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09-12-04, 01:31 AM
Distinguished by his strength and dedication to the shamanistic rituals, Gar’ Galaloth was not one to be toyed with. Indeed he had once been another small minded shaman, using only the elemental forces of the Earth to empower him, but that was behind him, he was now so much more.
When the Human Alliance clashed with the orcish warriors of the Horde, on the vacant plains of Kalimdor, The Horde sent it’s strongest warriors to fight, to free themselves from the Alliances constant pursue. Among these mighty warriors and powerful spell casters, was Gar’ Galaloth; it is here when our story begins...
The blood red sun had just peaked its golden rays over the horizon, it would not be long before the kodos drums started to wake up the warriors. It had been a long night for them, alliance mortar teams and gyrocopters had plagued the encampment since first starlight.
Gar’ Galaloth was already awake, he sat perfectly still; absorbing magikcs for the days battle was a ritual that could only be performed in complete silence. Around the Shaman, deep in meditation, the Earth was reacting extremely peculiar- ripples of golden green energy progressed inwards towards him, it was then seemingly consumed. This continued for another five or so minutes, when he felt he had absorbed sufficient enough power- or mana, as it was frequently referred to; the shaman rose from his kneeled position and continued on to the days obligations.
The familiar thump of the Kodos drums could be heard on the wind, back at camp the Horde would be packed with tired soldiers, soon the magikcal hotspot- like the one Gar’ Galaloth had just left would be swarming with mana hungry shamans. Round the cliff face the orcish encampment appeared an eternity of difference to its appearance early that morning, the peons of the camp had been hard at work; repairing the damage created by mortar teams and gyrocopters. Outside the burrows, Grunts were sharpening the fine blades on the battle axes; raiders were thudding wearily to the bestiary to retrieve their riding wolves; and shamans were tightening travel cloaks as they prepared to venture out, and restore lost mana.
When the Human Alliance clashed with the orcish warriors of the Horde, on the vacant plains of Kalimdor, The Horde sent it’s strongest warriors to fight, to free themselves from the Alliances constant pursue. Among these mighty warriors and powerful spell casters, was Gar’ Galaloth; it is here when our story begins...
The blood red sun had just peaked its golden rays over the horizon, it would not be long before the kodos drums started to wake up the warriors. It had been a long night for them, alliance mortar teams and gyrocopters had plagued the encampment since first starlight.
Gar’ Galaloth was already awake, he sat perfectly still; absorbing magikcs for the days battle was a ritual that could only be performed in complete silence. Around the Shaman, deep in meditation, the Earth was reacting extremely peculiar- ripples of golden green energy progressed inwards towards him, it was then seemingly consumed. This continued for another five or so minutes, when he felt he had absorbed sufficient enough power- or mana, as it was frequently referred to; the shaman rose from his kneeled position and continued on to the days obligations.
The familiar thump of the Kodos drums could be heard on the wind, back at camp the Horde would be packed with tired soldiers, soon the magikcal hotspot- like the one Gar’ Galaloth had just left would be swarming with mana hungry shamans. Round the cliff face the orcish encampment appeared an eternity of difference to its appearance early that morning, the peons of the camp had been hard at work; repairing the damage created by mortar teams and gyrocopters. Outside the burrows, Grunts were sharpening the fine blades on the battle axes; raiders were thudding wearily to the bestiary to retrieve their riding wolves; and shamans were tightening travel cloaks as they prepared to venture out, and restore lost mana.