Post by redhoof on Feb 15, 2006 18:12:16 GMT -5
Author: Redhoof
Faction: Horde
Title: A Shaman's Start
Type: Background story thingy
Torinth Redhoof, The Red One, NightsFire, and Keeper of the Flame stood on the bluff overlooking the plains of Mulgore. How long had it been he wondered? Trying to recall to his mind’s eye the past days of his youth. They were long warm days, playing in the golden fields with friends. Children’s games and times of innocent youth long past. A time before his “gifts” began to show themselves…
He recalled the fated day… the last day… that he had spent with his family. Torinth had been playing some silly games with his cousins, distant relatives of Cairn Bloodhoof.
“Tor’ honey! Time for supper! Go wash up and don’t forget to wash behind your ears.”, called his mother through the small-enchanted stone she had given him.
It was an earthy red color, almost the color of his fur, with small black runes. Without realizing it, Redhoof’s hand gently caressed the stone that still hung from a small silver chain around his neck as he remembered his mother.
She was a kind gentle soul and often told him stories of the Earth Mother and Nature’s gifts. Redhoof did not remember much of his father. He was warrior, he knew that much. Serving the brave Tauren of Mulgore in many glorious and honorable battles. Ma’ had raised him since he was a babe, by herself. The two kept to themselves living in a small hut on the plains. She had told him that his father was attacked and slaughtered by the centaur while out fishing one evening. A story he never truly believed.
The young Tauren ran from the large rocks, where the children played, towards home. It would take him a few minutes to get there. He ran swiftly feeling the warm seasonal breezes blowing across his red furred face. His nostrils flared. The long dark red hair along his cowl began to stand on end. He could smell something. A strange foreign scent but yet it was very familiar to him, almost like burning leaves. The air around him began to gradually get warmer. That same warmth seemed to focus around his hands. Redhoof slowed his pace to a quick walk and stared down. They were glowing! Bright fiery red flames danced around his fingers. The scent of the burning leaves grew stronger and more intense.
Scared and confused, he quickly fell to his knees to rub the flames into the dirt. As he slammed his hands to the ground, the very Earth around him began to shake. Long jagged fingers of lightening streaked out across the grass, burning what it touched.
Tor looked back toward the rocks where the others had been playing. They were gone. No one had seen the fire or heard the crackle of the lightening. He sprinted for home even more scared. He felt alone and desperately wanted to see his Ma’. She’d know what was happening.
Redhoof came around the bend in the foothills that lead up to the small hut. The magical flames had spread now engulfing his large Tauren frame.
“Ma’! Ma’! Come quick! I need help… I… I… I don’t know what’s happening to me”, he screamed.
Mother came out from the hut drying her hands with a towel. “What’s wrong hon…?”, she began to ask.
“My hands Ma’! What’s wrong with me?”
Torinth Redhoof held his hands palm out to show his mother… the flames. The flames that now inexplicably leapt from his hands towards her. The fire exploded with a thunderous roar and struck her in the chest, engulfing her in a ball of fire.
“MOTHER!”
Faction: Horde
Title: A Shaman's Start
Type: Background story thingy
Torinth Redhoof, The Red One, NightsFire, and Keeper of the Flame stood on the bluff overlooking the plains of Mulgore. How long had it been he wondered? Trying to recall to his mind’s eye the past days of his youth. They were long warm days, playing in the golden fields with friends. Children’s games and times of innocent youth long past. A time before his “gifts” began to show themselves…
He recalled the fated day… the last day… that he had spent with his family. Torinth had been playing some silly games with his cousins, distant relatives of Cairn Bloodhoof.
“Tor’ honey! Time for supper! Go wash up and don’t forget to wash behind your ears.”, called his mother through the small-enchanted stone she had given him.
It was an earthy red color, almost the color of his fur, with small black runes. Without realizing it, Redhoof’s hand gently caressed the stone that still hung from a small silver chain around his neck as he remembered his mother.
She was a kind gentle soul and often told him stories of the Earth Mother and Nature’s gifts. Redhoof did not remember much of his father. He was warrior, he knew that much. Serving the brave Tauren of Mulgore in many glorious and honorable battles. Ma’ had raised him since he was a babe, by herself. The two kept to themselves living in a small hut on the plains. She had told him that his father was attacked and slaughtered by the centaur while out fishing one evening. A story he never truly believed.
The young Tauren ran from the large rocks, where the children played, towards home. It would take him a few minutes to get there. He ran swiftly feeling the warm seasonal breezes blowing across his red furred face. His nostrils flared. The long dark red hair along his cowl began to stand on end. He could smell something. A strange foreign scent but yet it was very familiar to him, almost like burning leaves. The air around him began to gradually get warmer. That same warmth seemed to focus around his hands. Redhoof slowed his pace to a quick walk and stared down. They were glowing! Bright fiery red flames danced around his fingers. The scent of the burning leaves grew stronger and more intense.
Scared and confused, he quickly fell to his knees to rub the flames into the dirt. As he slammed his hands to the ground, the very Earth around him began to shake. Long jagged fingers of lightening streaked out across the grass, burning what it touched.
Tor looked back toward the rocks where the others had been playing. They were gone. No one had seen the fire or heard the crackle of the lightening. He sprinted for home even more scared. He felt alone and desperately wanted to see his Ma’. She’d know what was happening.
Redhoof came around the bend in the foothills that lead up to the small hut. The magical flames had spread now engulfing his large Tauren frame.
“Ma’! Ma’! Come quick! I need help… I… I… I don’t know what’s happening to me”, he screamed.
Mother came out from the hut drying her hands with a towel. “What’s wrong hon…?”, she began to ask.
“My hands Ma’! What’s wrong with me?”
Torinth Redhoof held his hands palm out to show his mother… the flames. The flames that now inexplicably leapt from his hands towards her. The fire exploded with a thunderous roar and struck her in the chest, engulfing her in a ball of fire.
“MOTHER!”