Vladivosk
07-19-2005, 07:08 AM
Kneeling upon one of the many hills of Mulgore, Vladivosk brings his faulty past into question, only to find himself lost...
Many years ago, a few decades at most, a dishonorable deed took place in Kalimdor. Vladivostok, the Chieftain of the Whitehooves was murdered by his own son, Dronmor. At the age of seven, Dronmor was sent away to be trained by the exalted Shaman Tribe known as the Shadows of Nature. For twenty eight years Dronmor was forgotten by all but the 'Shadows'. When the Shaman hesitantly agreed to let him return to his home in Mulgore, he had found his mother pregnant and his father wounded.
A few days after returning home, he was awakened by his father, Vladivostok moaning in agony. Forcing himself to ignore the depressing moans made by his father, he reluctantly turned over and tried to reside to slumber. Unfortunately he was awakened again moments later due to the fact his own father was shuddering and mumbling some Human words.
Uneducated as he was, he believed the Humans did this to him. With his adrenaline blazing, he could hardly see straight and was stumbling slightly due to the weight of the mace he was carrying. He stepped outside hoping to find some sort of Human soldier and was disappointed to find his father bleeding instead. Rushing about to find help, he stumbled over the pail of water used to drench the Tribe fire. Smoke and steam were his only troubles. Now, looking down to see the trembling face of the once honored Vladivostok, he saw what he must do... Put him out of his misery.
The morning passed. Oddly enough, it was an average summer day in Mulgore. The wind was blowing, the nearby lake was vivid in color as it was mating season for the fish which lived inside. These special fish, the Spice fish, as the nearby Tribes enjoyed calling them, glow a neon orange, green, and sometimes blue color during this time of the year.
Mylaya awoke with a pain in her side probably due to the fact that the baby Tauren growing inside of her was growing larger. She stepped outside to find her only son weeping over her husband's corpse. She was stunned and immediately asked what happened. Dronmor looked up and saw his mother's misty eyes, turned and picked up the mace and shield he had aquired during training and ran off without taking a glance back. Mylaya then bent down and kissed her husband's cheek and began the ressurection ceramony. Unfortunately the moment was not right and it would not be until the next full moon. By that time her husband would already be in the Afterlife.
Days later Mylaya woke again, this time she was having contractions. She had not eaten or moved in days due to her depression and anxiety. Luckily, she was not the first person awake. As the Gods would have it, the person was her son's Shaman trainer. He had helped her during birth before, but this time he came unprepared...
After many hours of waiting, the Tribe outside of the Holy Tent was growing anxious and worried. The yelps and cries of Mylaya had suddenly stopped. Minutes aftwards, Manan, who is of course the Shaman trainer of Dronmor, stepped outside carrying a large baby Tauren named after the Chieftain of the Tribe, Vladivostok. Only happy moments came until the Humans showed up...
Trying to dodge various flaming arrows and chunks of ice, most Tauren were slaughtered before they could do any damage to the raiding Alliance. Shamans ressurected what they could, due to the Earthmother's ability to make the sky above her how she wanted. Of course, that night was the first full moon of the season. This allowed the defending Hunters to cover the others as they escaped into an ally territory. As the Human Mages rested, the Tauren Shaman did as well. While the Human Hunters inflamed their arrows, the Tauren reloaded. In the meantime, the Warriors took control of the fight.
A few kilometers away, the four remaining Tauren of the Whitehoof Tribe rested. Mylaya and the two Warriors known as Calor and Deshid were conversing. They were all suggesting ideas on what to do, since the nearest Tauren camp was destroyed by another Alliance raid. After hours of thought, they decided to leave the child here, in the cave while they made sure they were safe.
A scream and two shouts echoed, and shook the cave...
Later that night, a wisp of some sort took Vladivostok to the nearest Ritual camp and from then on he called that "home". Every day, the green wisp took food for the Tauren to eat, and water for him to drink. Afterwards the wisp would leave Vladivostok to himself. This went on until the wisp felt he was old enough to know the truth.
"Young Vladivosk, you are a descendant of the great and honorable Vladivostok, Chieftain of the Whitehoof Tribe. Your father's tribe was slaughtered during a Human raid, but they all faught bravely. You and your mother were saved by two Warriors before the battle was over. You were taken to the cave just right over there. That is where I found you. I raised you until you were old enough to fight on your own. Now, it is time for me to leave. I must hear you say you will never act in revenge against the Alliance... act in honor and your Tribe will have peace in the Afterlife."
Not knowing what else to do besides nod and watch the wisp leave it's misty trail behind him, he thought about what the wisp addressed him as... Vladivosk. It must be his true name, wisps never lie, of course, he didn't know that.
Now at the age of thirty six he has joined the Bloodmoon Tribe to fight with honor against the Alliance, taking the role of a Warrior, just like the soldiers who saved him.
He thinks back upon what the wisp said and he can't stop feeling as though his father had a secret...
Many years ago, a few decades at most, a dishonorable deed took place in Kalimdor. Vladivostok, the Chieftain of the Whitehooves was murdered by his own son, Dronmor. At the age of seven, Dronmor was sent away to be trained by the exalted Shaman Tribe known as the Shadows of Nature. For twenty eight years Dronmor was forgotten by all but the 'Shadows'. When the Shaman hesitantly agreed to let him return to his home in Mulgore, he had found his mother pregnant and his father wounded.
A few days after returning home, he was awakened by his father, Vladivostok moaning in agony. Forcing himself to ignore the depressing moans made by his father, he reluctantly turned over and tried to reside to slumber. Unfortunately he was awakened again moments later due to the fact his own father was shuddering and mumbling some Human words.
Uneducated as he was, he believed the Humans did this to him. With his adrenaline blazing, he could hardly see straight and was stumbling slightly due to the weight of the mace he was carrying. He stepped outside hoping to find some sort of Human soldier and was disappointed to find his father bleeding instead. Rushing about to find help, he stumbled over the pail of water used to drench the Tribe fire. Smoke and steam were his only troubles. Now, looking down to see the trembling face of the once honored Vladivostok, he saw what he must do... Put him out of his misery.
The morning passed. Oddly enough, it was an average summer day in Mulgore. The wind was blowing, the nearby lake was vivid in color as it was mating season for the fish which lived inside. These special fish, the Spice fish, as the nearby Tribes enjoyed calling them, glow a neon orange, green, and sometimes blue color during this time of the year.
Mylaya awoke with a pain in her side probably due to the fact that the baby Tauren growing inside of her was growing larger. She stepped outside to find her only son weeping over her husband's corpse. She was stunned and immediately asked what happened. Dronmor looked up and saw his mother's misty eyes, turned and picked up the mace and shield he had aquired during training and ran off without taking a glance back. Mylaya then bent down and kissed her husband's cheek and began the ressurection ceramony. Unfortunately the moment was not right and it would not be until the next full moon. By that time her husband would already be in the Afterlife.
Days later Mylaya woke again, this time she was having contractions. She had not eaten or moved in days due to her depression and anxiety. Luckily, she was not the first person awake. As the Gods would have it, the person was her son's Shaman trainer. He had helped her during birth before, but this time he came unprepared...
After many hours of waiting, the Tribe outside of the Holy Tent was growing anxious and worried. The yelps and cries of Mylaya had suddenly stopped. Minutes aftwards, Manan, who is of course the Shaman trainer of Dronmor, stepped outside carrying a large baby Tauren named after the Chieftain of the Tribe, Vladivostok. Only happy moments came until the Humans showed up...
Trying to dodge various flaming arrows and chunks of ice, most Tauren were slaughtered before they could do any damage to the raiding Alliance. Shamans ressurected what they could, due to the Earthmother's ability to make the sky above her how she wanted. Of course, that night was the first full moon of the season. This allowed the defending Hunters to cover the others as they escaped into an ally territory. As the Human Mages rested, the Tauren Shaman did as well. While the Human Hunters inflamed their arrows, the Tauren reloaded. In the meantime, the Warriors took control of the fight.
A few kilometers away, the four remaining Tauren of the Whitehoof Tribe rested. Mylaya and the two Warriors known as Calor and Deshid were conversing. They were all suggesting ideas on what to do, since the nearest Tauren camp was destroyed by another Alliance raid. After hours of thought, they decided to leave the child here, in the cave while they made sure they were safe.
A scream and two shouts echoed, and shook the cave...
Later that night, a wisp of some sort took Vladivostok to the nearest Ritual camp and from then on he called that "home". Every day, the green wisp took food for the Tauren to eat, and water for him to drink. Afterwards the wisp would leave Vladivostok to himself. This went on until the wisp felt he was old enough to know the truth.
"Young Vladivosk, you are a descendant of the great and honorable Vladivostok, Chieftain of the Whitehoof Tribe. Your father's tribe was slaughtered during a Human raid, but they all faught bravely. You and your mother were saved by two Warriors before the battle was over. You were taken to the cave just right over there. That is where I found you. I raised you until you were old enough to fight on your own. Now, it is time for me to leave. I must hear you say you will never act in revenge against the Alliance... act in honor and your Tribe will have peace in the Afterlife."
Not knowing what else to do besides nod and watch the wisp leave it's misty trail behind him, he thought about what the wisp addressed him as... Vladivosk. It must be his true name, wisps never lie, of course, he didn't know that.
Now at the age of thirty six he has joined the Bloodmoon Tribe to fight with honor against the Alliance, taking the role of a Warrior, just like the soldiers who saved him.
He thinks back upon what the wisp said and he can't stop feeling as though his father had a secret...