((This is my first RP story, and i wanted it to shine a little light on Nahkona’s backstory. I hope you enjoy the read and I would love some feedback! And hopefully we can get more horde RPing again.))
A giant black Highmountain Tauren with red tribal markings on his face and body sat at the end of the bar scribbling down some words here & there as he slammed down his stein of ale one after another. With every drink he finished he followed by slamming the stein down with force to grasp the bartenders attention. Anger grew from the other patrons as the Tauren slammed down the empty stein over and over gaining more forcefulness with every drink consumed. “Enough!” Echoes through the small run down bar as an orc jumps out of his chair. All the chatting had abruptly came to a halt as the orc approached the Tauren. “Can I help you?” Scoffed the Tauren. The orc looked in shock as he quickly growled “Slam it again and see what happens!” The Tauren turns back to the bar and slowly drinks from his stein as the tension in the room thickens and slightly smirks while pulling the stein from his mouth. Quickly and forcefully he slammed down the stein and raised it back up and launched it at the orc hitting him in the face, falling back into other guests which rapidly started a brawl within the bar. Punches and mugs both thrown from one side of the bar to the other. A group of orcs soon gang up on the giant Tauren and managed to thrown him out of the bar onto his face a few feet outside the door, where he laid for a few hours until he sobered up. Inside on the bar laid his journal still open and in mid sentence.
Inside the cover wrote “Stormcaller Nahkona Bloodtotem” with a small illustration of a Bloodtotem tribe totem underneath the inscription.
The journal open to page 215 Entry 164 it read:
To this day leaving the tribe has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done… defeating the the Warmonger was nothing compared to the agony I continue to go through everyday knowing my family and friends are gone. I believe there are more of us who didn’t accept Torok’s so called “gift” of the felblood, and yet I have still not meet anyone who followed in my footsteps in finding refuge in Thunder Totem.
Since departing Thunder Totem and going nomadic the only enjoyment I seem to find is the ambushing of alliance caravans for supplies that pass through contested territories. And occasionally starting brawls in random run down bars. I live for the fight, the aggression, it reminds me of home back in the Bloodtotem tribe. The weak were frowned upon and the strong were revered. The others soon learned that I was as strong as earth, as quick as wind and as explosive of fire. Hmm Fire… my favorite of all elements… the lighting created by the fire spirit is nothing to take lightly, it doesn’t apologize for its destruction which I admire.
Sentinel seems to be flying a little better now that it has been a few weeks since his wing has healed. Many wouldn’t have the patients to heal a wounded owl back to good health, but the earth mother has granted me a friend for my travels which brings me comfort.
I heard news of a tribe of Tauren around here who may offer me a place in this world again. Redwood tribe. I only hope they understand-