Morag

Information

Player: Talal

Character Full Name: Morag Bladeshatter

Character In-Game Name: Morag

Nickname(s): None.

Association(s): The Horde, The Earthen Ring.

Race: Orc

Class: Far Seer

Age: 97

Sex: Male

Hair: Braided white ponytail, with braided white beard.

Eyes: Milky Brown. It's clear he's losing his vision.

Weight: 150kg

Height: 6'3"

Usual Garments/Armor: Morag's ceremonial robes are his usual clothes of choice. He can always be seen with his white wolf mask somewhere on his person.

Other: Morag is, all things considered, old and withered. He can't hold his own in a melee anymore, letting his Spirit Wolves defend him. He is also a lot thinner than the orc model, though one would still see the muscles covering his body.

Personality

Once a mighty fighter, Morag retains his sense of honor. He doesn't sink to attacking an enemy from behind, especially because a direct confrontation would likely get him killed, particularly without use of his Calls. He does tend to avoid any kind of fight though, more of a healer and a seer, hanging back in a scrap to assist his allies. Seeing living Draenei in Azeroth has startled him and partially quelled the guilt forever gnawing at him, and he will always try to do his best to befriend and help them. Morag holds no hate towards any other race of Azeroth either, as he wasn't present during the invasion, and will do his best to guide anyone who asks, and even those who don't, down a virtuous path.

History

Draenor...

My home... Our home, for so long... Destroyed, at the whim of one of our most respected.

For half a century, I gave my blood as a warrior of the Warsong Clan, defending my clansmen, and vanquishing its foes. I believed I was death, fear and pain itself.

But that was before Ner'zhul. When we learnt of the Draenei's so called, plan of betrayal, I was enraged. We had done nothing to provoke these people, we had allowed them to live in our land, traded with them, some of us had even befriended them. I myself, had saved the life of one once. And now this; this cowardly act of conspiracy against our people. It would not be stood for. Their magic, however, would've proved too great a challenge to face head on. We needed more, an advantage. And Ner'zhul, provided...

After many successful attacks against their smaller settlements, it came time for us to level their capital; the city of Shattrath. Ner'zhul, the most respected and the Spiritual Leader of the clans, allowed us to drink a mixture, that he promised would give us the power we needed to crush the Draenei entirely. And so we drank, not understanding the weight of the burden we had placed upon ourselves, to destroy an enemy that did not exist. I vividly remember the face of every man, woman and child I slaughtered that day, and it drives me onward, for the betterment of the world.

We believed they had been annihilated. And the victory was glorious. It wasn't until the war was over, that I realised what we had done.

The pettiest arguement would quickly escalate into a bloodbath. I killed one of the clan when he bumped into me. It was then, that I begun to understand what we had done. The rage could not be sated, no matter how much blood was spilled. From then, I did all I could to contain myself, to control this rage, whilst the clans begun to destroy each other, and the Warchief was named. Into exile, I went, to meditate on this tragedy. It was during this time, in Nagrand, that I begun to practice Shamanism, and learnt of the spirits and the elements.

One night, no different from the hundreds I had already spent in this cave I now knew as home, I saw them. Two wolves both stared from the mouth of the cave, eyes piercing my very being, though I could not quite concentrate on them. They were hazy, constantly moving but yet sitting deathly still, eyes burning into mine. When they finally turned and ran off into the night, I got up to chase them, learn of these mystical beings. Out of the corner of my eye as I chased them through the darkness, following the bright yellow light of their eyes, I saw twisting movements, shapes, but when I turned to see these shadowy creatures, there was nothing. Slowly, I began to notice other abnormalities. Things that were becoming increasingly clear to me.

I saw shapes, mountains swaying as if a tree in the wind, animals which I knew did not - could not - exist. When I turned back around to find my quarry, both had disappeared into the twisting darkness, and there stood an orc, beckoning me forward, though I could not follow. I look up, and there I see a mountain of crystal, glowing ever brighter, a pinnacle of the elements. I awoke with a start, but a clearer mind than I had had in years.

That morning, I set out to this crystal mountain. I knew it to be Oshu'gun, the Mountain of Spirits. Many cycles I had celebrated under it's shadow, though it's importance to me now was unknown.

For days I traveled, until finally, there it was. The light of day bounced off its magnificent surface; I recall it well. I have yet to see a more beautiful sight in my long life.

As I approached the base of the mountain, I saw an old man, the old orc from my dream, sitting and facing the mountain. He gestured me to sit, and without introduction, explained to me everything. The wolves were spirits he has befriended, and the dream I had was my first step into a new purpose. In the shadow of Oshu'gun, he told me of the elements, of the spirits, and how through worship and bargaining, I could call on them to empower myself and strike down my foes. More than once he would have me performing seemingly meaningless feats, assuring me I was learning important life lessons. My hubris blinded me back then, constantly arguing these tasks were pointless and beneath me. I was by no means young, but foolish I certainly was. It was in these lessons I learnt humility, patience and understanding. Three virtues that are now the basis of my teachings.

Though these teachings were short lived. My mentor was old, and I did not see just how weak he had become. He joined his ancestors, but before he did so, he gave me another lesson. I was to meditate until I made contact with the wolves I encountered in my dream years ago. He never told me it would take 2 weeks of meditation, without food, or rest. But finally, they appeared, and they were not alone. He was there, he bestowed upon me his blessings, and his wolves joined with me. His spirit disappeared into the mountain, but I returned to the world with new strength; the strength to do what was needed, and nothing less.

Many more years I remained under the watchful eye of Oshu'gun, communing with the spirits and strengthening the bond with my two spiritual companions.

And now, I have been shown a vision. Great darkness, death, pain, but in the middle of it all, there is hope. There is a light. So I travel to this new world, which my people now call home, beyond the Dark Portal.

Skills and Abilities

Spirit Companions" Can summon a pair of Spirit Wolves to defend himself from attackers.

Far Sight

With the assistance of using a camp fire or something similar to that, a Far Seer is able to view an area ahead of where they currently are in order to plan ahead or scout out an upcoming site.

Divination

Can glimpse very, very, vague possible futures. The act of seeing it can quite possibly change that future. These will be appear in either a dream or after long meditation.