tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340234562012-02-16T12:35:54.866-05:00A World of Warcraft roleplaying character of the Earthen Ring realm<br /> Tauren Hunter<br /> Horde Outrider<br /> Wayfarer's Guide<br /> Advocate of the Tears of Draenorjwest23noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34023456.post-50597672135458291942008-06-24T00:35:00.001-04:002008-06-24T00:37:13.327-04:00

Thunder Bluff was all but deserted as the late night moon shined down on the sleeping lodges. A Bluffwatcher would make his way down the traveled paths of the mesas, dutifully keeping an eye out for hostile intruders, but otherwise no one stirred. No one except two Shu'halo silhouettes making their way silently to Elder Rise. The pair stalked across the long swinging bridge. With a squeeze of

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Mograg smiled widely as they crossed the ridge. With his free hand, he pointed into the distance. He squeezed Milanna's hand lovingly. "There it is, Nayeli." His tail started to move a little faster than usual. Pride and excitement welled up in him. He knew she would soon see the fruits of his weeks of hard labor. He looked over at her and grinned, anticipating her reaction. Milanna

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"I still don't get it! Why are you doing that the hard way instead of using the mine? I could talk to them for ya, you know!" Twizwick Sprocketgrind, the chief engineer for the Venture Company encampment shook his head, grinning as he watched Mograg. The bull bellowed, "Pride!" His muscles strained as he pulled at the rope, walking away from the side of the cliff. The heavy load at the

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The breeze came down the shore of Lake Elune'ara. Mograg caught the scent of the dark elf before he saw his approach. The green-haired elf was dour. His expression conveyed grief, his posture was of one broken. His appearance was well kept, but decidedly of earthen tones. If it were not for the dim glow of yellow eyes or the long ears, he might be mistaken for a short tree. The elf barely

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Before midday Mograg convinced himself that continuing to search the island of tallstriders would yield no better result. With a heavy heart he took wing once more, leaving behind him the last hope he held for finding Slyvos.He passed over the wastelands and ruins. He passed through Terokkar Forest. He flew into Shattrath City. He tarried there long enough to make two purchases, one from the

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The first search, made while still heavily influenced by drink, yielded nothing. The largest of plainstriders, the tallstriders, were apparent to him even through his blurred vision. His windrider had set down among them, a fair enough distance that he only aroused their suspicion without tempting their attack. It was the sense of self-preservation of the windrider that brought him to such a

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Bourbon. Dakormaar had offered Mograg some earlier that evening. He had accepted it, and the taste had not left his mouth since. When the last of the gathering finally parted and Mograg was left on his own, the taste still tugged at his mind. Resolutely, he made his way to Stonebreaker after procuring all the alcohol he would need.He emptied the small keg. The pink elekk seemed to smile to Mograg

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From his perch in the ruins of Lordaeron, Mograg watched. A footbridge crossed the river of green. It was this place he hoped to find the one he sought. Many would come here, during the celebration of the undead. He had a good view of the ruins. Should his quarry pass through, he would see it.This place made him uneasy. It was a dead place, and haunted. He had never seen it previous to its

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The great, armored raptor beneath him sounded his complaint. The bull had been still too long, and the raptor was understandably tired of holding him aloft. "Easy, Tohopka," he spoked to it in hushed Taurahe, "You go hunt pigs, but don't stray too far from my sight, mmm?"He patted the raptor on its side before hopping down to the ground. It strode off into the distance as the bull took one knee.

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Mograg still had not told Winatsha of the voice before they broke camp that morning and went their separate ways. A night's sleep had put the matter largely out of his mind. Other needs took precedent over somewhat clouded memories of the previous day. She was to spend the day on several tasks. Mograg prepared himself for the day's fight. Ogres that day, for the orcs of Garadar, and their war

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Act your age, bull. This is hers. It would be no more right of you to take control of the situation than it was of them to do so. It is not your place. She is smart. She will do as the spirits guide her. It is not your place, though most of them are your clan.Mograg frowned as he continued to watch and listen to Winatsha's gathering be trampled by so many who talk over everyone else. He felt

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Without opening his eyes, Mograg put his hand on Gunnar's muzzle and gently pushed the cold nose away. "You know, Hollowgut, if you'd hunt for yourself you wouldn't need to wake me up just to feed you." The wolf whined more insistently, pushing back against Mograg's hand. "Fine, fine..."The shamaness at his side stirred only briefly as he eased his way free of her, careful as he could be to not

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The orange glow of embers drifting upward against a dark sky and the smells of charring flesh over burning fire are the only evidence that Mograg has returned to camp. Climbing up the hillside to the plateau that has become a new home, the bull can be seen roasting small game. None of his usual entourage are immediately visible. Both the black dragonling and his long-time wolf companion Gunnar

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By the third time Mograg passed the mailbox, it occurred to him he had not checked for anything new in almost a week. His chance encounter with Kormok on the Bluff was the last he had spent real time in any city in days. He had made two stops in Orgrimmar since, but they were brief, mostly for repairs and provisions. He had not made the decision to go into the wild, really, but it is to where

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The last of the sun's light had fallen away from Thunder Bluff. The Bluff always felt calmer in the evening to Mograg. Few slept at this early hour, but most were out on the hunt, leaving vendors and auction houses idle. Mograg took a piece of leftover Hallow's End candy from a pouch. His body took on the shape of a large bat. He had seen the type before on his journeys across the water in

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The sun creeps through the doorway that leads out to the balcony, making its way slowly toward the bed on which Milanna and Mograg lie. His arms are wrapped around her, holding her against his bare chest. She nuzzles into him as she sleeps. Both have a content expression on their face, comfortable in their love's embrace. She'd grown used to the bull's snoring. This morning, though, he was

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"Do you see it yet, my little one? All of life is a circle. Watch the world and know it for yourself. See where the land meets the sky, little one. All around you is a circle. The sun forever chases the moon across the sky, as the Earthmother gently turns the land so she may look upon it and see its goodness. The seasons follow a circle. Life and death itself is a circle, little one. What

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