Gor'Thrak the Bloodaxe

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Gor'Thrak the Bloodaxe

Post by Gor'Thrak Frosthowl on Fri Jan 18, 2013 10:40 am

This is a summary of his life, specific events will be written about in a more broad sense in the future.

Young Days

In a Bleeding Hollow Clan caravan headed towards the great mountain of spirits in Nagrand roughly fifty years ago Drygor Steelsong and Glorona Flameheart's first born son came to life.
They had stopped by the road so that he could be brought to life with more ease. The sun was shining bright down upon the still lush land of Draenor and the sky was clear, although the winds were silent and the heat high enough to steak an egg on the rocks. With a proud grin on his face Drygor lifted up the child, but only to recieve a punch to the nose by the small one. The others around him bursted into laughter as he looked perplexed at the tiny Orc who seemed quite content with himself, giggling.

As the first couple of years passed the little Orc under the name Gor'Thrak grew to become a little troublemaker, even for his young age. He could usually be found waving his little wooden axe around which he had recieved from his father, trying to hit about anyone that was close. The a bit older girls also seemed quite fond of him, constantly pulling him around to play games and sometimes even dress him up. Most of his toys seemed to get broken quite shortly after he recieved them though. Now he also had a younger brother who was roughly two years younger than him, who went by the name Vralg. Vralg often got pulled around by Gor'Thrak even if he couldn't walk properly yet, and then Gor'Thrak would hand him his tiny wooden axe and point at something or someone. It didn't take the victims long to figure out who it was that always put him up to it though, so Gor'Thrak often got scolded although he just responded to that with a simple hmph.

Three years later, when Gor'Thrak was at an age of five and his little brother at an age of three, the Clan had been called to attend a meeting between all the Orcish Clans. He understood little of this, but followed happily along. A while after they arrived he trotted along with the rest of the Bleeding Hollow Clan Orcs to a fancy, green looking fountain. He could see the old, big man Kilrogg drink from it and after a while he as well got to drink, a moment of joy for the small Orc. They even got to drink before the other Clans! As the others roared and cheered he as well started to jump and cheer before a strange feeling swept over him and anger rose inside.

The Corrupted Years

For the following years the Orcish race rained destruction down upon the Draenei, leaving nothing but ruins in their waste. But not only the Draenei had suffered losses, for so had the Orcs. Over and over again the young Gor'Thrak tried to convince his father to let him come along onto the battlefield, but the answer was always no. "There shall come a time when you can take up the axe and fight for the glory of your people, but that time is not now. You are still much too young."

As time passed and more battles were fought more and more fell to the tides of war, and as a result his anger and hate towards the Draenic race constantly rose. He spent more time with his axe now than ever before, always training and leaving less time over for his friends and family. Often he got into fights with the other Orcs as he was quick to react harshly at anything remotely offensive. When his father could find time for it he helped him train with sessions that lasted from dawn until sunset, only ever taking breaks to set up new dummies that were to be broken.

One day he awoke to the drums of war, and got up in a rush to grab his axe and get out of the tent that he had been resting in. As he looked around he saw tents burning, blood colouring the ground red and corpses piling up. A group of Draenei had prepared a counter attack to give their families and friends some cover to escape from their village which was under siege by a part of the Bleeding Hollow Clan. The ten years old Orc charged out and in a frenzied rage leapt onto the first Draenei that he saw, crashing into his chest with force so that he fell and became vulnerable to the axe which was soon enough tearing him up, causing blood and gore to sprout everywhere. After having killed the Draenei and mutilated the corpse some more his eyes shot about, looking for a new opponent. But in the distance he could see his mother standing alone against seven Draenei led by a Vindicator. In fear of his mother's life he began charging towards them, but got knocked to the ground by his father. "I'll help your mother, go get your brother!"

He found his younger brother cornered by a large Draenei and roared in anger, sprinting forth to aid him. Many blows were exchanged and the three fought for a good while. Being older and more developed the Draenei held a clear advantage, and several times knocked either of the young Orcs down, but by covering up for eachother and working together they did it. A slash to break the Draenei's foot and an axe to the forehead to settle it all.

The battle was calming and the Draenei slain, but many had died, both young and old. The two brothers made their way through the camp, but on their way there they saw two faces in the pile of corpses, just where he had left them. Their parents were dead.

Invasion coming soon


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Gor'Thrak Frosthowl

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Re: Gor'Thrak the Bloodaxe

Post by Gor'Thrak Frosthowl on Tue Jan 22, 2013 5:57 am

Added 'The Corrupted Years'.

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