Lokmagrosh

Information

Player: therew

Character Full Name: Lok'magrosh Stormshade

Character In-Game Name: Lokmagrosh

Nickname(s): Stormshade, Lok, Grosh

Association(s): Stormshade Clan chief, Horde.

Race: Orc

Class: Death Knight

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Hair: Long and White

Eyes: Blue with a dulling glow

Weight: 260lbs

Height: 7'5

Appearance

Other: Due to undeath he is rarely seen eating or sleeping instead as the clan rests he often sits in silence watching over where ever his clan is resting in deep thought.

Heavy armor when in dangerous situations, other than that he usually found shirtless and in short tattered pants due to the desert heat in the barrens

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Open and abnormally friendly. Though his actions and mannerisms are kind his words often serve as a reminder of the fact he is a death knight. (Quote: If I wanted to hurt you, you would be dead by now. Relax. I mean you no harm yet.) He tries to be respectful and encourages other to treat each other with respect. Behind his smile though is a calculating mind that knows the best way to choose a fight is to give people no reason to fight you till you want to fight. He has embraced the teaching of Shadow, teachings he was taught during his depression in Lordaron after his freedom from the Lich King. Respect, Tenacity, Power and Compassion. He feels he has yet to master the virtue of Death.

History

Lok's mother was of the Whiteclaw Clan but among the chaos of war she feared the worst for her unborn pup, she abandoned the Whiteclaw clan and made her way into joining the Warsong. It was not an easy task for her and she never spoke of how she did it. Because of this Lok grew up Warsong and after the second war, he became trapped in the human's world with the Warsong. His young adult years spent fighting other orcs then humans and whatever else fate would throw at him.

With the coming of the 3rd war Lok had seen many battles and if anyone would have asked him he would have told them he would have had it no other way. He didn't like thrall the new warchief, in-fact he hated him. In Lok's mind all Thrall was doing was gathering the horde just so they could run once they had strength again, but that was not why he hated thrall. He hated the new warchief because Lok knew that he couldn't touch him. Thrall was stronger than Lok in every way, maybe even more powerful than Hellscream. Because of that none could question him even if they wanted to. Lok felt he was forced to keep his mouth shut or face a beating at the hands of the elements. It took the Warsong being saved by Thrall for Lok to recover from him mis-reception of the new warchief. After surviving Hyjal Lok took his young family, a wife and 2 cubs, and lived among the frost wolf clan. Lok wanted his cubs to live among an established clan away from some of the concerns of war. He was blessed with a few years peace to raise his children but the Argent Dawn called for assistance in the plague-lands and he was one chosen to go to represent the horde. It was in the plague-lands he lost his life to the scourge.

Instead of being eaten by ghouls or being left to rot he awoken under the lich kings command. Arthas voice ringing in his mind he was left with no choice but to obey, though no matter what the lich king told him, whatever orders he received, his heart knew what was right. He wanted to resist but his will was not strong enough. It pained him to watch himself kill for the Scourge. He couldn't remember his past, or his home, he just knew that he wanted to avoid the Frostwolf clan. He couldn't place his finger on why, but something inside told him that he never wanted the lich king to find the frost wolf.

At the battle of Lights Hope, his orders were to kill, period. As he did before, he obeyed. With every human he stuck down, he felt his desire to be free grow weaker and weaker, till a familiar sight and sound reached down to his core. As he struck down a night elf, her cry of pain, the hate towards him in her eyes. He froze as he saw his reflection in her shield. His skin color ashen, his eyes glowing blue, but all he could see was a fel-orc, another slave of some evil force. How could he have let this happen again? He went into a raged and attacked human, orc, undead, everything alike until he was subdued by the keepers of light hope. The lich kings defeat there gave him another chance at freedom. He gladly accepted. It didn't take him long for him to realize that the Ebon blade was just another chain that bound him to someone else's service. When the option came to present himself to the horde and put some distance between himself and Ebon Hold, Lok'magrosh gave the idea little thought and took the first portal he could find off that floating citadel. He didn’t feel at home among orcs anymore, sinking into a reflective depression he hid out in Lordaron among the forsaken. Most of the undead there simply ignored him, until a shadow priestess came across him. She taught him of the cult of shadow, taught him he could move the universe and transcend death if he would pull himself out of his slump. The more he learned of the shadow the more he could feel a drive returning to him, but before he could fully summit to shadow there was work left to be done. Missions left failed because of his contentment with being just another orc grunt and his early death.

Time would pass as it always does, and Lok'magrosh used his time among the horde to prepare for life after the lich king. He founded a clan and gave himself a new name and lived among his clan until the Ebon Blade called for the final push against the lich king. Among his clan it was rare he taught the teachings of Shadow unless he felt that particular member needed a lesson the shadow could offer.In Northrend, after the lich king fell, Lok rediscovered himself and did not like what he found. The mark of the Lich King was not one that was going to fade with time, he had prepared for life after the king but found there would still only be the undeath he had been living all this time. For the first time then, he truly embraced his immortality. When he returned to the Barrens to find his clan, he told a select few that their plans had changed entirely, much to their approval. Atleast they did at first.

Lok stepped down from his leadership position in the clan, passing the clan on down to his son Kol. For a period the clan treated his son like a poor replacement so Lok had to enforce his sons command. Both he and his son felt that Kol was just a puppet to Lok but as time went on Lok made a point to give less commands and force his son to enforce his own commands. When Kol’nagrom’s mate Makra became pregnant, Lok made the suggestion to his son to venture to Mulgore, where the clan would be safer to raise pups. Kol agreed with this idea and gave the order for the clan to move. In the middle of the night as the clan marched, Lok slipped away. Not abandoning the clan but forcing them to learn how to survive without a elder orc to fight their battles or provide easy solutions.

Lok returned to Lordaron. He laid his advisor Verdandi to rest and resubmitted himself to the shadow’s teachings. Though he knows he could never draw the shadow’s power he sees a lot of wisdom in the teachings. He waits for the day to return to his clan, but not until he finds a way to grow. To be a death knight is to know death, but as the saying goes, Knowledge is only half the battle.