Post by Wildsong on Dec 23, 2006 16:05:11 GMT 1
Tall, muscular-built tauren bull at his best. This combined with his black fur can make you to find him fierce, but there´s something very calming in his green eyes. His body and equipment tell a clear statement of a wander-loving way of life, as his headdress, necklace and other equipment mark him as a druid, with powers over sickness and wounds. They also indicate him as a hatalii – singer of old tales and lore – which you can also gather if listening some of his songs.
He hardly uses metallic equipments and many of the things hanging from his belt seem to have grown to the shape and purpose they are now. Roaming his paths, he founds many things he sells those in need, especially herbs, roots and plants of wonderful powers, that only someone with guidance can found.
He also carries a big spirit-bag, that he usually leaves in care of the druids of the Elders Rise. There dwells many strange things that can be used to call many spirits of nature and even to tie them to specified items. These things and words of enchanting material with spirit powers, are known to bring wealth to Wildsong, although he uses them as he sees best and wise, not only for making money.
One might meet Wildsong in Thunder Bluff, seeking guidance from the Druids, bargaining in the market or singing tales for children and other interested. Or you might find him from Barrens or in the Stonetalon Mountains, helping those in need. Sometimes he is known to wonder all over Azeroth, seeking his path and some rare herbs and ingredients in the way..
Story:
Wildsong was found orphan near camp Aparaje, in Stonetalon Mountains. Chieftain Flathoof felt obliged to help the spirits, which had left this infant on his doorstep. Although some might point the black fur of the baby and mention the Grimtotem clan, Makaba Flathoof would glare them down and praise the spirits. Wildsong raise to be a gentle spirit, finding interest in nature more than his clan, not entirely without the help of evil tongues and rumours of his origin. He friended with animals and roamed the wilderness without a doubt of fear.
Soon it came clear that Wildsong was gifted with the druidic powers, granting him a connection to the elder spirits and the Earthmother. He was summoned to Moonglade in young age and founded strong in powers of the spirit. So he was named Spiritmane and promised to get teaching for his gifts. Not surprising for his even pacifist nature, he turned his back to the ways of the Claw and chose to follow the path of healing. A decision he would come to regret.
In his peaceful nature, Wildsong found it natural to help others and use his powers to nurture and care. So he wondered in the wild, learning more about it and listening the tales of the spirits, only to return to his beloved home village to help the sick and the wounded and to sing tales of old to teach the young and to remind the older.
One time, not so long ago, he returned to find the village in ruins and his kinsmen slain – and his whole world shattered. Wildsong used all his powers to help those still wavering in this world. He saved a few and lost more than he could manage. He used his powers until he was empty and famished and then he cried in the smoky ruins of his life. And many of the Grimtotems lingering near the village, enjoying the spoils, heard that cry and fled in fear of the vengeful spirit wailing and looking for them. And so the camp Aparaje was no more.
After witnessing the burning of his world, Wildsong resigned from his kin and roamed the wilderness for years, trying to find his path. Once peaceful nature was tainted with anger and hatred towards those hurting what, as he thought, was right and those he thought was dear. Part of his new powers were drawn from the hunting side of the nature: the thorns that pierce, the claws that rip, the Moon that burns.. And so what once was nurturing song that healed, got now rimes that hated.
This is a story that Wildsong gladly tells to you while the embers slowly heat the dark of the night or when you stop to rest by a wild mountain creek. This, and many others.
If you only want to hear.
He hardly uses metallic equipments and many of the things hanging from his belt seem to have grown to the shape and purpose they are now. Roaming his paths, he founds many things he sells those in need, especially herbs, roots and plants of wonderful powers, that only someone with guidance can found.
He also carries a big spirit-bag, that he usually leaves in care of the druids of the Elders Rise. There dwells many strange things that can be used to call many spirits of nature and even to tie them to specified items. These things and words of enchanting material with spirit powers, are known to bring wealth to Wildsong, although he uses them as he sees best and wise, not only for making money.
One might meet Wildsong in Thunder Bluff, seeking guidance from the Druids, bargaining in the market or singing tales for children and other interested. Or you might find him from Barrens or in the Stonetalon Mountains, helping those in need. Sometimes he is known to wonder all over Azeroth, seeking his path and some rare herbs and ingredients in the way..
Story:
Wildsong was found orphan near camp Aparaje, in Stonetalon Mountains. Chieftain Flathoof felt obliged to help the spirits, which had left this infant on his doorstep. Although some might point the black fur of the baby and mention the Grimtotem clan, Makaba Flathoof would glare them down and praise the spirits. Wildsong raise to be a gentle spirit, finding interest in nature more than his clan, not entirely without the help of evil tongues and rumours of his origin. He friended with animals and roamed the wilderness without a doubt of fear.
Soon it came clear that Wildsong was gifted with the druidic powers, granting him a connection to the elder spirits and the Earthmother. He was summoned to Moonglade in young age and founded strong in powers of the spirit. So he was named Spiritmane and promised to get teaching for his gifts. Not surprising for his even pacifist nature, he turned his back to the ways of the Claw and chose to follow the path of healing. A decision he would come to regret.
In his peaceful nature, Wildsong found it natural to help others and use his powers to nurture and care. So he wondered in the wild, learning more about it and listening the tales of the spirits, only to return to his beloved home village to help the sick and the wounded and to sing tales of old to teach the young and to remind the older.
One time, not so long ago, he returned to find the village in ruins and his kinsmen slain – and his whole world shattered. Wildsong used all his powers to help those still wavering in this world. He saved a few and lost more than he could manage. He used his powers until he was empty and famished and then he cried in the smoky ruins of his life. And many of the Grimtotems lingering near the village, enjoying the spoils, heard that cry and fled in fear of the vengeful spirit wailing and looking for them. And so the camp Aparaje was no more.
After witnessing the burning of his world, Wildsong resigned from his kin and roamed the wilderness for years, trying to find his path. Once peaceful nature was tainted with anger and hatred towards those hurting what, as he thought, was right and those he thought was dear. Part of his new powers were drawn from the hunting side of the nature: the thorns that pierce, the claws that rip, the Moon that burns.. And so what once was nurturing song that healed, got now rimes that hated.
This is a story that Wildsong gladly tells to you while the embers slowly heat the dark of the night or when you stop to rest by a wild mountain creek. This, and many others.
If you only want to hear.