TheRedPriest
10-27-2008, 03:01 AM
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In the Southern most reaches of the Stranglethorn Vale, within the Port Town of Booty Bay was the usually unnoticed Guild of Voodoo Priests. Despite the oddness of a Priest Guild, many have found it much more successful and informative then the classic 'Thieves Guild' solely based on the fact of 'Who wants to tell a thief anything anyways?' Many of the Troll priests in the area had joined up to form this Guild, for both the collecting of information, and the slow accumulation of wealth and gear. Even the bravest of adventurers needed a good priest at their side, and these trolls were out to exploit that. Re'zo was one of the more risky ones, running with the seasoned fighters rather then staying back behind them where it was safe. In time, this would earn him the title of the 'Red Priest.' Few of the Priestly trolls ever resorted to their Bloodlust, Re'zo, on the other hand, enjoyed to unleash it. Some would have said that this was just a desire to prove himself, or that he would never know how much danger he was in due to his blindness. Truth is, he's never told anyone why he does what he does, or if he really is even blind. His eyes are always covered by one set of goggles or another, leading some people to believe he has no eyes at all.
The Guild thrived, and it was good.
Recently, the Guild was approached by the Argent Dawn. They had come to tell them that the Scourge was beginning to advance, and has already begun to infect cities both in the Horde and in the Alliance. The Guild, or course, had no love for the Alliance, so the Trolls cared little for their plight, even the plight of the Forsaken or the Blood Elves didn't seem to phase them much. Once they had heard of the Scourge moving into Durotar, transforming Orc and Troll alike, they soon became concerned. These were stubborn Trolls, they did not like to forgive or forget the past misdeeds of their now 'allies', but the Horde was where their trust lied. When Troll and Orc fought side by side, that bond would never break. They agreed to help the Argent Dawn fight back the Scourge, from their base in Stranglethorn, they would move teams of priests into the Port of Ratchet, from there, Orgrimmar.
The Guild needed a name, something they could call themselves to show both support from the Argent Dawn and in turn, their proud allegiance to the Horde.
The Dawntusk,The Horde's first strike force against the onslaught of death that would roll over their lands in the coming days. Re'zo was one of the younger priests, sent over during the first wave to train under the guidance of the Horde in the mists of battle, to forge him into a priest of war. He understood in these times, one had few allies, and that he must try to put his differences aside. They may not like Blood Elves, but if they don't help to cure an infected one, it'll just become another mindless drone of the Lich King. Staff in hand, his signature red robes draped around his Troll body, he would wander Kalimdor, healing those infected, and fleeing from those who had been changed until such time that he would become a force to be reckoned with.
Such will all the Priests be with the Rise of the Dawntusk.
In the Southern most reaches of the Stranglethorn Vale, within the Port Town of Booty Bay was the usually unnoticed Guild of Voodoo Priests. Despite the oddness of a Priest Guild, many have found it much more successful and informative then the classic 'Thieves Guild' solely based on the fact of 'Who wants to tell a thief anything anyways?' Many of the Troll priests in the area had joined up to form this Guild, for both the collecting of information, and the slow accumulation of wealth and gear. Even the bravest of adventurers needed a good priest at their side, and these trolls were out to exploit that. Re'zo was one of the more risky ones, running with the seasoned fighters rather then staying back behind them where it was safe. In time, this would earn him the title of the 'Red Priest.' Few of the Priestly trolls ever resorted to their Bloodlust, Re'zo, on the other hand, enjoyed to unleash it. Some would have said that this was just a desire to prove himself, or that he would never know how much danger he was in due to his blindness. Truth is, he's never told anyone why he does what he does, or if he really is even blind. His eyes are always covered by one set of goggles or another, leading some people to believe he has no eyes at all.
The Guild thrived, and it was good.
Recently, the Guild was approached by the Argent Dawn. They had come to tell them that the Scourge was beginning to advance, and has already begun to infect cities both in the Horde and in the Alliance. The Guild, or course, had no love for the Alliance, so the Trolls cared little for their plight, even the plight of the Forsaken or the Blood Elves didn't seem to phase them much. Once they had heard of the Scourge moving into Durotar, transforming Orc and Troll alike, they soon became concerned. These were stubborn Trolls, they did not like to forgive or forget the past misdeeds of their now 'allies', but the Horde was where their trust lied. When Troll and Orc fought side by side, that bond would never break. They agreed to help the Argent Dawn fight back the Scourge, from their base in Stranglethorn, they would move teams of priests into the Port of Ratchet, from there, Orgrimmar.
The Guild needed a name, something they could call themselves to show both support from the Argent Dawn and in turn, their proud allegiance to the Horde.
The Dawntusk,The Horde's first strike force against the onslaught of death that would roll over their lands in the coming days. Re'zo was one of the younger priests, sent over during the first wave to train under the guidance of the Horde in the mists of battle, to forge him into a priest of war. He understood in these times, one had few allies, and that he must try to put his differences aside. They may not like Blood Elves, but if they don't help to cure an infected one, it'll just become another mindless drone of the Lich King. Staff in hand, his signature red robes draped around his Troll body, he would wander Kalimdor, healing those infected, and fleeing from those who had been changed until such time that he would become a force to be reckoned with.
Such will all the Priests be with the Rise of the Dawntusk.