I am on a snow day so I guess I am looking for things to do and excuses not to work on this paper. Back in the day, we used to have to tell our tales before we joined the tribe. I thought some of the newer members might enjoy this.
Funny thing is that Oryx carries the water to this day,
And Zlinka is still pretty good at creeping and hiding
Jabadue aka Boot
____________________________________________________________________________________
I am Oryx, a Tauren Shaman, formerly a Dawn Knight of the Moon
Ascendant, and a Grunt (formerly Sergeant) of the Horde.
I was born in the plains of Mulgore, to a family of hunters. Unlike
my brother Ibex, who was strong and dark, I was a pale calf, with red
eyes that were dazzled by the light of Mulgore and could scarcely make
out the distant, blurred forms of the kodo and plainstrider. The elders
thought that I would be good for nothing but hauling water to Camp
Narache, and for some time, that was my lot.
One day, however, as I looked into the cool depths of the well, I
realized that I could see something below and within the water -- a
vibrant, living power within the earth that was more essential and
vital than its simple substance. Once I learned to see the power
within the earth, my senses were transformed: Mulgore's hills were
suffused with visible life and the health of the earth; the wind was a
whispering muse, telling me tales of far-off jungles and deserts; and
the campfire challenged me to capture, for just an instant, its
flickering, intangible essence.
My studies as a Shaman progressed rapidly, and soon I was skilled
with
the Four Totems. I learned that my vision could reveal where the power
of the Earthmother grows in the rare herbs that are her gift to us, and
that I could release this power by combining these reagents. I grew
eventually to become a master of these crafts, learning to transmute
base metals and even to rework the very Essences of air, water, and
fire. I have also learned the humbler alchemy of the campfire and
kettle, and may now concoct the choicest dishes for my comrades.
When I left the sheltering valley of Mulgore and set off to explore
the Two Continents. I learned of the many corruptions that poison our
world -- demonic influence, the pestilential Scourge, the ancient
Qiraji, and the twisted influence of the Old Gods. I nearly always
travel with my good troll friend, Zlinka, who took the place of my
brother Ibex when he retired to Camp Narache to raise an orphan Tauren
girl that we discovered in Stonetalon. I met many brave companions,
including Tribeswoman Brannora and Tribesman Azoz, who became good
friends. When I met other Tribespeople, I was impressed by their grace
and skill.
I joined the Moon Ascendant, rising to become a Dawn Knight in time,
and faced many foes with them. We fought and defeated Lord Venoxis in
Zul'gurub, and even entered the Molten Core to challenge Lucifron --
though ultimately this last challenge was too mighty for us. I have
defeated Rend's lieutenants in Blackrock Spire, and am now charged with
bringing the head of the false Warchief to Thrall.
As I age, I have found that one's companions are the true treasure of
Azeroth, no matter whether one is fighting the strongest foes or simply
gathering herbs. I find myself wanting to join a group that has both
mighty members, seeking to defend Azeroth from new threats, and younger
members to whom I might teach some of what I have learned. From my
interactions with the Tribe, I feel that I may find some of what I seek
here, and I humbly ask your welcome.
Your Code of Conduct seems both wise and fair, and I agree to be
bound
by it.
---
My name is Zlinka, and I am a rogue, former Dawn Knight of Moon
Ascendant, and Scout of the Horde. I was born to the Darkspear Tribe
on Echo Isles, and spent my girlhood playing on the golden beaches and
swimming in the turquoise water near my parents' hut. I was tiny and
discrete for my age, and I became adept at creeping and hiding and
flitting around our little village without being noticed.
That childhood came to an end when I was only eight years old, when the
human fleet of Kul Tiras attacked my island home. We were overwhelmed
by the humans leaping from ships, shooting and slashing and burning as
they charged among us. My tribe fought bravely with sword and spear
and staff, and I helped a little by hiding in the vegetation and
slashing at the humans' hamstrings with my toy daggers as they stormed
past me. But despite our courage we were driven back, back, back and
into the sea. I looked back as I swam away, and burned into my memory
is the sight of my home village blazing with fire, orange smoke rising
into the night sky.
The humans were manning their boats to follow and slaughter us, when
two great spirit wyverns stooped on them from the sky. I heard the
tearing of the air as the wyverns dove on the ships. Their claws tore
and slashed at the canvas sails, the wyverns' screams drowning the
frightened cries of the humans. Thus Rexxar and Rokhan, followed by a
score of batriders, covered our retreat. Guarded by the Sea King, and
following signal beacons Rexxar had lit for us, we headed toward safety
on the mainland. I swam far into the night, paddling in black water
dotted with the charred debris of my home.
We resettled at our landing point on the coast of Durotar. I helped my
family build our hut in the new settlement of Sen'Jin Village. I
helped drag wood up from the beach, blackened logs that had washed
ashore from our old village. I helped cut new wood too, by running
lightly up the trunks of the palm trees and cutting off the fronds
before the tree was felled. I held the nails for my father as he built
our hut, and helped weave the palm fronds to make our sleeping
hammocks.
As I grew up in Sen'jin village my mother took me under her wing and
taught me the the subtlety, quickness, and lethality needed to become a
rogue. I became fascinated with metals of all kinds, and dreamed of
one day forging my own weapons, so I became a miner and blacksmith, and
spent many happy afternoons hunting for copper veins in the red hills
of Durotar. All my experiments with glowing-hot metals and anvils led
to a lot of burns and cuts, so I became adept at first aid as well. I
recently became a weaponsmith and master axesmith, and scoured the
jungle of Terror Run in Un'Goro crater to find the thorium ore and
arcane crystals needed to forge my Heartseeker dagger.
When I grew up I left my village and traveled to our great capital,
Orgrimmar, to offer my services to our Warchief, Thrall. I traveled
far and wide in his service, from Ashenvale to Tanaris, from Silithus
to Azshara. I have faced many trials in my service to the Horde. The
greatest trial I ever faced alone was when I was only 30-odd seasons
old, and had been commissioned to collect one crocolisk skin from a
savage, ancient crocolisk north of Grom'gol, fully two seasons older
than myself. Our battle was ferocious. I came only a few seconds from
death, but before the crocolisk could deal his killing blow, I dealt
him mine. I sagged onto his body to bandage my wounds, and felt more
proud of my abilities than I ever had before. I have faced many
greater challenges in groups as well. I helped to fight and defeat
Venoxis in the ancient capital city of my people, Zul'Gurub. I have
been into the suffocating, molten depths below Blackrock spire to
confront Lucifron, though we were unable to pull him down.
I made many friends in my journeys, including Oryx and his twin brother
Ibex, and their little ward Luna. I met Tribesman Azoz and Tribeswoman
Brannora early in my adulthood, and we fought side by side in more
battles than I can count. I consider them among my closest friends in
Azeroth. I joined the guild Moon Ascendant early in life, and made a
wonderful home there. I am sad to leave them, but many of my old
friends have left, and there are not enough of them left to band
together regularly to defeat the greater challenges this world has to
offer.
Though I am adept at fighting alone, my happiest times in Azeroth are
when I fight in good company. I like being a part of a friendly,
skilled, articulate and mature team of fighters. My current goals are
join such a group, and go further together than I have been able to go
in the past. I am currently charged by Thrall to defeat the false
warchief, Rend Blackhand, in Upper Blackrock Spire. I am eager to defy
the great world dragons, and one day, to confront Onyxia herself. Both
Azoz and Brannora speak warmly of Ironsong, and I think I might find
the company I seek here with you. I humbly offer my daggers in the
service of the Tribe.
I have visited the message totems of Ironsong many times, and I like
what I see. I have read and considered the code of conduct carefully,
and I agree to abide by its rules.
*The message is carved with meticulous care into a piece of bark and
pegged to a totem*
Funny thing is that Oryx carries the water to this day,
And Zlinka is still pretty good at creeping and hiding
Jabadue aka Boot
____________________________________________________________________________________
I am Oryx, a Tauren Shaman, formerly a Dawn Knight of the Moon
Ascendant, and a Grunt (formerly Sergeant) of the Horde.
I was born in the plains of Mulgore, to a family of hunters. Unlike
my brother Ibex, who was strong and dark, I was a pale calf, with red
eyes that were dazzled by the light of Mulgore and could scarcely make
out the distant, blurred forms of the kodo and plainstrider. The elders
thought that I would be good for nothing but hauling water to Camp
Narache, and for some time, that was my lot.
One day, however, as I looked into the cool depths of the well, I
realized that I could see something below and within the water -- a
vibrant, living power within the earth that was more essential and
vital than its simple substance. Once I learned to see the power
within the earth, my senses were transformed: Mulgore's hills were
suffused with visible life and the health of the earth; the wind was a
whispering muse, telling me tales of far-off jungles and deserts; and
the campfire challenged me to capture, for just an instant, its
flickering, intangible essence.
My studies as a Shaman progressed rapidly, and soon I was skilled
with
the Four Totems. I learned that my vision could reveal where the power
of the Earthmother grows in the rare herbs that are her gift to us, and
that I could release this power by combining these reagents. I grew
eventually to become a master of these crafts, learning to transmute
base metals and even to rework the very Essences of air, water, and
fire. I have also learned the humbler alchemy of the campfire and
kettle, and may now concoct the choicest dishes for my comrades.
When I left the sheltering valley of Mulgore and set off to explore
the Two Continents. I learned of the many corruptions that poison our
world -- demonic influence, the pestilential Scourge, the ancient
Qiraji, and the twisted influence of the Old Gods. I nearly always
travel with my good troll friend, Zlinka, who took the place of my
brother Ibex when he retired to Camp Narache to raise an orphan Tauren
girl that we discovered in Stonetalon. I met many brave companions,
including Tribeswoman Brannora and Tribesman Azoz, who became good
friends. When I met other Tribespeople, I was impressed by their grace
and skill.
I joined the Moon Ascendant, rising to become a Dawn Knight in time,
and faced many foes with them. We fought and defeated Lord Venoxis in
Zul'gurub, and even entered the Molten Core to challenge Lucifron --
though ultimately this last challenge was too mighty for us. I have
defeated Rend's lieutenants in Blackrock Spire, and am now charged with
bringing the head of the false Warchief to Thrall.
As I age, I have found that one's companions are the true treasure of
Azeroth, no matter whether one is fighting the strongest foes or simply
gathering herbs. I find myself wanting to join a group that has both
mighty members, seeking to defend Azeroth from new threats, and younger
members to whom I might teach some of what I have learned. From my
interactions with the Tribe, I feel that I may find some of what I seek
here, and I humbly ask your welcome.
Your Code of Conduct seems both wise and fair, and I agree to be
bound
by it.
---
My name is Zlinka, and I am a rogue, former Dawn Knight of Moon
Ascendant, and Scout of the Horde. I was born to the Darkspear Tribe
on Echo Isles, and spent my girlhood playing on the golden beaches and
swimming in the turquoise water near my parents' hut. I was tiny and
discrete for my age, and I became adept at creeping and hiding and
flitting around our little village without being noticed.
That childhood came to an end when I was only eight years old, when the
human fleet of Kul Tiras attacked my island home. We were overwhelmed
by the humans leaping from ships, shooting and slashing and burning as
they charged among us. My tribe fought bravely with sword and spear
and staff, and I helped a little by hiding in the vegetation and
slashing at the humans' hamstrings with my toy daggers as they stormed
past me. But despite our courage we were driven back, back, back and
into the sea. I looked back as I swam away, and burned into my memory
is the sight of my home village blazing with fire, orange smoke rising
into the night sky.
The humans were manning their boats to follow and slaughter us, when
two great spirit wyverns stooped on them from the sky. I heard the
tearing of the air as the wyverns dove on the ships. Their claws tore
and slashed at the canvas sails, the wyverns' screams drowning the
frightened cries of the humans. Thus Rexxar and Rokhan, followed by a
score of batriders, covered our retreat. Guarded by the Sea King, and
following signal beacons Rexxar had lit for us, we headed toward safety
on the mainland. I swam far into the night, paddling in black water
dotted with the charred debris of my home.
We resettled at our landing point on the coast of Durotar. I helped my
family build our hut in the new settlement of Sen'Jin Village. I
helped drag wood up from the beach, blackened logs that had washed
ashore from our old village. I helped cut new wood too, by running
lightly up the trunks of the palm trees and cutting off the fronds
before the tree was felled. I held the nails for my father as he built
our hut, and helped weave the palm fronds to make our sleeping
hammocks.
As I grew up in Sen'jin village my mother took me under her wing and
taught me the the subtlety, quickness, and lethality needed to become a
rogue. I became fascinated with metals of all kinds, and dreamed of
one day forging my own weapons, so I became a miner and blacksmith, and
spent many happy afternoons hunting for copper veins in the red hills
of Durotar. All my experiments with glowing-hot metals and anvils led
to a lot of burns and cuts, so I became adept at first aid as well. I
recently became a weaponsmith and master axesmith, and scoured the
jungle of Terror Run in Un'Goro crater to find the thorium ore and
arcane crystals needed to forge my Heartseeker dagger.
When I grew up I left my village and traveled to our great capital,
Orgrimmar, to offer my services to our Warchief, Thrall. I traveled
far and wide in his service, from Ashenvale to Tanaris, from Silithus
to Azshara. I have faced many trials in my service to the Horde. The
greatest trial I ever faced alone was when I was only 30-odd seasons
old, and had been commissioned to collect one crocolisk skin from a
savage, ancient crocolisk north of Grom'gol, fully two seasons older
than myself. Our battle was ferocious. I came only a few seconds from
death, but before the crocolisk could deal his killing blow, I dealt
him mine. I sagged onto his body to bandage my wounds, and felt more
proud of my abilities than I ever had before. I have faced many
greater challenges in groups as well. I helped to fight and defeat
Venoxis in the ancient capital city of my people, Zul'Gurub. I have
been into the suffocating, molten depths below Blackrock spire to
confront Lucifron, though we were unable to pull him down.
I made many friends in my journeys, including Oryx and his twin brother
Ibex, and their little ward Luna. I met Tribesman Azoz and Tribeswoman
Brannora early in my adulthood, and we fought side by side in more
battles than I can count. I consider them among my closest friends in
Azeroth. I joined the guild Moon Ascendant early in life, and made a
wonderful home there. I am sad to leave them, but many of my old
friends have left, and there are not enough of them left to band
together regularly to defeat the greater challenges this world has to
offer.
Though I am adept at fighting alone, my happiest times in Azeroth are
when I fight in good company. I like being a part of a friendly,
skilled, articulate and mature team of fighters. My current goals are
join such a group, and go further together than I have been able to go
in the past. I am currently charged by Thrall to defeat the false
warchief, Rend Blackhand, in Upper Blackrock Spire. I am eager to defy
the great world dragons, and one day, to confront Onyxia herself. Both
Azoz and Brannora speak warmly of Ironsong, and I think I might find
the company I seek here with you. I humbly offer my daggers in the
service of the Tribe.
I have visited the message totems of Ironsong many times, and I like
what I see. I have read and considered the code of conduct carefully,
and I agree to abide by its rules.
*The message is carved with meticulous care into a piece of bark and
pegged to a totem*
Have Mana Tide, Will Travel
