Upon Azeroth's own world, west of Stormwind and the Eastern Kingdoms, lies the land of Kalimdor- home of the Horde and with the swift winds of wisdom related to the lands of Shamanism in Thunder Bluff, the second home to the Horde. The time was slowly reaching the evening, with the sun halfway peaking over the bluffs leading to Stonetalon Mountain. Under the High Chieftain of the bull-like men and women known as Tauren, Baine Bloodhoof knelt before a totem which was small- upon the ground rather than very high up to where the village lay atop. The totem showed no real value to most, to all but the Tauren- some were used to mark the locations of the dead that fought vicariously to protect their beloved people and for the Horde...namely, his father, Cairne Bloodhoof- one of the major councilmen of the Horde, voice of reason, and close friend to the World Shaman Thrall. Inevitably, he took the burden of leading his people on the right path, when his father had been challenged by the Warchief of the Horde- at the time- Garrosh, son of Grommash Hellscream. What wasn't expected was the sabotage of Magatha Grimtotem, elder crone of the Grimtotem Tribe of which hungered for power over wisdom and ancestry. She had poisoned him before the challenge as she wanted utter control of Thunder Bluff itself, for the Grimtotem to take and thrust the unworthy out by force and by death.
Several years had passed since that day, the day he united his people under one hoof and under one sight- to see the people have what they would need while offering protection to those that cannot fight. Slowly, he sighed as his eyes were shut, knowing the burden of leadership much like his father as it had been eight years since his unfortunate departure. Even as such was the case, he knew gripping to the past would cause himself to be aloof from his own self, from the council, and from those that look up to him for guidance. "Nechi ich towateke ki hale chi, Cairne..." He said softly, "Pawene ichnee pawene." He slowly stood as he had set a Peacebloom next to the Totem. "Never will I forget the lessons you have taught me for so long..."
The breeze slowly slips by as well as a warmth near him- this was well known as with each passing, the ancestors would grant guidance to those that would need it, or to show comfort in their hearts that the ways of old hold to this day while watching over each and every new generation, as is such the cycle of life. He smiled faintly before gazing to a nearby tree, as where a hooded stranger sat underneath its shade, enjoying an apple. However, from where he sat, a small pool of blood had ebbed and darkened from being there for a while, and from his sight, he could see crimson colored ears poking out from the hood, as well as a tail near the pool of blood- colored just like the ears with a tuft of snow white at the tip. Knowing that it could be an enemy, he stood and goes for the totem on his back- slowly he approached the stranger, sight narrowed upon the threat. However, when the stranger rustled the cloak around him, the sight of a metal arm was seen, and without a doubt the seal of Gazlowe himself- Gazlowe is the Leading Engineer for Goblin Tech and have helped the creation of their Capital, Orgrimmar, along the way of creating Garrisons for the Horde. From time to time, he can be a real cheapskate but with gold shown and present...you'd better believe he will deliver the goods posthaste. How he had Goblin Tech was quite confusing as well as unnerving to say in the least, along with the question of how Gazlowe and the former people of Kezan could trust a stranger like him. The stranger then looks to Baine with light blue eyes, as well as a soft smile, "Ish-ne-alo por-ah..." He said softly.
He stops and lowered his Totem, "...You...know Taurahe...?"
"Well err...just a little- I'm only a Novice at that stuff but I still could learn if I had the patience and understanding. But you know...it just seems I can't ever really get the hang of it."
"Oh really...and how do you have that arm?"
"Hm?" The stranger looks to his right arm, "...Oh this? Well, if I may explain myself...it all started thirty-seven hours ago atop what was a pretty impressive mountain called err...oh shoot what was it..." He grumbles and sighed, "A-Anyway..."
--37 HOURS AGO...--
The stranger stood in the vicinity of a rather impressively large and tranquil tree, as he looks to the rim of the region- as to where it was quite livid with boiling lava, south of the tree. It confused him since that was the only location that was tempered with such oddities that were rather dark and menacing. His sight narrowed as a rather large entity breached the boiling lava, colossal even from the distance while holding an impressive hammer. Nevertheless, the stranger then lookd down, as the incline descent was steep- perhaps too steep of an angle. With that said, he then began to walk the right path towards the location that reeked of death, doom, and destruction- but to him? A walk in the park. However, his ear gently twitched upon hearing a shout in distress from that very location down there. His eyes narrow before jumping over the ledge and freefalling downwards into what seemed like imminent death- but he wasn't average at all while grabbing limbs of each tree nearby, swinging outward and repeating himself until there were no trees nearby, landing upon the hardened black ground with the colossal being swinging his hammer down, barely missing a small green man with a sack full of strange ore. Finally, the man tripped and slid for a little, surrounded by several giants made of molten rock with the deep baritone laugh coming from the being.
"And where...do you think you're going with my Obsidium...?" It spoke, "...Obviously...you have little to no discipline in belongings of my domain." He slowly raised his hammer up to the highest it can go, laughing rather wickedly, "...Die..." He brings the hammer down as the man could do nothing but close his eyes and pray for a miracle to happen right about now.
That miracle comes true, just as an entire dome made of ice appeared over the man and was dealt the blow- instead of it melting, the broken dome then proceeds with shattering and striking the molten giants down for the count. The colossal being lurched back from seeing the ice, witnessing its odd color black bestowed inside each shard, "...What trickery is this?" It growls.
"This ain't no trick...it's merely the will of my own."
The man opens his eyes as he turns around, seeing the Stranger behind him, facing the one still in lava. The colossal being stared him down to where most would cower from his sheer size and glare alone, all the while dying from what seemed like immense power- however...the stranger was different still. "What sort of freak...are you?" The colossal titan narrowed its sight as it swung for him this time, the man letting out a squeal in terror, which sounded a little...woman-like but who could blame him? The stranger smirked as the giant hammer came in contact with what sounded like metal. The being let out a grunt in surprise as the stranger was actually somehow matching his own power, "You...are no mere...thing...so what are y-?"
"Oh shut your mouth..."
The being growls as the stranger took his hood off, revealing the crimson fur, light blue eyes, as well as his weapons of choice- Warglaives strangely encased in ice, albeit a thin layer. "I am really tired of you all thinking you're so powerful." He narrowed his sight, "Power is but an illusion that many seem to believe grasping- only to be taken down by the Davids that topple each Goliath that call themselves powerful. And then there's you, picking on this one..." He sliced the air twice, "That shit pisses me off so tell you what? Leave right now...and I'll make sure to look the other way."
The stranger was then smashed by the hammer as the Man went wide-eyed.
"Hmph...filthy low-worm of society, believing to be equals to gods..." He then lets out a loud laugh, before hearing his hammer crack. He then brings it up, his weighted stone of a mallet slowly splits in half with the stranger bleeding on his head, his side, and left arm. "How...this cannot be possible!"
"Alright, you sonuvabitch..." The stranger smirks, "Don't say I didn't warn you." He then leaps at the being, slicing into the magmatic body as it suddenly cools and hardens, showing signs of the same black ice. The being screeched in pain as the man watched in utter surprise, witnessing someone he's never met...take down who is a god with such ease.
The stranger lands behind the being, jackknifed and leaps back at him, slicing into his shoulder as it repeats the process for a few times, before the being retreats back into the lava to live another day. The stranger was then standing a little distant from the man, slowly dropping his glaives from the excess of blood loss regardless of winning, "Heh......that...actually hurt..." He smirks before laying back, just as the man was in his sight, watching as his metal arm slowly began smoking.
"Ah jeez pal, ya really put yourself through hell." The man grumbles, "Why risk your life to save me? What was in it for me to begin with?"
"How about your life?" The stranger spoke, "...And there wasn't a catch. All I can say is that you were spared the inevitable fate of death...so you can live another day."
The man blinks, rubbing his green bald head, gently tweaking with his pointy ears, and slowly sighing, "...Ya got Guts kid...I'll give ya that." He looks at him, seeing him go unconscious, "Ah crap..." He brings out a device that looked like a walkie-talkie, "Errr, HQ come in. This is Gazlowe. I've got the minerals needed, and I've a casualty near my location."
'Gazlowe this is Fluxwrench. I hear ya loud and clear- now where are ya?'
"Oh don't play stupid with me. We needed Obsidium, so I'm in the godforsaken Firelands. Buddy, I nearly died from freaking Ragnaros, just to be saved in the nick of time by a stranger."
'Huh? What do ya mean?'
"JUST get the rescue plane here STAT. I'll explain when we arrive."
'Alright, Alright, don't get your miserly nose in a bunch. We're comin' for ya"
--13 HOURS AGO...--
The stranger groans slowly as his head was pounding from pain, eventually putting his right hand on his head. He sits up carefully as he opens his eyes, blinking as he looks around while seeing the place a little bleak, industrial looking with a little bit of pollution within the water and air. He coughed softly as he stands, cringing as he looks down, bandaged up in a semi-makeshift, semi decent way. He blinks as he sees his Warglaives leaning next to his 'bed' and carefully sheathing them on his back. He grabs a crutch before slowly limping out of the tent. He looks around as a few Goblins look to him, raising an eyebrow as to wonder where he came from, or to perhaps if he was friend or foe. Nevertheless, he turns and walks on dry land, around the polluted water towards the edge, finally breathing in fresh air. He looks down for a bit as one of his wounds had reopened from him walking about. He cringed slightly from the pain it gave but slowly moved on.
He stops as the same guy walks over to him and smirked, "Kid, you've got guts. I know I said that before, but c'mon...that was actually pretty good. Where'd ya learn how to fight like that?"
The stranger blinks, "...Well err...I learned all of what you saw from a friend of mine."
"And what yer saying is that ya learned how to be so powerful from that friend?"
"...As...I mentioned when facing that......thing...I had mentioned Power is but an illusion- the real power however lies within one's own heart to give determination, while under constant watch by discipline."
"Hmph...Mumbo Jumbo if you ask me. But that aside, what are you anyway? Ya don't look like no experiment, nor an Alliance. Wait no...you're using a trinket, right?"
The stranger sighed quietly, "...Listen...I'm just a Foxwolf that literally kicked that thing's ass to and from, so...no, I'm not what you believe me to be via assumption."
"If you say so." Gazlowe raised an eyebrow, "But I came to check up on ya, because the Warchief wanted ta see you- to meet you, I guess."
He blinks again, "...Warchief...? I'm......taking a guess that's your err...leader?"
"Damn straight skippy." He smirks, "Anyway, follow me."
After walking a small distance, The stranger and Gazlowe come inside a great building as rather tall, green, and buff people stand by. They let the two pass by as what seemed like a Council was in session, stood close by as a troll with the look of wisdom about him looked simply to the stranger, watching him look from left to right. Gazlowe then looks to the Troll, "And here he is yer Majesty, the freakin' one who saved yours truly." He then leaves the stranger's side as the Troll slowly stands and walked to him. He brings out a rather head-sized four-bladed star. He holds it close as the blades extend to its doubled state, tossing it at him before the blade was caught by two fingers. The council look at the stranger in disbelief, knowing that the Warchief literally throws those at inhuman speeds, quicker than a bullet too! The stranger looks to the star before walking to the troll, turning the star to where neither get stabbed.
"Heh...not bad mon." He said, "Gazlowe seems to have told the truth. What be your name since he never got it?"
The stranger blinks before rubbing the back of his neck, "......Arloc."
The Troll laughs, "...Arloc eh? First time dat name be mentioned. Name's Vol'jin...and I be leading the horde. Mess with me...ya be messing with de Voodoo."
"...Riiiight." He cleared his throat, "...Listen...with all due respect...where am I exactly?"
"Why you be in tha Horde Capital- Orgimmar, mon. Simply put, this place was built over a decade ago, when ya be learning how ta fight."
Arloc blinks and grumbles, "...Let me set the record straight, okay? I'm...literally forty-one years old, I LOOK short...but I ain't short. In any case...I should be moving out- seeing as how some of your council doesnt' seem to take me kindly as a guest."
"Very well den. But ya be needing a place to rest up...and knowing ya don't breathe in the air these Goblins do, ah'm sending you to Thundah Bluff to be given a place ta stay- find Baine Bloodhoof mon...he set you up right."
Baine blinks as he sighed quietly, "...So those were the words of Vol'jin...didn't expect someone like you...or whatever you are, pardon myself...to come here unannounced initially. So if I'm getting this right...you saved Gazlowe from Ragnaros...then met Vol'jin......and now he's asking you to ask me for a place to stay?"
"That's...pretty much it, yeah." Arloc blinks, "...Look, I know you don't seem to trust me...since we just met and all, but somehow your Warchief sees me as a guest...not sure how that works out, nor do I understand why...but yeah."
Baine blinks and slowly sighed, "......As much...as I would refuse, it's the choice of the Warchief. For now, I will be watching over you. Any wrong movements...and I'll take you down."
The two look to each other, before slowly shaking hands. Baine then slowly leads the way to the lifts, which will take the two to the city of Thunder Bluff, city of Mulgore.