The War Tribe Story

Murka kicked up a bit of sand as he wandered the hot dunes of Tanaris. He could almost imagine the cool shade of the lumbing mountains just on the outskirts of the desert. Thoughts of the Sandfury tribe causing him to wince as he remembered his father: Fon’jin, a servant under Chief Ukorz Sandscalp and leader of a nomadic group of dark shaman who wandered the desert looking for a pack of ghost wolves. Outcasting himself from the Sandfury did not worry Murka, though he would need to find food and water.
The day aged as he came upon a rocky cliff, a strong breeze crept up over the peeks of the dry rock, and a smell of damp foliage enticed Murka. He pressed his hand against the cliff, his callused fingers found a hold on the brittle stone as he pulled his feet off of the sand. Before he could adjust his weight to continue scaling the rock a dark blast appeared close enough to the right side of his head that his tusks vibrated violently. He lost his balance and turned in mid air as he landed back onto the sand. Two Sandfury Witch Doctors, dressed in dark silk robes with small animal skulls tied to dangling strings, arched their arms down as they summoned another dark bolt of shadow energy. Murka quickly drew his blade and dodged one radiating bolt as it smashed against the rock behind him. He lunged at one witch doctor, kicking him in the face as he spun angrily slicing the arm off the second just before his shadow bolt was finished. The summoned shadow energy, unable to be completed by the now injured witch doctor, pulsed and exploded. The energy pushed open the witch doctors torso, the force from the blast sent both pieces of the troll into the sand. “joo pays fo dat ssSul’Thraze!” spoke the Sandfury Witch Doctor as he began running away from the carnage. Murka paused and repeated the name in his head ‘Sul’Thraze’ a term that ment ‘lashing blade’. It was a rare thing to be named something out of the ordinary for the Sandfury, and Murka liked this name. from that moment out he was known as Sul’Thraze.
Sul’Thraze climbed the sand crags slowly, occasionally the rock would break lose and he would have to act fast before he painted the bottom of the ledge with his blood. As he reached the top he only had a moments notice before a large bird swooped past him, almost knocking him off the rock. Its calls where raspy and echoed along the cliff. The encounter startled Sul’Thraze and almost threw him off balance. The reptilian looking bird flew out over the cliff and glided across the desert sands. Sul’Thraze had never seen such a creature before, and wondered how often it visited the desert. The sweet smell of plants continue to draw Sul as he pushed himself up over the mountain ridge. He feasted his eyes on a lush tropical wonderland, a sight he had only heard about by the seers of his tribe. He almost stumbled over the jagged stone as he brought himself to the other side of the mountain and began scaling down.
The night came and went, the trees emanated shrill animal noises, large scaled beasts passed slowly though the swamp like terrain ripping large leaves off with their strange mouths. He held his sword out, swinging the blade against vines, carving himself a path through the wilderness. It wasn’t long before he heard Zandali, he sniffed the air and crouched down behind a tree watching a group of war painted warriors sitting in front of a fire. These trolls where physically different, mostly because their skin was not burnt by the sun, and their hands and feet weren’t as badly callused. They growled more at each r. Sul stepped forward out from behind the bush, unaware that his most dangerous foe could in fact be another troll. The warriors jumped to their feet and drew their swords. Sul held up his hands, dropping his sword “brudahss…” he spoke. The three warriors relaxed and looked him over, immediately noticing the blade lying out of reach amongst the forest moss. They spoke in a strange dialect, mostly grunts and growls, consoling with each other before all three of them looked at Sul again.
“joo be dat craz’eh kizork dat took down two Sandfury Witch Doct’ahs yesta’deh!” one blurted out.
“an ‘chu a sandfurr’eh?” another growled.
“Ah lef’da tribe… ah be alone nao…” Sul spoke calmly, still holding his hands in the air.
The three trolls laughed, almost in unison. “Den why not join da horde brudah!? We be welcom’en all da lona’s an out’casts. ‘elp us fight agains da Alliance, we alread’eh kno’chu be good wit da sword.”
Sul relaxed and smiled “ah’d like dat.”
One of the trolls throws Sul a rope "e'ah. not all da horde be welcom'en ya, so joo start by work'en ta gain tha fav'ah o Fon'dagek."
Sul looked at the rope in his hand. the sharp fibers gave its weight a sense of strong tangibility, Sul saw this as his new life a new beginning. Sul grabbed the rope and pulled strongly.
The group of trolls walked into the camp dragging large heavy lumber along with strong woven ropes. Doors of the lumber fort slowly swung open as a large male orc walked out accompanied by a tall old troll. The troll darted his eyes immediately toward Sul searching his features. Sul nodded toward the old troll in a respectful manor though the troll did not move as his eyes fixed upon Sul's. Uneasy, Sul shifted his weight.

outline:
1. sul meets Fon'dagek the elder, his actions are judged
2. the group of dark-spear who take him with them back to Orgrimmar.
3. he is then presented to Vol'jin, who seems busy with his plans to take back the echo islands. and shows a sense of distrust to the sandfury.
4. thrall speaks with Fon'dargek about Sul. and decides that he is welcome to stay in Orgrimmar. but he is required to be civil. and he must also perform tasks to help the Horde.
a. he is expected to hunt, and gather. working between Razor Hill and Orgrimmar
b. he is given a sword and a shield and is sent out to defend the shores of Durotar.
c. he helps out a young injured orc return from fighting the humans in Durotar.
d. thrall sees this and asks him to visit Silvermoon to send a letter to one of Quel'Thalas's mages. he is instructed to spend a few days in the city to understand their culture. for Thrall knew Sul had not been in any such place.
5. Sul visits silvermoon and is taken-aback by the atmosphere.
a. finishes his task and visits a tavern.
b. is attacked by an elf thinking that he is apart of the Amani.
c. is hurt badly, but is taken in by a priest that serves in the city walls as a healer and speaker of the light.
6. Sul falls in love with the priestess and asks for her hand in merrage.
a. does not have a formal wedding. and impregnates the priests.
b. sul returns to the deserts of tanaris to search for the ghost wolves. still obsessed by the drive to capture that which his father had failed at.
7. Sul as a failing father. and Faedael's encouragement to start the War Tribe.
a. a fight breaks out between Faedael's close friend and Zul. Zul moves out of Silvermoon and takes refuge in Orgrimmar. he feels out of place.
b. Sul runs into Bansi. they work together to gather the lost trolls who have found their way into Orgrimmar. turns out there are amy trolls wishing to join the horde who are not darkspear.
c. with Bansi's help Sul forms the beginning of War Tribe. the collection of trolls that meet after their daily duities to help the horde.
8. Sul confronts Thrall about forming the tribe. Vol'jin is suspicious and speaks out.
a. there is a fear that the Sandfury is going to form an agressive following.
b. Sul and Bansi attempt to demonstrate their alliance to the Horde by helping thrall banish the Burning Blade threat from Durotar. during their encounter a troll rogue attempts to assasinate Sul and Bansi.
c Sul returns to Orgimmar with blood and a few broken bones. Bansi carrying him to thrall. the task had be finished to destroy the Burning Blade but it was obviouse that there where aggressions toward Sul and Bansi.
d. Thrall allows for the formation of the War Tribe. he chuckles at the name as Sul tells Thrall that all tribes are ware tribes when they defend themselves. they where just being honest.
9. The Begining of the War Tribe, and Ethfar.