Post by Pseunora on Dec 29, 2010 17:38:22 GMT -5
((Well, this would be the second of my history posts for the day as I continue the scrape the rust off. Enjoy! ))
Born in the final days of the internment camps, the Orc named Ulendris was subjected only briefly to the malaise that had befallen the rest of her race. With her parents falling in the final escape from the camps, she was raised by her grandfather, who used to tell her stories of how things had not always been this way. Stories of their former home of Draenor, of the two great wars fought in Lordaeron. He had been a great warrior, a veteran, and taught the young lady Orc how to fight. Although not quite old enough to partake in the events of the third war and it's aftermath, Ulendris did manage to enrolled herself into the military of the horde as a lowly grunt after the founding of Orgrimmar.
She honed her skills over a number of years, proving to be quite the capable fighter, dreaming of one day making the ranks of the Kork'ron, if prone to bouts of strong emotion, especially anger. After a particularly violent tavern brawl involving another orc's unwelcome amorous advances, her grandfather took her to one side and admonished her, telling her of the terrible times that their race had given in to their anger and blood-lust whilst back on Draenor, as well as the atrocities committed whilst under the influence of the demonic forces that drove them. She listened and took it in, understanding the lesson he was trying to teach her. She resolved to keep her temper in check, and although she was only partially successful, she still rose to the rank of sergeant.
With her own squad to command, Ulendris managed to distinguish herself countless times in a myriad of skirmishes and raids, which was why, when the drums of war beat far to the south, she and her squad were selected to be part of the Horde contingent sent to assist in the Second War of the shifting sands. Preperations and stockpiles took weeks, as the Alliance and Horde mobilised forces to join the Cenarion Circle in far Silithus. Although a little uneasy to be fighting beside those she had so often fought against, there was a shared respect present, and her hopes of victory were bolstered when she learned that the renowned High Warlord Saurfang himself would be leading the forces there.
As it would turn out, the preparation would have been more useful if the full extent of what they were going up against had been known.
When the ground erupted, spewing the large crystals as far as Tanaris, the battle was joined. The creatures that strode forth from the once sealed city of Ahn'Qiraj were truly different to behold: giant statues with the strength of mountains, legions of insectoid warriors lead by the enourmous general, whom continued to taunt the assembled allied forces as they were torn into. When a stray bolt of magical lightning struck one of here squad members down early on in the battle, Ulendris led a rage-fuelled charge on the enormous anubisath creation responsible, not noticing until she reached the creature that the rest of her squad lay dead in her wake. As the realisation dawned on her, the stone monster effortlessly backhanded the tiny orcess away. She crashed to the ground, alive but unconscious, and remained that way for the rest of the day-long battle.
Although technically a veteran of said battle, and no one else who could have witnessed what befell her survived the day, Ulendris was rather inconsolable. She left the military to become an adventurer, resolving that she was not going to be just another stereotypically stupid, rage filled Orc. Her first step on this route, was to take up Engineering; after all, you had to be pretty clever to understand engineering and explosives. She took to it pretty well, and to this day holds her abilities in such in pretty high regard.
As the events surrounding the re-opening of the dark portal took shape, the biggest surprise for the young orcess was the signing of the Blood Elves to the horde side. This left something of a bad taste in her mouth, as she could easily spot the opportunistic nature of the alliance. Her general experience of the Alliance had shown them to be rather honourable, and immediately distrusted any people who had been tossed out so completely. She wondered what they had done. She also wondered if they deserved it.
As news began to filter back through the portal of events unfolding in Outland, Ulendris saw much of opportunity, aswell as the stories of other orcs that had survived the sundering if Draenor. However, one thing in particular stood out. The words of her grandfather in her ears, the warnings of the generations before, she headed for Shattrath. Ulendris approached the Aldor, and down on bended knee, pledged to assist them against the Burning Legion, and expressed her hope that her actions could at least right some of the wrongs committed many years ago.
There she remained for some time, learning from the priests, who in turn helped her to finally master her temper. It was a proud day for her when she was finally allowed to don the tabard of the Aldor, a mark of their respect, and a physical sign of how far she had come. When she returned to Orgrimmar however, she was saddened to find that in her time away, her grandfather had passed away. A saddened Ulendris draped her former sergeant tabard over his grave, and vowed to return to it on the same day each year.
As the events of the Northrend campaign unfolded, the Orc warrioress followed the call of her Warchief and headed to join the Warsong Offensive. Her brief encounter there with the commander of the horde forces in Northrend, Garosh Hellscream, did not fill her with confidence; she had always admired the Warchief for his ability to keep a level head, where as Garrosh appeared to positively revel in his rage. It reminded her of whom she once had been. It reminded her of the warnings from the past. It also reminded of her of her brief encounter with the same orc in Outland several years previous, and how he had been a down, moody creature. Her meeting with the other area commanders likewise revealed them to be equally consumed by their own rage, generally ornery, and consumed with their own importance.
With the defeat of the Lich King, and the appointment of Garrosh as Warchief, Ulendris became s little disillusioned. This was no longer the Horde she had grown up in. So far, she is channeling this trying to perfect her skills with a blade, but has abandoned her aspirational dream of joining the Kork'ron. She has no desire to assist Garrosh in the repetition of their people's mistakes.
Born in the final days of the internment camps, the Orc named Ulendris was subjected only briefly to the malaise that had befallen the rest of her race. With her parents falling in the final escape from the camps, she was raised by her grandfather, who used to tell her stories of how things had not always been this way. Stories of their former home of Draenor, of the two great wars fought in Lordaeron. He had been a great warrior, a veteran, and taught the young lady Orc how to fight. Although not quite old enough to partake in the events of the third war and it's aftermath, Ulendris did manage to enrolled herself into the military of the horde as a lowly grunt after the founding of Orgrimmar.
She honed her skills over a number of years, proving to be quite the capable fighter, dreaming of one day making the ranks of the Kork'ron, if prone to bouts of strong emotion, especially anger. After a particularly violent tavern brawl involving another orc's unwelcome amorous advances, her grandfather took her to one side and admonished her, telling her of the terrible times that their race had given in to their anger and blood-lust whilst back on Draenor, as well as the atrocities committed whilst under the influence of the demonic forces that drove them. She listened and took it in, understanding the lesson he was trying to teach her. She resolved to keep her temper in check, and although she was only partially successful, she still rose to the rank of sergeant.
With her own squad to command, Ulendris managed to distinguish herself countless times in a myriad of skirmishes and raids, which was why, when the drums of war beat far to the south, she and her squad were selected to be part of the Horde contingent sent to assist in the Second War of the shifting sands. Preperations and stockpiles took weeks, as the Alliance and Horde mobilised forces to join the Cenarion Circle in far Silithus. Although a little uneasy to be fighting beside those she had so often fought against, there was a shared respect present, and her hopes of victory were bolstered when she learned that the renowned High Warlord Saurfang himself would be leading the forces there.
As it would turn out, the preparation would have been more useful if the full extent of what they were going up against had been known.
When the ground erupted, spewing the large crystals as far as Tanaris, the battle was joined. The creatures that strode forth from the once sealed city of Ahn'Qiraj were truly different to behold: giant statues with the strength of mountains, legions of insectoid warriors lead by the enourmous general, whom continued to taunt the assembled allied forces as they were torn into. When a stray bolt of magical lightning struck one of here squad members down early on in the battle, Ulendris led a rage-fuelled charge on the enormous anubisath creation responsible, not noticing until she reached the creature that the rest of her squad lay dead in her wake. As the realisation dawned on her, the stone monster effortlessly backhanded the tiny orcess away. She crashed to the ground, alive but unconscious, and remained that way for the rest of the day-long battle.
Although technically a veteran of said battle, and no one else who could have witnessed what befell her survived the day, Ulendris was rather inconsolable. She left the military to become an adventurer, resolving that she was not going to be just another stereotypically stupid, rage filled Orc. Her first step on this route, was to take up Engineering; after all, you had to be pretty clever to understand engineering and explosives. She took to it pretty well, and to this day holds her abilities in such in pretty high regard.
As the events surrounding the re-opening of the dark portal took shape, the biggest surprise for the young orcess was the signing of the Blood Elves to the horde side. This left something of a bad taste in her mouth, as she could easily spot the opportunistic nature of the alliance. Her general experience of the Alliance had shown them to be rather honourable, and immediately distrusted any people who had been tossed out so completely. She wondered what they had done. She also wondered if they deserved it.
As news began to filter back through the portal of events unfolding in Outland, Ulendris saw much of opportunity, aswell as the stories of other orcs that had survived the sundering if Draenor. However, one thing in particular stood out. The words of her grandfather in her ears, the warnings of the generations before, she headed for Shattrath. Ulendris approached the Aldor, and down on bended knee, pledged to assist them against the Burning Legion, and expressed her hope that her actions could at least right some of the wrongs committed many years ago.
There she remained for some time, learning from the priests, who in turn helped her to finally master her temper. It was a proud day for her when she was finally allowed to don the tabard of the Aldor, a mark of their respect, and a physical sign of how far she had come. When she returned to Orgrimmar however, she was saddened to find that in her time away, her grandfather had passed away. A saddened Ulendris draped her former sergeant tabard over his grave, and vowed to return to it on the same day each year.
As the events of the Northrend campaign unfolded, the Orc warrioress followed the call of her Warchief and headed to join the Warsong Offensive. Her brief encounter there with the commander of the horde forces in Northrend, Garosh Hellscream, did not fill her with confidence; she had always admired the Warchief for his ability to keep a level head, where as Garrosh appeared to positively revel in his rage. It reminded her of whom she once had been. It reminded her of the warnings from the past. It also reminded of her of her brief encounter with the same orc in Outland several years previous, and how he had been a down, moody creature. Her meeting with the other area commanders likewise revealed them to be equally consumed by their own rage, generally ornery, and consumed with their own importance.
With the defeat of the Lich King, and the appointment of Garrosh as Warchief, Ulendris became s little disillusioned. This was no longer the Horde she had grown up in. So far, she is channeling this trying to perfect her skills with a blade, but has abandoned her aspirational dream of joining the Kork'ron. She has no desire to assist Garrosh in the repetition of their people's mistakes.
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