The Origin of Laughing Crow
Enabrin - September 28, 2005
My Name is Laughing Crow Strikes-From-The-High-Place.
I earned my names thus:
When I was born, a crow flew into my father's house and presided
as my mother gave birth to me. When I issued forth from my
mother's womb, it crowed mightily. Thus, did the Wise Man of my
Tribe say that I should be named in honor of my crow brother, who
heralded my arrival into this world.
One day, as I was out with my father, learning to hunt, we came
back to find our village being overrun by the foul and loathesome
Quillboars. They have forgotten the face of the Earthmother, may
they be wiped away from her lands!
My Father sent me away, to hide, so that I might not be killed,
but I was not content. Instead, I climbed to the top of a cliff
overlooking our village, and shot my rifle down into the crowd. I
aimed well, and my bullet pierced the heart of thier Warleader.
Thus was I given a new name, Strikes-From-The-High-Place.
It was not enough, however, and the Quillboars took my mother's
life that day. My Father, distraught at the loss of his
life-mate, began to take long journeys away from the Village,
leaving me in the care of my Mother's cousins. I would later
learn that he was consulting with a Troll Priest of Voodoo,
learning ways to summon my mother back from the Country of the
Dead. One night, with me by my side, he snuck to the Burial Mound
of my mother, and began a dark ritual to summon her back from the
arms of She Who Waits To Take All Back.
It failed, and only ended dying horribly as the Dark Magics he
attempted to control consumed him.
My Father was too Weak. But he taught me much, in Life and Death.
Many of my Fellow Tauren see the Earthmother too narrow. Peace
and Harmony are well and good, but they cannot be obtained
through Pacifism. The Earthmother favors the Strong and the Bold.
If we wish her approval, we much show ourselves worth of it
through dominance and the quest for the knowledge of all her
ways.
I am Laughing Crow Strikes-from-the-High-Place.
I pledge my sacred honor to the Horde. We will show our power and
our dominance. We will not be weak. We will slaughter the sheep
and dogs of the Alliance, and create a new order of Peace and
Harmony, watched over by the Mightiest of our Warriors.
I shall be one of these Warriors. True Peace shall be gained at
the edge of the sword. True Harmony shall be enforced by those
strong enough to understand the workings of people and bend them
to thier will.
As I grow, I become stronger. As I become stronger, the weakness
of my enemies becomes more and more apparent, and my own
philosophy more and more logical. These Tenets I follow:
Demand obedience from those beneath your station.
Offer obedience to those above your station.
A ruler's mandate comes only through Strength.
Weakness in the mighty and the arrogant is rewarded by death.
The weak must earn our protection and our loyalty.
Death before dishonor.