Conquest of the Horde

"There was once a Shu'halo who lived on his own, not by his choice but by the choice of his tribe. His weakness left much to be desired, his laziness left much undone. Removed wholly he was forced to live for himself. Hunt his own meals, gather hides for his own shelter, and find land to call his own. Through the days of toil his weakness grew to strength, his laziness tempered into a will of iron, yet no amount of trees hewn from the ground or kodos hunted could replace companionship. Impatient with his self-pity the Shu'halo left his camp at the beginning of every week to seek another soul. He would travel amongst the tribes, speak amongst the people, and gather a council of friends. At the end of every week he would return to camp with their company. Upon his water well they drank of the earth while speaking of whatever suited them. Of the spirits, of death and life. Of love lost and found. Of loss and redemption. Of the hunts to come or the hunts that have passed.

The sun would rise and set upon the plains like so for the many years to come, but as men are born from the earth they must also return to it. Strength turned to weakness once more. While his will never faded, it was not enough to move his old muscles. For a week he would sit alone in his camp, weary of a lonesome death. Yet on the fifth day of the week he looked to the path that preceded his camp to find a great clamor. From all the tribes around his friends marched, bringing with them tents, clothing, tools, and the bounty of their hunt. Around him a city grew filled with those young and old, all eager merely to hear the ramblings of his council.

They spoke and spoke as if they were young bulls, bellowing with laughter at great jokes and tipping their heads with sadness to great tragedies. Over the weeks others would join. Young calves, wisened elders, lost souls all found their place in the council. Some added to the debates, others offered stories and tales, even more used the council as time to trade and barter.

By the day of his death the great Shu'halo had not moved for what felt to be years to his old bones. Moss gathered around his gnarled hooves and roots clung to his trappings. A great chorus of friends saw the Shu'halo off, leading him into the Earthmother's Embrace. Once the mourning had passed the great masses returned to their homes, content seeing the Shu'halo to his end. However behind was left a few affects. A pack for travel, a tent he once called his own, a great totem left in his honor, and a lone girl by the name of 'Mosshoof'...

Now tell me, friend, what tale do you have for me?"

Nestled in the mountains that span between Feralas and the plains of Mulgore sits a petite camp, bearing but a single tent and the provisions for one, perhaps more. During the sweltering week the lonesome Yatana Mosshoof flees from her camp in order to take to battle. However at the week's end her body grows weary from warfare and she returns to rest. The lonesome nights are quick to peck at one's mind and boredom is ever a plague. Now Yatana pursues a new goal for her days of rest- to gather friendly faces of either faction and bask in their company if even just for a night.

Camp Lakota'mani is to be a reoccurring social event every Friday at 8PM, Servertime. The main focus of the camp is to gather individuals of either faction in order to bring them together in a communal sense. A debate will be the focal point of the event, catering to one topic every week which can change from war to love to sport to spirituality and so on. However there is more to the camp than just so. Those in attendance are encouraged to bring along their own stories, gossip, tales, foods, and wares to sell or barter as there will be time to share all of these with the others in attendance.

The first gathering of Lakota'mani is to take place June 20th at 8PM Server Time The topic at hand will be: What does it mean to be Horde? Alliance? Neutral?