A Shaman's Travel

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This is not a journal. It is not a diary but a story of a Shaman who was recorded through events of others. He goes in an out of others lives and it is all logged.

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The winds carried this young shaman through his training as a youth and through the ranks of his comrades he left their fold to pursue an independent life. Given that, this shaman continues to travel and heal the elements in their crying pleas of aid.

The further he has gone, the lonelier he has become. He didn't mind this as a child, but after this lone healer stumbled upon a fire pit in the middle of Azshara Crater with companions of various races he knew he had to join their cause. The spirit of fire whispered to him through the fire pit of the arena and pushed him towards this road of companions. He smiled and thanked it for it's consultation.

The company was full of life and humor, and a purpose beyond his knowledge. He accompanied them to the arena were a few of them dueled for the sport of it. This reminded him of his fellow Orcs dueling and instantly made him feel at home, even though he wasn't the one participating.

He consulted a troubled mage named Redis who seemed angered with the presence of a young blood elf mage who stood next to the woman. This woman is supposedly their leader. He talked to Redis about joining their company and Redis told him to talk to the woman.

After a little bit, the woman and the blood elf sparred. This enraged the mage. He bloodied his face with the rage of fire and gusted winds. As soon as the stands of the arena realized, the mage jumped in and interfered. He blasted the elf with fire and was subdued by the local authority of the crater. The shaman was enthralled by the act of this noble mage who fought valiantly to protect a woman.

One of the higher guards shook the earth with his mighty sword and the shaman fell into the arena. He watched with caution as he almost became involved. The guards asked him to leave as it was not of his concern and as he began to walk, he noticed the wounded and subdued mage. He walked towards him and asked if he needed aid. As soon as he began to invoke the powers of the elements to heal this burdened man, the powerful blood elf stopped him in his tracks telling him to leave the arena if he was to heal.

The shaman aided him to the exit and healed him on the spot with what he could do. The mage thanked him and walked off in shame to his defeat. As soon as he left, the elf came to the Shamans side and asked him if the shaman could sense the spirits of mortals. He nodded saying the spirits could speak to him of the living. The elf asked if he could warn him of the mages next hostile outburst. The shaman accepted the elf's request under one condition. He asked the elf if he could introduce him into the folds of his party. The elf gladly accepted it. He told the shaman to wait at the bar as he had business to take care of.

The Shaman went down to the fire pit and consulted the pit of fire. It spoke to him about the fights and used the mage's blast against the elf as an example of how deadly it could be in the wrong hangs as a lesson to a learning shaman. As the fire concluded his lesson the elf sat next to the Shaman. He introduced him to the leader; Annabelle. She seemed surprised an Orc would want to join them.

The elf filled him in on what they did. It seems they fought against the evil organizations such as a band called the Heretic Circus and anything evil, or at least this is what the Shaman got from him. He agreed and was accepted into their ranks. This made the Shaman feel the warmth of company and the excitement of a new purpose in the winds.

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The Shaman awoke in a daze to the light that came blazing through the gaps of leaves in the tree. He laid against a great oak. He stood and prepared himself for the new day. The Crater was running as it was yesterday: Guards right and left, people coming and going to the arena, and wanders with destinations he has probably never heard of. He walked over to the fire and the crowd of people sat there. It was silent until a young bard came in and began to play a lute and sing of love and traveling. The other orcs had trouble understanding the meaning but the Shaman had some make-shift idea of what it could mean.

After the man was done, the bar started to draw a crowd and more people came tumbling in. The Shaman picked up conversation with the bard and bought him a couple mugs of alcohol. He was fond of the man who traveled here and there for a small penny. The Shaman talked to him and told him of his past and intentions until a rude messenger came and sat down. He insulted and then challenged the Shaman. At first the Shaman was calm and tried to keep his temper short. The man kept challenging and insulting the Shaman. Knowing the Shaman of short temper, he stood and accepted the challenge after the long provoke.

They walked to the arena. The crowd followed. They wanted a show. The Orc and the man fought ferociously and on the man's side; comically. The crowd laughed and sighed and cheered. Eventually the Shaman took the man's mace and hit him across the head with it. This downed the man.

As a respectable shaman, healed the man. The man got up and kicked him square in the lower regions of his robe. He fell to his knees as the man ran off claiming victory. This angered the Shaman. The man lost, and his honor and pride was intact. The messenger tried to take the Shaman's wolf head as his prize but the Shaman pushed him off and punched him in the face. Though, as soon as he realized, he was being ripped through an Astral plane and was gone from the arena only to return through it at night; when everyone was gone.

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The Shaman awoke anew. After recollecting his past day he decided to continue forward. No use in remembering it. He found he was in the forest of Stranglethorn Veil. He has been here many times before, and more to come. He stood to his feet to find a tiger leaping at him as it took notice of him. He blasted it aside with fire. The pack of jungle tigers came at him for slaying the companion. He had no choice but to fight. He stood his ground and stood it well. He wandered to the ocean side and washed himself of blood drawn from the claws and biting of the feral beasts. As he finished he walked the water up the coast until he found a few hostile trolls who fired lightning and threw spears at him. Some missed and others hit. One of them broke his concentration and he fell into the water. He jumped up onto the water again and charged forth and charred the enemies with a great wrath.

This battle was his... until a death knight named Clentch came along. This was the same death knight from the past day who he dueled in Azshara Crater. He knew he came for his wolf head. This was to be a bloody battle. The Shaman struck many blows in the beginning. He gave the Death Knight a great resistance. The death knight got under his skin and used many tricks and eventually resulted in stabbing him through the back. The Death Knight dismantled his wolf head and removed his Orc Canines. This also dismantled his pride. He then threw his body into the ocean to leave him to drown.

Lucky, the Zanzabar Island trolls were fishing off the coast of their small isle. They caught him up in their net and reeled him in like a fish. They healed him and tended to his wounds. He slept for hours until he awoke to the trolls. He was defeated, he pride was gone, his face was exposed.

He walked the water back to the coast and found his way to Grom'gal. He hid his face in shame to the other Horde members. He got into a Zeppelin and rode to Orgrimmar were he was to consult one of the head Shaman for a new wolf head. They were very disappointed in his defeat. They foresaw the fight in a vision and knew of this return. They asked him which of the wolf heads would he like, and the shaman asked for the red one... war. He headed down to Razor Hill afterwords to meditate in his old training ground.

To the south, he saw two warriors, a tauren and a mounted orc who are dueling. He sat down and watched these warriors fight. They were fierce. As soon as he realized, a big armored mounted Orc was behind him watching. The Shaman decided to challenge this warrior to a duel. This was to release all his anger from his defeat. He released his full fury upon the great Warrior and won. The warrior was impressed and welcomed him as a brother. The Shaman gave the same warmth and they were instantly fond of each other. The Shaman gave this Orc the gift that only a Fire Shaman could give to the most trusted friends of a Shaman. This blessed the warrior with the gift of fire: The speech and touch of fire was now his ability as he fought with such fire. In return the Orc granted him access into the fold of his Raiders clan. He gladly accepted and was given a fast wolf steed to ride aside these mighty raiders. This was the first time he was in an actual clan among the Horde.

The warrior and the shaman met with one of the duelers. He was a Tauren Druid who seem to have lost. The Orc approached with a kind approach but the Tauren was skeptical of "Green-skins." He persisted but the Tauren refused to accept it as he would heal himself. The Warrior and Shaman left his side and entered Razor hill were they parted until he was needed of service.