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About Bhuma

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  • Birthday 12/03/1975
  1. I'd like to start some weekly Horde RPPVP events. They will start at an undisclosed location and most likely end up as some form of world pvp objective. Fridays and Saturdays @ 4pm. Contact in game for further information.
  2. Bhuma

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    (( Hehe yeah, i had to quit wow for a while. Too much was going on. I really didn't expect to come back... =D ))
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    I did dream of of something else. She was somehow mystical, this elven druid. Not by trade, but by very birth. Did I eat her? I.. hope.. not? I have taken to the wine, I must admit. Between that and the cacti, who knows. I do believe I have earned a weapon though. Tomorrow I will report. Some cow too... Spotted? AAAHHHH..... the frickin' pain in my ears! I can't remember a damn thing! What the @#$! happened to me?
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    ((Whoa, where am I? Anyway, someone today mentioned wanting to form some kind of rp guild alliance. Perhaps an rp chat channel? Is there such a thing?))
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    Honestly, I can't even remember how I got here. Anyway, Orgrimmar is my hometown. I'm pretty sure I was born in one of her warm, peaceful alleys. Last I remember I was seeking another vision. Perhaps I shouldn't have substituted the cacti in my cactus apple suprises. I was enjoying the night air when this incredible darkness came over me. I couldn't breath, I was drowning in time... and then. I was but a calf, wandering the streets freely. Everyone was so friendly then. There was an old orcish shaman who would always give us water. Sweet nectar seemed to flow from her very feet. So young, we were oblivious to the war beyond our sanctuary's walls. But there was one day a terrible sound. The ground shook as the sound of horses' hooves overtook the simple laughter that once permeated the heart of this town. I remember the shaman, a horse, a sword... blood. It was then I became a hunter. I would eat the very heart of any such demon in my path. By blood I swore it! Tearing apart my jerken, a child of only 10, I burst into a ferocious form and charged the fiend fearlessly. My brutal claws tore into the beasts flesh like a sharp hatchet into soft wood. This was my true form. The form of the wild.
  6. Bhuma

    Tribal Fury

    "Go immediately to Bloodhoof. There is a druid waiting to meet you. Make haste, her enemies approach!" (( =D ))
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    The Tauren of the village were awe struck. Why has this creature risked life and limb travelling through such dangerous lands to their village? Did she not fear the hatred for her race felt among many of the Horde? Overall, they were curious. The Tauren are by nature peaceful and they did not feel threatened by the naked elf. After speaking amongst themselves for sometime, one of the villagers approached her. It was an elderly cow who came near. She wrapped a thick kodo hide around the delicate body which was colored something like the sky. "Come, we will feed you." She motioned with her hands. Amadare followed her into a small tent on a small hill overlooking the village.
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    Somewhere in the wild Bhuma also slept. But when he awoke he was lost. Darkness was in all directions, no light, no sound. The whole world had become empty. He could feel the earth beneath his hooves, but it felt like no earth he could remember. There was no wind. Bhuma called out, "Can anyone hear me?" No answer came. He stood there, wherever he was, and waited in silent meditation. In the distance he heard a faint rushing sound. It was coming toward him, but from all directions. He could feel the vibrations in the air intensifying. A very faint glow now accompanied the sound, which was getting louder and louder and louder. As the sound grew, the light grew and in what seemed to be a flash Bhuma was inundated by them. Whoosh! The sound and light poured over him. Boom! Darkness again. It felt like someone had picked him up and thrown him down. Consciousness was coming to him very gradually. He heard music now, birds. And there was a familiar fragrance overtaking his snout. As his vision cleared the place was unmistakable. "Moonglade... but how?" As he peered upward it dawned on him that it was not a tree underneath which he stood. The high branches were antlers, the roots were hooves, and the trunk was a stag whose head was the body of a demigod. Remulos spoke gently, "Easy Bhuma, I brought you here for good reason. You will need my help for what is to come."
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    ((CHAPTER 2: THE DREAM)) Shakta had been travelling for what seemed to be ages. He was making his way to the Crossroads, for he knew many a hero crossed paths there. He wanted to find others to join in their mission but he did not want to be hasty. Before someone could be accepted into the fold they must show true dedication to their purpose. Upon his arrival, he was thrilled to see Azshura already there. Her soft, snow white hair almost sparkled in the bright sun. The Earthmother was very kind to create such a beautiful creature for all to see. "Hail, Brother! I am glad you came." Her voice was just as much a blessing as the sight of her. After speaking to the inhabitants of the isolated barrens outpost, Azshura and Shakta found themselves charged with many a task. They made a list of their missions, referenced a map, and planned their course. As they walked down the dusty road toward their first bounty, they noticed an orc that was heading in the same direction. His hammer and shield had seen battle, but he was no mere warrior. Shakta sensed the elements were drawn to this green skinned adventurer. He must be a shaman. Shakta called our, "Hello! We are heading the same way. Would like to give us your company?" The shaman stopped and turned. "You speak our orcish tongue well, black haired bull. I would be pleased to join you. I am Gohku, what should I call you?" Wanting to be involved in the conversation, Azshura cut in. "His name is Shakta. Azshura is mine. And we are glad to meet you." As they walked they shared stories. By the time they reached the coast is was approaching dark. The band of now three made camp and not long after they fell into sleep.
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    Azshura arrived at the Village and after some poking around found the druid she sought. She introduced herself, "Greetings Bhuma, my name is Azshura. I was sent by your brother, Shakta. He told me of your vision and I feel that it is mine to share." Bhuma replied, "Yes, I had a feeling someone would come. Though I did not know who. It is not by chance that we are meeting this day. Come, let us sit by the water and talk." He continued, "The worlds are in great danger. Darkness fills every shaded place. We must become a light unto this darkness, and dispell it. We must find those among our people and the other races who would give their lives to the Earth Mother's cause. The orcs and the trolls are both a shamanic people. Surely there are many of them who will answer this call. As for the Forsaken, I cannot say. Perhaps there is some remnant of kinship to the earth buried deep within them... perhaps not." "I agree with what you say, brother. Let the Earth Mother guide our steps and may our journey be successful." She was pleased with their meeting and was eager make her way across Azeroth and beyond in search of those who's feet are firmly rooted in the Earth Mother's blessed soil. Azshura and Bhuma then went their seperate ways.
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    ((This vision is not limited to the Tauren per se. Many of Azeroth's humanoid races have an element of nature worship/reverence embedded deep in their culture. Because of political and linguistic barriers however, the involvement of the Kaldorei (or any other Alliance race for that matter) is doubtful. That is, unless some means of communication can be established or a vision similar to Bhuma's has risen amongst them.))
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    Bhuma went to the home of his brother, Shakta. He stayed in a small hut outside Camp Narache where he studied the ways of the shaman under the tutelage of Meela Dawnstrider. The two brothers greeted one another with a hearty salute. Bhuma explained his vision to Shakta, who listened intently. Shakta had been waiting for an omen of this kind for some time. He grew tired of his daily routine and wanted to find adventure. He wondered if his brother's prophecy would be the answer to his prayers. The two sat by the fire late into the night. They ate a good meal and reminisced of their peaceful childhood, eventually falling asleep. Shakta awoke just before dawn and Bhuma was already gone. Shakta had work to do. He needed to hone his skills. He needed to prepare himself for the journey ahead. The tauren in his camp were eager to help him, and they all gave him tasks to test his courage and strength. As he was hunting the plains to the south he noticed a young tauren cow stalking the same prey as he. She noticed him as well and they decided to hunt together. As they hunted, Shakta told her of his brother's vision. She liked the idea of fighting for such a cause. It reminded her of the stories of the Shu'Halo her grandmother would tell her as a child. She had always wanted to emulate these ancient protectors of the wild. It is for this very reason she took to the druidic path. Perhaps the news of this vision is no coincidence at all. Perhaps she was meant to be here, in this time, among these people. When they parted ways, Shakta told her that she might find his brother at Bloodhoof Village. He had visited the village the day before and may still be lingering there. They thanked eachother for their mutual aid and bade one another farewell. Her hooves now carried her in one direction, straight toward Bloodhoof Village.
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    Upon reaching Bloodhoof Village, Bhuma greeted Baine with respect. Remembering the many times Bhuma had defended his village from invaders in the past, Baine affectionately smiled saying, "Why have you come, my brother. Tell me of your travels. Have you been well?" Bhuma replied, "I have had a vision, brother. One which I hope you can help me understand." Bhuma then elaborated the vision, leaving no detail to spare. It was still fresh in his mind, for he had come straight away to tell the tale. Baine was pleased to hear Bhuma's description. This was surely a good omen. He thought for a moment and then spoke. "Although I am not the most qualified, I will give you my interpretation of your vision, Bhuma. The faithful children are those of any race who share in our reverence for the ancient ways of the Earth People. If not banded together, they will remain scattered among the worlds like leaves scattered in a great storm, unable to stand firm in their resolution. However, once banded together they will support eachother like the hides bound to form the walls of a great lodge giving shelter to all who enter. Once built, this lodge must be defended as a sacred place. Those who enter will protect and guide eachother, always offering a helping hand and heart. Seeing all of the worlds as home, this nation will rise up and defend not only Mulgore, but the natural world everywhere. Thus, I interperet your vision Bhuma. Go forth and make it so." Bowing to the great son of Cairne, Bhuma set out.
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    ((CHAPTER 1: THE VISION)) Bhuma thought long and hard as he gazed out from the steep walled mesa over the tranquil plains of Mulgore. A fine mist cooled his breath, which was all but labored from the treacherous climb. He wondered about the direction that the races of Azeroth were heading. He wondered what would be left of the land after the fires of war had burned them to ashes once more. Praying to the holy Earth Mother for guidance, he took one long puff from his beautifully carved peace pipe. As he exhaled, the thick smoke told a story and he listened. "Bring together my faithful children, lest they be lost. Build a strong nation to preserve the ancient ways. Protect each other and those in your charge. Do not tolerate the abuse of your kind, for you will be known as guardians of the earth and her children. Stand up my child and fight!" As the sun rose higher in the sky the vision faded. He thought to himself, "I do not know how to fulfill this prophecy, perhaps Baine will have some insight into this vision. He surely shares his father's wisdom in these matters."