Mistrunners' History

[Huntress Skyfire]

Kenai is or was cared for by Skyfire and her and Hornbows parents in the mountains of Mulgore. However, Tunril returned and requested to take care of his daughter himself. Kenai is now with her father Tunril. Last I knew anyways.

[The Deserted Grail]

First post edited. Thanks for all the feedback and stuff to continue the history.

[Morgush]

I've been wanting to write up a decent story on morg's disappearance, but so far I just haven't felt like writing it. I'll see if I can do it somewhere soon, and with that I'll try to update the history of the time Morg was the Chieftain a bit more.

[Scyepogg]

How did you get to that sacred waterfall in Elwynn by the way?

By some secret method that is now disabled?

[The Deserted Grail]

There's a path there north of the lake that's a bit of west from Goldshire. There's Defias peeps on the way and a house with a dock.

[Scyepogg]

Hmm.. I think I was there and the cliffs were too high.. Someone on the realm forums said you can get there from Burning Steppes.

[The Deserted Grail]

I think you're talking about a different waterfalls now. The ones we've always visited is the one that creates the river between Elwynn Forest and Westfall, in other words, at the north-western part of Elwynn. And it's definitely accessible, even now.

[Scyepogg]

Oh, yes, I've been there, they are smaller somewhat and not epic.

[The Deserted Grail]

If you want epic waterfalls, you don't go to Elwynn. You go to Loch Modan.

[Moonya]

Jul 3, 2008 19:21:23 GMT 1 The Deserted Grail said:

If you want epic waterfalls, you don't go to Elwynn. You go to Loch Modan.

QFT, my mang!

[Scyepogg]

I guess something hard to reach is more epic

[Morgush]

The last day of Chieftain Morgush Stonehoof

A lone Bull stood on top of the Red Rocks. Surrounded by spirits of the Shu'Halo he gazed over the rolling plains of Mulgore. His home, the home of his ancestors, the home of the Mistrunner Tribe.

The tribe has been his home for a long time. He'd been taught how to curb his rage, and how to use his energy for the tribe. Through his efforts he'd risen to become an elder at first, and even Chieftain later on, but now Morgush was feeling doubt.

Morgush had tried to follow the peaceful road, but somehow all his plans had been waylaid. The alliance with the Night Elves of the Nature's Grasp Tribe had shattered under his rule, resulting a bitter fight near the Mistrunner camp. His search for a young calf which had been kidnapped had ended in a short, but extremely bloody fight in Astranaar, where the Tribe and some friends had flattened the town, failing to find the calf. Every time he'd expressed his sadness about the blood, and the fighting, never meaning a word he'd said.

His inner being craved for the fights, cheered every time an enemy fell in battle. Every time he told himself this it was just that one fight, but every time he felt the same urge. Shaking his head Morgush made his decision. He walked across the plains towards the border, never looking back. Part of him felt sad, he was leaving behind many friends, many memories and a great responsibility. Another part was relieved, because the path which Morgush was about to take could only lead to loss of life of the people he owed so much. His heart pounding he started running, away from his past.

Months later

Morgush prowled the area around the Mistrunner Camp. Although he had left the Tribe behind he couldn't shake the feeling of being responsible for the safety of the members. Only last week had taken down a Dwarf who as trying to find a position to take a shot at the gathering of Shu'Halo. He faintly heard the Tribe talking in the distance. A glimmer of steel caught his eye.
In the shadows something moved. Grinning to himself he felt aldrenaline starting to flow through his veins. The beast roared, claws flashed... He was serving the Tribe still.

[Morgush]

As a side note, Eide, my Tauren warrior, is based on the Mistrunner Tribe as well. His background story is based on him being born whitefurred and under a bad sign of Mu'sha, which has led to him being an outcast, born of Mistrunner parents.

Martin, let me know if you object to me using Vulpius for the story, I'll change that if you want.

[Morgush]

A red moon slowly rose over Mulgore, a sure sign that Mu'Sha was displeased. Looking at the omnious moon Vulpius, the old elder of the Mistrunner Tribe sighed. He knew that the Tribe wasn't going to accept a calf born under this sign. Murtha Mistrunner, daughter of one of the shopkeepers on the Middle Rise of the Bluffs was panting softly in the hut behind Vulpius.

As the moon rose higher and higher more and more of the Tribe gathered near to the hut in silence. The silence of the night full of whispers. Many seemed to be hoping to calf would be born in the morning, under the bright and watchful eye of An'She, but Vulpius knew better. Shooing away one of the older calfs who was trying to peek inside the hut he slowly made his way towards the battered old Orc who was sitting near the fire in front of Cairn's tent.

"You'll have to take him along, you owe me that much old friend" said Vulpius to the lone Orc. Looking into the fire the Orc shook his head. "I can't take care of him Vulpius, not at my age. I can hardly lift an axe these days". Smiling, grumpy old Vulpius replied "Ah Kreder, but you can tell him how to lift it. And you can tell him tales. You can teach him not only to be a child of Mulgore, but also a child of the Horde. The Orc stood, and looked up into the old bull's eyes. "I hate you. You also talk me into things. Ok, I'll take him, but not because I owe you." Vulpius nodded and moved back to the hut where Murtha
was.

A single branch moved in the bushes. "I know you are there" bellowed Kreder. "You're as subtle as your ass is big!" Quietly the Orc added under his breath "and your shoulders..." Kreder had to admit it, young Eide was turning out to be an eagar capable student. "Eide, come over here" As Eide walked over Kreder sat down again. Sighing he said "It's time for you to move off, there's not much I can teach you anymore, and if we start sparring you're likely to break the practice swords. Or my arm. or both." Nodding quietly Eide said "Well, we already spoke of this before. I'm going to head back to Mulgore first, but we'll meet again." Kreder shrugged. "Maybe, but while you're there, look up the Bluffs." Now it was Eide's turn to shrug. "We'll see" was all he said. In his mind he'd already decided to guard Mulgore with his life.

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All was quiet in the Vale. Looking around Eide noticed nothing out of place, although he knew that this certainly was nothing to go on in Stranglethorn Vale. He’d even had to run from a bunch of Trolls. Sighing softly Eide again cursed the dense brush which blocked his view in every direction after only a couple of meters. Gripping his swords in both hands the young Bull tried to make his was as softly as he could.

“If you make any more noise they’ll be able to hear you in Booty Bay”. Looking around Eide didn’t notice the owner of the voice. “Ok ok, come out already. Damn, this stuff is not for me.” A grinning Forsaken stepped from the shadows of a tree. ”Ah no, not one of you…” The grin on the Forsaken’s face grew even bigger. “Just a word of warning my young mooing friend, I saw a Dwarf a little way down the road, you might want to avoid him, he’s got a nasty friend.” Eide eyed the Forsaken and replied “As long as I can see him, I can fight him.” Shrugging the Forsaken disappeared into the shadows again.
Eide turned. An arrow past the place where his head had been only moments before. Bellowing a curse Eide charged blindly into the direction from which the arrow had come. From the corner of his eye he saw a black shape running parallel alongside him. Crashing into a clearing Eide saw the Dwarf standing on the other side. The Dwarf looked baffled on how the huge Shu’Halo had crossed so much terrain in such a short time. Eide lowered his head, and changed his course slightly to crash into the Dwarf when he was hit in side by a huge cat. Stumbling to one knee Eide struggled to toss the cat to the side. Forced to fight two enemies Eide swung both his weapons in wide arcs, deflecting the next arrow fired in his direction by sheer luck. Parrying a blow from the cat with his left hand Eide connected with a heavy-handed backhand blow to the cat’s head. It went down like a sack of stones.

Eide quickly turned to see the Dwarf edging away, trying to create as much space between him and the enraged bull as physically possible. Eide crouched down trying to make himself a small target, but even while nearly on his hands and knees he was still a head taller than the Dwarf. The Dwarf released another arrow which hit Eide in the shoulder. Although the arrow penetrated the plate armor, it only made a slight fleshwound, not even a centimeter deep. Eide launched himself in a headlong rush towards the Dwarf. The Dwarf in turn dropped his Crossbow and unseathed his own two axes. Instantly the Dwarf faced pushed to the defensive, spending huge amounts of energy into parrying the heavy blows which Eide was landing. Eide was amazed. Although the Dwarf wasn’t able to counter his attacks, he was still on his feet, and defending himself. Eide kicked out towards the Dwarf creating space between him and the small, tenacious hunter. Lowering his swords Eide looked at his opponent, bowing his head in a salute between two fighters. The Dwarf eyed the young Tauren suspiciously.
Eide grinned and spoke in Orcish “You have no idea what’s about to happen, do you?” Not understanding a word of what the large Shu’Halo was saying the Dwarf slowly lowered his weapons to. A soft whooshing sound gave away the Forsaken as he lunged from the shadows to hit the Dwarf in the back of the neck. Ignoring the gurgling and dying Dwarf the Forsaken looked Eide in the eyes and asked “How did you know I was there?” Eide shrugged. “Dunno, I just did, good fighter though, real good.”
The Forsaken chuckled. “Dead too. Let’s head to Grom’Gol shall we? I can see we’ll be able to have some fun .” “Nah” replied Eide “I’m getting the hell out of this Vale. Not my kind of place.” Laughing now the Forsaken shrugged and headed off.

Eide looked down at the Dwarf. Deciding the Dwarf deserved as much he started digging. By the time he was done the sun was already setting. The Vale didn’t look as threatening as it did this morning, the wind was blowing softly. “Well, maybe I’ll leave tomorrow…”

[Aroh]

((I'm not sure if Martin reads these forums as Hrawah (former Vulp) has joined the Orphans Grim, but I'll give him him a poke to read this when he is online))