and by 10, I was hunting the Tigers near the Echo Isles. I was happy there, but as I grew older, I began to feel a yearning to leave, to go search the world, get outside of the arid coastlines of Durotar. I grew wily, cocky even of my abilities, until one day I got into an argument with our leader. When it got to the peak, I struck him across the face with the blunt side of my axe. As my thought returned to me, I knew then what I had done. He got up, a disgusted look in his eyes, a scratch dripping blood on his cheek, already regenerating. I ran out of the tent, dashed past some awed spectators, into my home, grabbed my bow, arrows, and axe, and darted out of the door, only to be met by two spears pointed to my head. I was led to the tent of Gadrin. A trial was held, and to my dismay, I was sentenced to be banished for dishonering the tribe. I began to wander aimlessly after that. Then, once, while crossing the border between Durotar and The Barrens, I overheard two orcs talking about the Ironsong Clan. I instantly became interested, and after some research, found a way to contact you. As I have said, I have no mighty background. Only a mistake I can never take back. My problems are not yours, I only seek friends, and at least, a home.
Signed,
Tazilu"
((Ok, a little about me. Just to tell you, I'm new to Roleplaying both on Silver Hand, and Inside of World of Warcraft. I just really wantd to join your guild.
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Signed,
Tazilu"
((Ok, a little about me. Just to tell you, I'm new to Roleplaying both on Silver Hand, and Inside of World of Warcraft. I just really wantd to join your guild.
