From Within by Skash
Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 4:47 pm
From Within
Skash Bloodbringer 11/21/2006
[Skash]
Skash sat atop his wolf Simba on a cliff overlooking Durotar.
His home for the past few years… since the defeat of the Burning
Legion. Memories came to him as he watched the wild pigs move
about. Memories he always awoke to in a cold sweat at night.
Skash had grown up with the taint of demons in his blood; the
endless rage that drove him as an orc pup that drove him to the
path of an orc warrior. Skash was one of the young orcs that
came through the dark portal to wage war on the humans. Though
too young at the time to actively help in the war effort, his
warrior spirit drove him to help where he could. Working
alongside the peons Skash grew stronger, and soon was put into
training at the barracks as a warrior of the hoard. The blood
rage took a terrible toll on Skash as he grew in strength and
ability. The taint fueled him, drove him, it consumed his very
mind and pushed him to the brink of insanity at times. Only the
endless war was able to contain him. Skash did not merely slay
his enemies; he utterly decimated them, often smashing the corpse
to an unrecognizable pulp through his continuous blood fury.
During the war, Skash was captured and held in Durnholde. All
Skash recalled was being hit by an arrow, then dropping to the
ground, succumbing to the poison on the tip. His prison only
fueled his rage, leading to him being tightly caged and isolated
at all times. When Thrall came and rescued the orcs trapped
there, he was reluctant to release Skash… the taint was obvious
and his bloodlust was near uncontrollable. However, he found
that he did have some sway over Skash as Skash respected the new
position of warchief that Thrall held at the end of that battle,
and followed him.
Thrall helped Skash control the rage within him as they
traveled. With the help of the other shaman, the taint was
slowly being driven out of him. With the sacrifice of Grom
Hellscream, the last of the taint left Skash, and he was forever
a changed orc. Though his bloodlust and battle prowess earned
him the surname “Bloodbringer”, he no longer reveled in the
endless rage he had lived in most of his life. Repressed
memories came surging forward, threatening to eat away him
emotionally. Once again Thrall and the shaman helped him,
teaching him to focus himself into a disciplined and able
warrior. The shaman also discovered there was some residual
demon taint within Skash. His stomach could handle anything that
was put in it, even metal. It astounded the shaman when Skash
would eat a full course meal, sometimes swallowing a knife and
fork here and there, and then eating entire pies, pan and all.
When they asked, he would just shrug and just continue eating.
Several years had passed now, the war with the alliance still
raging, and now the threat from Silithis and the old gods
pounding on their doorstep, Skash needed to try and put his own
demons to rest… by facing them head on. He needed to find Lupen
or Pincus, master warlocks of the Grim.
Skash rode up to the guild hall, and tied his wolf up out front,
leaving him a big juicy steak to munch on. With grim
determination, Skash threw open the doors to the hall and called
out in a booming voice “Where Pincus or Lupen hidin??? Skash
need dere help!”
[Lupen]
Lupen sat in the common grounds of The Grim Halls, sipping on
Moonberry Juice and calmly reading through a Tome of Old, in
languages most could not identify, let alone read. His Felhunter,
Traanum, sat resting at the Dread Magus' side, breathing slowly
and calmly, nearly asleep. When not clutching onto his goblet,
the Forsaken would stroke Traanum's razor-like mane.
Skash's yell for aid had been heard by his Felhunter before it
reached his ears. Traanum's head perked up, growling, scanning
the room for any faint trace of magic. Lupen quickly after picked
up Skash's words and placed his goblet upon the table, bringing
his tome alongside him. Lupen lumbered into the Doorway, in an
insomnia-induced daze.
"Yes, Skash... What is it?" Lupen muttered to the Warrior.
[Skash]
Skash did not carry his typical silly grin on his face.
Something was obviously on the orcs mind. Skash stomped his way
up to Lupen and asked "Lupen, yous know how ta call one a dem
infernals, don't ya?"
Skash looked the warlock square in the eye. To ask about
infernals was not something many took lightly, as a single one
could whipe out many many horde at once.
[Lupen]
Lupen folded his arms across his chest while analizing what Skash
had inquired. The serious look upon the Orc's face, in the least,
concerned Lupen. The Warlock finally nodded and stated, "Yes,
Brother... I can summon the Infernals from Xoroth." Lupen paused,
wondering, considering the question, "Why would Skash, one of the
most demon-hating Orcs, alongside Bloodscream, question me about
such things?" He decided to further his statement with an
inquiry, "... Might I ask as to... Why, brother?"
[Skash]
Skash snorted, obviously turning something over in his mind. "It
time for Skash ta face those dat corrupted Skash... an da
biggest an nastiest dat Skash remember wus dem big rocks. Skash
want... no, need ta face one in single combat. Skash need ta
con... cunse... ta talk wit da shaman an mebbe Thrall as ta
where. Skash gonna go an find Hektar mebbe... him smurt orc
shaman. Skash come an find yous Lupen when Skash knows where we
needs ta go if'n yous willin ta help."
[Lupen]
Lupen eyed Skash, admiring his... Seemingly blind courage. The
Warlock nodded, and returned to the commons room.
Skash Bloodbringer 11/21/2006
[Skash]
Skash sat atop his wolf Simba on a cliff overlooking Durotar.
His home for the past few years… since the defeat of the Burning
Legion. Memories came to him as he watched the wild pigs move
about. Memories he always awoke to in a cold sweat at night.
Skash had grown up with the taint of demons in his blood; the
endless rage that drove him as an orc pup that drove him to the
path of an orc warrior. Skash was one of the young orcs that
came through the dark portal to wage war on the humans. Though
too young at the time to actively help in the war effort, his
warrior spirit drove him to help where he could. Working
alongside the peons Skash grew stronger, and soon was put into
training at the barracks as a warrior of the hoard. The blood
rage took a terrible toll on Skash as he grew in strength and
ability. The taint fueled him, drove him, it consumed his very
mind and pushed him to the brink of insanity at times. Only the
endless war was able to contain him. Skash did not merely slay
his enemies; he utterly decimated them, often smashing the corpse
to an unrecognizable pulp through his continuous blood fury.
During the war, Skash was captured and held in Durnholde. All
Skash recalled was being hit by an arrow, then dropping to the
ground, succumbing to the poison on the tip. His prison only
fueled his rage, leading to him being tightly caged and isolated
at all times. When Thrall came and rescued the orcs trapped
there, he was reluctant to release Skash… the taint was obvious
and his bloodlust was near uncontrollable. However, he found
that he did have some sway over Skash as Skash respected the new
position of warchief that Thrall held at the end of that battle,
and followed him.
Thrall helped Skash control the rage within him as they
traveled. With the help of the other shaman, the taint was
slowly being driven out of him. With the sacrifice of Grom
Hellscream, the last of the taint left Skash, and he was forever
a changed orc. Though his bloodlust and battle prowess earned
him the surname “Bloodbringer”, he no longer reveled in the
endless rage he had lived in most of his life. Repressed
memories came surging forward, threatening to eat away him
emotionally. Once again Thrall and the shaman helped him,
teaching him to focus himself into a disciplined and able
warrior. The shaman also discovered there was some residual
demon taint within Skash. His stomach could handle anything that
was put in it, even metal. It astounded the shaman when Skash
would eat a full course meal, sometimes swallowing a knife and
fork here and there, and then eating entire pies, pan and all.
When they asked, he would just shrug and just continue eating.
Several years had passed now, the war with the alliance still
raging, and now the threat from Silithis and the old gods
pounding on their doorstep, Skash needed to try and put his own
demons to rest… by facing them head on. He needed to find Lupen
or Pincus, master warlocks of the Grim.
Skash rode up to the guild hall, and tied his wolf up out front,
leaving him a big juicy steak to munch on. With grim
determination, Skash threw open the doors to the hall and called
out in a booming voice “Where Pincus or Lupen hidin??? Skash
need dere help!”
[Lupen]
Lupen sat in the common grounds of The Grim Halls, sipping on
Moonberry Juice and calmly reading through a Tome of Old, in
languages most could not identify, let alone read. His Felhunter,
Traanum, sat resting at the Dread Magus' side, breathing slowly
and calmly, nearly asleep. When not clutching onto his goblet,
the Forsaken would stroke Traanum's razor-like mane.
Skash's yell for aid had been heard by his Felhunter before it
reached his ears. Traanum's head perked up, growling, scanning
the room for any faint trace of magic. Lupen quickly after picked
up Skash's words and placed his goblet upon the table, bringing
his tome alongside him. Lupen lumbered into the Doorway, in an
insomnia-induced daze.
"Yes, Skash... What is it?" Lupen muttered to the Warrior.
[Skash]
Skash did not carry his typical silly grin on his face.
Something was obviously on the orcs mind. Skash stomped his way
up to Lupen and asked "Lupen, yous know how ta call one a dem
infernals, don't ya?"
Skash looked the warlock square in the eye. To ask about
infernals was not something many took lightly, as a single one
could whipe out many many horde at once.
[Lupen]
Lupen folded his arms across his chest while analizing what Skash
had inquired. The serious look upon the Orc's face, in the least,
concerned Lupen. The Warlock finally nodded and stated, "Yes,
Brother... I can summon the Infernals from Xoroth." Lupen paused,
wondering, considering the question, "Why would Skash, one of the
most demon-hating Orcs, alongside Bloodscream, question me about
such things?" He decided to further his statement with an
inquiry, "... Might I ask as to... Why, brother?"
[Skash]
Skash snorted, obviously turning something over in his mind. "It
time for Skash ta face those dat corrupted Skash... an da
biggest an nastiest dat Skash remember wus dem big rocks. Skash
want... no, need ta face one in single combat. Skash need ta
con... cunse... ta talk wit da shaman an mebbe Thrall as ta
where. Skash gonna go an find Hektar mebbe... him smurt orc
shaman. Skash come an find yous Lupen when Skash knows where we
needs ta go if'n yous willin ta help."
[Lupen]
Lupen eyed Skash, admiring his... Seemingly blind courage. The
Warlock nodded, and returned to the commons room.