Char Name: Komarod
Class: Shaman
Faction: Horde
Guild:
Previous Servers: Silvermoon, Sylvanas
About: Hello everyone, I am a 15year long subscriber to the game, having been playing since pretty much the beginning and now we’re back (shorta) to it. Spent most of vanilla on Silvermoon as a belt warrior called Greenfury and a Taure shaman called Beeftekis. Both chars at rank 11 since I mostly pvped which is my main goal for this time around as well.
Now for a little backstory for Komarod, and since this is an RP server I have made it a bit “immersive”, hope you enjoy and see you on the battlefields!
There was once an Orc Warrior, veteran of the second war, who after the haze and rage of the blood curse settled fell into a deep depression for his actions on draenor and azeroth and started wasting away indulging in drinking insurmountable quantities of firewater, smoking piles of sea-weed and snorting vanishing powder just to forget, just to silence the voices in his head.
After years of abusing said substances, something changed in his heart… For the first time he felt peace, and the voices where silent.
He crawled out of the cave he called home for so many years, all pale and weak, and he heard “Come!”
He was startled! The madness was coming back… He stopped, “No!” That was not one of the voices that tormented him for so long… This one was new, calm, strong!
He followed the voice. For days without food, water but still he didn’t feel any thirst nor hunger. For days without any weapons or armor, those have rusted and wasted away all this time in that dump cave he called home. He marched on, with but a cloak on his back and a stick in his arms, he marched on…
After many days, weeks maybe, or months, he reached the top of a small hill.
There he found a small pond. He just stood there, a light breeze on his back, the sweet warmth of the sun on his skin.
“Come!” said the voice again, “Come and see!”
He took two steps closer to the pond, “COME AND SEE!” this time louder. He didn’t feel threatened though.
Two more steps and he could see his reflection, the strong proud warrior he once was didn’t resemble at all what he was seeing in the water. He was but a shadow of his former self, a weak, torn shell.
The breeze in his back suddenly turn into a strong wind, and he heard a new voice “DO YOU SEE NOW!?”
This new voice had an authority, a push, just like the wind now all around him.
“PATHETIC!” another voice yelled just as his skin started to warm up, more and more as if he was going to burn!
He dropped on his knees, “UNWORTHY!” a fourth voice called out at him just as the very earth he has fallen on started to tremble and roar!
His eyes filled with tears, the desperation he felt back in the cave once again enveloped him… “What is this?” he thought to himself, “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?” he yelled! “TAKE ME! TAKE WHAT’S LEFT OF ME AND BE DONE WITH IT!” “END THIS SUFFERING!”
“Come…” said the first voice. He looked back up at his reflection in the pond.
“Come…” the water started to shake and his reflection… his reflection… It was changing…
“Come…” He mustered all the strength he could while the earth was getting a better hold on him…
“Come…” Tooth and claw, fighting, fighting to get free, fighting for the first time in a long time…
“Come…” He managed to break one arm free…
“Come…” Then another…
“Come…” He started crawling towards the small body of water, the wind still raging, the sun still burning, the earth still pulling him down…
“Come… Drink” He reached the small body of water and with both hands started to drink…
“Come…” Every sip he took he felt stronger, his mind clearer… It was… It was healing him…
“NO!” yelled the other three voices…
“CAN’T YOU SEE HE IS STILL ON HIS KNEES?!” “PATHETIC!” “UNWORTHY!”
“IF THIS IS ALL HE CAN DO EVEN WITH YOUR BLESSING!?” “PATHETIC!” “UNWORTHY!”
“STAND!” the voice commanded him, “STAND AND SHOW ME!” -“SHOW US!” -“SHOW US!” -“SHOW US!”
He was calm now, his body felt strong, so strong after all this time. His mighty heart pumping blood, faster, stronger! He clenched his first and struck at the earth.
“ENOUGH!” he yelled! With a mighty roar he broke his earthen shackles and stood on one knee! The wind now almost a tornado whipping him mercilessly! “ENOUGH!” he yelled again and stood up on both his feet! The sun burning even more than before.
“ENOUGH!” He yelled for the third time and everything stopped…
“Come…” said the voice again…
He turned around and looked at his reflection… He was different, healed, his once broken and weathered body once again full of life!
“Do you see now?” The voice asked…
“Do you understand now?” He nodded as his eyes crackled with lighting…
“Show us!” replied the voices in unison…
That very moment a Night Elven rogue jumped out of nowhere and ambushed him. “AN ELF!? HERE!?” He thought as his body tensed, readying for combat… It has been so long!
With a swift move he dodged and pushed her away, he remembered his training, his many battles. He grabbed that wooden branch he used as a walking stick on his way there, completely calm, he looked at the rogue and said “Come!” with a smirk on his mouth.
The Night Elf lunged at him, daggers in both hands! He parried with ease and as he took a step forward firmly planted his feet to the ground.
“Use us!” the voices called! The rogue turned swiftly to strike again only to face the orcs firs! The strike was so ferocious that even he was taken aback by the force. “So this is the strength of earth?” and smiled.
The Elfs mask was broken, she tore what was left of it as she stood up and spit blood on the ground and in a blink of eye she vanished!
“Use us!” The voices called again! The orc planted his stick to the ground, “As long as there is fire in your heart, you can use it to burn your enemies!”, he focused his mind “I see now, I can feel it” and with a thundering roar a wave of fire blew out in a circle around him and catching the rogues cloak on fire forcing her to break her stealth!
“Use us!” The voices called a third time! The orc picked up his “weapon” once again and charged the elf. Running towards his enemy with a piece of wood in hand he thought “I must be crazy” and while she was busy removing the charred cloak he striked! He was expecting to just piss her off but the rogue was blown away by the force of his attack…
The rogue fell lifeless to the ground, her pudded armor torn in many places…
He stopped… “How is this possible?” He thought to himself and one of the voices replied “Do NOT underestimate the fury of the wind!”
“Do you see now?” “Strong!” “Worthy!”
“Do you see now?.. Shaman!”
“Go to him…”
He nodded… He understood now… He was given a second chance… The stories from the homeworld… The seers who communed with the elements… Before they turned into those… ‘things’… He did not know why he was chosen, he only knew he was given a second chance, and with that renewed purpose…
He looked around “Hmmmff, The Barrens… I see now”
He started walking down the hill, “Heh, it’s a long way to Orgrimmar… But I am sure a certain ‘someone’ has already been notified of my return” he thought as he smiled…
. Now I hope to focus on the RP side of things and try to have only in character interactions whenever possible.
But, since he was taking a break anyway, I thought why not play there. And never regretted it.
Forsaken/Horde