*Have you read the Guild Laws?: Yes.
*Do you agree to abide by the Guild Laws?: Yes.
*Character Name : Altaurr
*Character Class : Death Knight
Character Level : 100
Player Age (18+) : Yes
Most Recent Guild: None in recent memory
*Requested Role : Chaser
*Character Notes :
Several hunters gathered around a fire, roasting a very fat hare and laughing about past kills and conquests. In the distance slow moving hooves could be heard scuffing the well-worn dirt trail. The hunters paid it no mind and continued on with their stories. Minutes later the sound had grown very close and in a few short moments the silhouette a hulking man appeared.
One of the hunters glanced over, he could tell by the shape of the mysterious figure that this was one of the Draenei. At least at first glance he was, but that hunter looked back once more. In the light it became apparent that this dark-clad warrior was no ordinary Draenei. Upon further inspection it was clear that this was no Draenei at all, three very short but visible spikes above each brow revealed that. No, this creature was an Eredar, the fel-corrupted villains of the Draenei, but this Eredar did not move to strike, he did not even appear angry... he was calm and his blade sheathed. What did he want? The hunters wondered. One gutsy man stood and faced the Eredar - showing bravery where his comrades showed cowardice. Like a man making himself appear larger to scare off a bear. Short gasps were heard from the others as they clambered backward in fear, "Don't speak to it!" one would yell, the others began to whisper and rabble until the Eredar finally spoke. The hunters went silent. His voice was hoarse and deep, revealing age and experience, "Can you help me?"
The lone, brave hunter spoke, "W-w-with what, sir?" where his stance displayed confidence and strength, his voice showed fear and doubt - still he was braver than the friends who cowered behind him. The Eredar reached around to a thick, leather satchel and removed a fine sheet of paper with the faded etching of a young girl upon it, "I'm looking for her." his voice penetrated the silence once more, sending shivers down the spine of one of the more cowardly men. The brave hunter shook his head quickly and spoke again in his westfall accent, "N-no, sir! No. Y-you been the only dem-- Draenei we seen 'round here in a fort night, I swear it!" The Eredar's face remained the same. He did not seem disappointed or angry. He simply nodded toward the hunting party as it started to rain, "I... thank you." would slip from the creature's lips as he left. The hunters said nothing in return - the only sound that broke the silence of the foggy night was the sound of hoof... on muddy, worn trail as the men fled on horseback.
*Do you agree to abide by the Guild Laws?: Yes.
*Character Name : Altaurr
*Character Class : Death Knight
Character Level : 100
Player Age (18+) : Yes
Most Recent Guild: None in recent memory
*Requested Role : Chaser
*Character Notes :
Several hunters gathered around a fire, roasting a very fat hare and laughing about past kills and conquests. In the distance slow moving hooves could be heard scuffing the well-worn dirt trail. The hunters paid it no mind and continued on with their stories. Minutes later the sound had grown very close and in a few short moments the silhouette a hulking man appeared.
One of the hunters glanced over, he could tell by the shape of the mysterious figure that this was one of the Draenei. At least at first glance he was, but that hunter looked back once more. In the light it became apparent that this dark-clad warrior was no ordinary Draenei. Upon further inspection it was clear that this was no Draenei at all, three very short but visible spikes above each brow revealed that. No, this creature was an Eredar, the fel-corrupted villains of the Draenei, but this Eredar did not move to strike, he did not even appear angry... he was calm and his blade sheathed. What did he want? The hunters wondered. One gutsy man stood and faced the Eredar - showing bravery where his comrades showed cowardice. Like a man making himself appear larger to scare off a bear. Short gasps were heard from the others as they clambered backward in fear, "Don't speak to it!" one would yell, the others began to whisper and rabble until the Eredar finally spoke. The hunters went silent. His voice was hoarse and deep, revealing age and experience, "Can you help me?"
The lone, brave hunter spoke, "W-w-with what, sir?" where his stance displayed confidence and strength, his voice showed fear and doubt - still he was braver than the friends who cowered behind him. The Eredar reached around to a thick, leather satchel and removed a fine sheet of paper with the faded etching of a young girl upon it, "I'm looking for her." his voice penetrated the silence once more, sending shivers down the spine of one of the more cowardly men. The brave hunter shook his head quickly and spoke again in his westfall accent, "N-no, sir! No. Y-you been the only dem-- Draenei we seen 'round here in a fort night, I swear it!" The Eredar's face remained the same. He did not seem disappointed or angry. He simply nodded toward the hunting party as it started to rain, "I... thank you." would slip from the creature's lips as he left. The hunters said nothing in return - the only sound that broke the silence of the foggy night was the sound of hoof... on muddy, worn trail as the men fled on horseback.
