* You turn the page where it begins his life story*
I am sure you wish to know where I come from before you bring me on your journeys. I came from a long line of orcs trained as soldiers. I was the first to be trained with a bow.
At age eight I began my training. I was clumsy with the axe I was handed and was laughed at. Even by the crippled orc who couldn't pick a stick up. I was later beaten by my father and forced to drop out of training. From then on my own father taught me to chop and slice. I was still clumsy and my father was still disappointed. After a year he gave up and and began to train me to feed the family if I could not bring them honor.
He handed me a bow and told me to shoot the nearest boar. I walked out of the hut and the sun shown down on me, I spotted a black boar and began to aim. The arrow slipped from my finger and I flinched afraid I was going to hurt my father or someone else. However the arrow flew straight and true. The arrow hit it's target striking it in the neck, crimson poured from the boars neck as it squealed and dropped. My father chuckled and slapped me on the back complementing me.
That night my mother came home late and from the conversation I heard " stunk of male orc". I heard a grunt and a thud. I tore a hole through the dirt wall and ran from the hut. I ran to the only place I could, Orgrimmar. I paid the inn keeper what little copper I had to stay the night... I told no one what happened.
From there I traveled to the barrens and began training myself as I saw fit. As my training grew as did my love for the creatures of Azeroth. Just before my kidnapping I became friends with a large blue cat Rak'shiri. I heard of him through legends and storys and to tame him was a dream. After that I found the hidden paper that got me into this mess.