Muyoh

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Player: Stormgald

Character Full Name: Muyoh Wolftotem

Character In-Game Name: Muyoh

Nickname(s): N/a

Association(s): The Wolftotem Tribe, The Bloodhoof Tribe, Thunderbluff, The Horde.

Race: Tauren

Class: Shaman

Age: 65

Sex: Male

Hair: Solid Grey

Eyes: Brown

Weight:707 lbs.

Height: 8'10"

Skills/Abilities Superior Leadership Qualities, Superior Physical Strength, High Intelligence. He is skilled in combat as well as hunting. However, Muyoh seems to have a weakness towards magic attacks as apposed to physical ones. Though he takes the inflicted damage equally, he seems to lose less energy when physically attacked. His eyesight is also dwindling, making it sometimes difficult to keep track of his enemy during battle.

Appearance

Muyoh usually wears a crudely stitched leather outfit comprised of a kilt, shoulder-pads and gloves. Though, his battle attire varies from situation to situation.

Personality

Alignment: Good.

Muyoh is a very kindhearted and caring Tauren. He is wise and understanding. However, his bad side is something no sane being would wish to be on. As a battle-hardened veteran, he has a pool of rage teeming within his bloodstream and it is easily accessed. Muyoh is a very strict and mentally strong Tauren. He is strong opinionated and is not likely to falter in his beliefs. Swaying his mind on a decision is no easy task.

History

Muyoh was born an only calf to a pair of Tribal Tauren. His father, a brave warrior of the Wolftotem Tribe. His mother, a weaver. They met on one fateful night when Muyoh's soon-to-be father returned from a long hunt. The group of hunters returned to open arms as the women and men of the tribe welcomed them home. Muyoh's mother and father caught each others' eyes. The rest was history.

Muyoh had a happy calfhood. Always playing with the other calves. His bond with his mother and father was very strong. They taught him valuable lessons about life, his ancestors and the Earthmother. Though, most of these lessons were taught to him by the Tribe's Shaman. It wasn't long before Muyoh was old enough to begin understanding these teachings in greater detail. He began asking more meaningful questions and soon became enthralled with the idea of Shamanism. He was eager to learn their ways. He begged the Elder Shaman to teach him the ways of the Shaman, during his plea, the Shaman simply smiled. He told Muyoh that he had already been learning. It was only a matter of time before Muyoh began training. If that was his wish.

A few years passed and Muyoh had grown into a young bull. At fifteen years of age, he began learning the mystical properties of the Shaman. The teachings ranged from gathering herbs, to manipulating elements. Muyoh's teacher realized that he had a great talent. He was understanding things that most do not until their later years. He was able to channel magics quickly and with great ease. Muyoh's training had lasted for another five years before his mentor deemed him ready to be on his own. Muyoh was to retrieve the carcass of a wolf. Muyoh was not told where to go. He was to use his own intuition to track and slay this beast. If he was to return successful, he would earn his place among the people of the Wolftotem Tribe.

Muyoh returned to his hut to say goodbye to his mother and father before he left on his short journey. He quickly grabbed what he needed, packed up his Kodo and embarked on his hunt.

Muyoh traveled from the Northern Mountains to the Southern Plains of Mulgore. He was hot on a wolf track. It would appear it was a whole pack, but Muyoh was not worried. He kept good time; only stopping for necessities. It was getting late, sun shafts began to peek over the mountains, but Muyoh knew he was too close to stop for sleep. He kept on the trail. It lead to a small crevice in the foothills just east of Stonebull Lake. Muyoh dismounted his Kodo, unsheathed his mace and shield and entered the dark crevice. Muyoh quickly picked up a dried branch, summoned some fire and created a torch. He paced through the crevice slowly, he could hear scampering echoes as the wolves darted about the small cave.

A few moments passed before a large white wolf approached Muyoh slowly. Snarling viciously and baring its teeth. Muyoh could hear a few more approaching him from either side. He backed up to the cave wall and readied himself. The smaller wolves pounced at Muyoh simultaneously. Muyoh swung his mace to the right and lifted his shield to the left. The wolf received a mace to the head and was killed instantly. The other hit Muyoh's shield and dropped to the floor, but quickly recovered. Muyoh turned his body toward the wolf and roared as he swung his mace at it. The wolf lunged toward Muyoh as he swung and mistakenly intercepted the massive mace. The wolf's head was crushed between the mace and the floor. Muyoh quickly turned to the pack leader, but before he was able to do so fully, the alpha had already been airborne. The large wolf landed on Muyoh and sank its teeth into his shoulder. Muyoh roared loudly, grabbed the wolf by the throat and threw it to the ground. The wolf hit the ground with a loud smack but quickly recovered to its feet. The wolf attempted to pounce on Muyoh one last time. As it did, Muyoh swung his mace horizontally and smashed it into the wolf's side. There the pack leader lie; broken and defeated. It was still alive and breathing heavily. Muyoh quickly kneeled down and placed his hand upon its head. He mumbled in Taurahe, "I am sorry, my brother, but your spirit will now be one with the Earthmother. May I bow to your primal wisdom in the next life." He then pulled a small dagger from his belt and inserted it between the wolf's ribs, puncturing its heart. The wolf fell limp.

Muyoh traveled home to the mountains of Mulgore. As he was entering the path to the village, he spotted a large figure. He approached the figure slowly. Once it was in sight, he was able to distinguish it. It was the Chieftain of the Wolftotem. Muyoh quickly dismounted his Kodo and bowed before him. The Chieftain placed his hand upon Muyoh's shoulder, "You have returned successful, young one."

Muyoh nodded respectfully, "Yes Chieftain."

The Chieftain smiled at him, "Come. Your mother and father are anxious to see you."

Muyoh followed. As the pair began walking, the Chieftain began to speak once again. "Muyoh, you have been making great progress over the years and I would like for you to know that it has not gone unnoticed."

Muyoh, humbled by the very presence of the Chieftain, nodded. "I have done my best, Chieftain. That is all."

The Chieftain smiled once again. "Do not be so modest, young one." The pair stopped in front of Muyoh's hut. The Chieftain stood aside and motioned for him to enter. "Do not be long. Your ceremony will start soon."

Muyoh nodded then entered the hut. His mother and father welcomed him with open arms. They ate a meal and conversed for a short while before Muyoh's father stood, "Come. We must attend your ceremony."

Muyoh nodded. The three walked to the center of the small village where a crude brazier was burning. The Chieftain stood aside the brazier. He held out his hand and motioned for Muyoh to step forward.

"Welcome, young Muyoh. Please step up to the brazier." The Chieftain stated.

Muyoh stepped up to the brazier. He raised his arms until they were opened outward on either side of his body and closed his eyes. An Elder stepped in to him and dipped her finger in a bowl of white paste. She began to drag her fingers across his torso; painting various designs and symbols. She continued to do the same upon his snout; making two simple stripes on either side. She then stepped away. Muyoh opened his eyes and lowered his arms slowly. The Chieftain approached him, reached to his belt and pulled forth a small bone dagger. Muyoh took the dagger, nodding respectfully to the Chieftain. He gripped the hilt of the dagger in his left hand and held it horizontally. Then he reached his right hand under the blade and gripped it tightly. He then proceeded to pull the dagger quickly whilst still keeping a tight grip, slicing a long cut into the flesh of his palm. He turned his hand over, reached to the brazier and opened his fist, allowing the blood to drip into the fire.

"Please welcome brother Muyoh." The Chieftain spoke aloud, breaking the silence.

Muyoh turned and bowed his head respectfully to the Tribe. They bowed their heads in return. Muyoh had finally earned his place as a Shaman amongst the people of the Wolftotem Tribe. The Tribe feasted, happy for their newest member. Years of peaceful bliss for the Wolftotem went by.

Muyoh awoke to a loud crashing noise. He jumped out of his hammock to see what was causing all the ruckus. When he stepped outside, he saw Centaur, everywhere. He ran back inside to grab his weapons and returned to the chaos. He charged a Centaur and smashed his mace against the creature's back. It dropped to the ground, and as it did, Muyoh quickly stomped his hoof onto its head; smashing it into the ground. Another quickly took its place and jabbed its spear into Muyoh's forearm. He roared in pain before swiping his other arm down, breaking the spear in half. He kicked in one of the Centaur's front legs. It fell to the ground and Muyoh quickly dropped his elbow onto its neck, severing its spinal cord. He stood quickly only to find another, he held out his hand and flame-shocked the creature. It yelped and stomped around attempting to douse the flames. To no avail, it burned slowly as Muyoh took on yet another Centaur. He fired a lightning bolt at the creature. It started twitching violently as the voltage pulsated through its body, scorching it from within. Another Centaur smacked Muyoh in the back of the head with its staff. Muyoh turned and roared violently as he threw his shield at it, almost severing its head. Muyoh then found himself with just his mace, but fatigue and injury would not allow him to hold it for much longer. In one last burst of energy he hurled it toward another Centaur. A loud crack was heard as it was struck in the head. He turned to see the Chieftain being overwhelmed by a large group. Muyoh gathered all of his strength and concentrated as the village began to rumble. A small tremor came over the village. The Centaur were so frightened that they fled the battle. Muyoh dropped to his knees, then fell to the ground, far too fatigued to remain conscious.

A few hours passed before Muyoh awoke. He struggled to lift himself up. As he opened his eyes, terror and pain lay before them. There were no signs of life in the village, none at all. Just bodies of the fallen, strewn across the battle-torn village. Muyoh heard a grunt coming from behind him. He quickly got up to his feet and ran to the Tauren. It was the Chieftain. Muyoh began to sob, "Chieftain!" Muyoh closed his eyes and laid his hand upon the Chieftain's chest as he channeled nature magics into the wounded Tauren.

"Mu... yoh..." The Chieftain mumbled. He grabbed Muyoh's hand tightly. "Do... not... let... the Wolf...to...te...m... die..." He slowly faded.

Muyoh began to sob uncontrollably. He was too late. He could not save his Chieftain. "I will not..." He said quietly. He closed the Chieftain's eyes and stood quickly. "Mother! Father!" He paced about the village looking for them. He could not find them, but there was one place he hadn't checked yet. His home. He walked back only to find the hut engulfed by uncontrollable flames. Muyoh dropped to his knees and stared at the ground.

Days passed and there were still no signs of life. Muyoh had been attempting to heal the fallen, but none took to his magics. It was too late. He spent the next two months giving each and every member of the Tribe a proper burial.

He was the last Wolftotem...

Muyoh later sought refuge under the arms of the Bloodhoof Tribe. He was warmly welcomed.

Currently, Muyoh can be found in Thunderbluff or Bloodhoof Village. He hopes to one day recreate his old Tribe and start anew.