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  1. "Do you remember? When we were free, when the Earthmother ran her fingers through our manes with each gust?" Full name: Ankoba Earthwhisper (Fr. Warhoof.) Age: 33 Race: Tauren Gender: Male Hair: Brown Skin color: Lightbrown/white mottled. Eyes: Blue Height: 8'0 Weight: 550 Place of Residence: Wandering, at the behest of the Earthmother Birthplace: Somewhere in Mulgore, prior to the settling of Thunder Bluff Languages: Orcish, Taur'ahe Occupation: Shaman (fr. Brave) Likes: Fishin
  2. It's been a bad day. One of the worst I've had in a while. I fumbled everything. I literally fell off the ground. That I'd happened to land amidst a small group of people, one of which I knew, well that turned out not to be all that great either. I ate... of course I ate. Over the last few days, I have not been satisfied until I was near to bursting and then, the pain of it finally drowned out the craving. The all-encompassing need to consume, to chew, to swallow, to fill. Some of the time I had to access to real edible food. Sometimes I was not so lucky. I've eaten pinecones. Tree bark.
  3. The call has been sent out for Tauren of all tribes to gather under the Golden Bull once more, and the message is simple: The Horns of the Shu'halo answer the calls of Thunder Bluff. We safeguard our culture, our way of life, and our lands from any that would threaten them. This includes our place in the Horde and her cities across all of the lands. Breygrah Ragetotem has again taken up the mantle of Chieftain and brothers and sisters young and old are welcome to join us in service to our people. Meet on the Elder Rise in Thunder Bluff in the Great Tent before the bonfire on the 8
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    Get together and discuss what we are doing. Need some help with something? Have an idea? Bring it to the bonfire before Baine on the High Rise. This is an informal meeting and all of the Horde's peaceful citizens are welcome to attend.
  5. Those appointed Horns of the Shu’halo by Cairne, and now his son Baine, have come and gone over the years, but they have never quite gone away. They have always aimed to preserve the Shu’halo way of life for their own continued prosperity, and for a high quality of life of future generations. If they were not to take on the mantle of preserving their world and way of life, who would pick it up? Breygrah Ragetotem has again lifted the old banner of the Horns, and seeks anyone that hears the call. Whether it be by word of mouth, postings in various major settlements, the draw of nature or t
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    All that hear the call are to gather in Thunder Bluff on the Elder Rise at the eight bell.
  7. Anejodi, or stickball, is a traditional full contact Shu'halo sport. Anejodi is a shu'halo word meaning "little brother of war" and is a game invented during a dark time in tauren history when tribes still warred on one another. The game taught younglings to work together, to not fear injury in close combat, and improved hand-eye coordination before they were old enough to ride in true battle. Today, the games are still held at least once during the year to solve minor tribal disputes, to bring the community together in friendly competition, and to remember an important part of racial history.
  8. Lomani stands beneath the larger of two pine trees at the game grounds, grateful for their cooling shadows. She looks around. The stack of sticks she has made is on the ground, ready to be passed out. Lomani herself would be using the one made by a shy elf she'd met in the Brokenspear tavern. She wonders idly if she had managed to help the socially terrified man at all. She hopes so. Out in the sunshine following his nose, her kodo ambles without care. His saddle is loosened, and he has not a thing to worry about. Unlike her. As usual, Lomani feels a fluttering within the pit of her stoma