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Name: Kreska Redworg
Affiliation: Horde/Earthen Ring
Appearance: Kreska is 6’6” and powerfully built with broad, muscular shoulders. Her head is clean shaven except for a single black lock that hangs down her back, to her knees, in a thick braid. Her skin is a dark olive green and her eyes are light brown.
Equipment: When facing battle she prefers to wear a snug-fitting leather vest that leaves her arms bare and allows for a greater range of motion. Her pants are leather as well, but reinforced with chain mail that fits over the outside of them. She always goes barefoot except in the most extreme cold. Kreska dual wields two large, wickedly spiked maces.
Skills: When she was younger and more reluctant in her training, her tutors tried to steer her down the path of healer. As she grew older though and what natural talent she had with the elements waned from neglect, they relented and allowed her to follow her own path. She blossomed under this new training regimen and became a ferocious front line fighter, weaving elemental spells and powers seamlessly in with her own martial skill.
History: Kreska was born in an internment camp and was still a small child when Thrall freed the Orcs and sailed to Kalimdor. Her parents, both of whom were peons, were sent north with the Warsong clan to harvest the lumber of Ashenvale Forest. She will never forget the attacks of the Night Elves or the terror she felt hiding with her parents in the lumber camp, cowering as Cenarius tore through the orcish defenders. Though she is distrustful at best toward all Alliance races, nothing compares to the borderline-fanatical hatred she harbors for the Kaldorei. Almost as frightening as the elves were the Warsong warriors themselves, after drinking the demonic blood. Seeing first-hand what it did to the proud orcish warriors, Kreska knew at a young age that the Burning Legion was nothing but evil. After Grom Hellscream slew Mannoroth and freed the orcs once again, she began to idolize him and, by extension, almost all warriors. Unlike her timid parents, she aspired to do greater things with her life than toil away in a mine or lumber camp. Though she still holds great respect for Thrall and most other shaman, she spent the entirety of her young life training to become a warrior. It was her sole dream and she honed her skills with the axe and bow for years, determined to pass her trial when she came of age. Unfortunately, the spirits had other plans for her.
After the founding of Orgrimmar, Kreska’s family moved to Durotar and began operating a small hog farm. Shortly before her coming of age trial, she accidentally let it slip to her parents that she heard voices. She had, in fact, hidden the secret for over a year. Fearing some sort of insanity or demonic taint, her frightened parents quickly took her before the local shaman, who forced her to tell him in detail what she heard. She described for him the gentle whispers carried on the wind, the murmured words in running water, the quiet hissing sounds of a campfire, and the rumbling muttered phrases of the earth. After that first conversation, he became convinced that she was being called by the spirits and insisted she forgo her warrior trial and start down the path of shaman. Her parents were thrilled, she was horrified. After hours of arguments and an incredible amount of parental and social pressure, she grudgingly agreed to try her hand at shamanism. She found success, but, to her teachers’ great frustration, it is too often limited by her own unwillingness and stubborn pride.
Kreska eagerly left for Outland with the opening of the Dark Portal, intent on obliterating the Burning Legion and reclaiming her ancestors’ home world for the Orcs. What she found was a shattered world, all but destroyed by actions of her own race. The elements themselves rejected her, too wounded and angry to head her calls. Faced with her peoples’ shame, she bent all of her will on restoring balance to Outland and regaining the trust of the Spirits. She remained there for several years, mostly in Shadowmoon Valley and making occasional journeys to Nagrand.
It was on one of these trips that she heard of Thrall joining the Earthen Ring and relinquishing leadership of the Horde to Garrosh Hellscream, the son of her most idolized hero. While she still had the deepest respect for Thrall for everything he had done for the Orcish race, she was keenly interested in how the Horde would change with the son of mighty Grom at the reigns.
She returned to Azeroth, only slightly more tempered with age, and has begun to rekindle her ties with the Earthen Ring. She later joined the reformed Borean Patrol (see other thread) and was impressed with their work in Deepholm.
Reason: Surviving member of the Borean Patrol.