The Mountain Never Bends

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The Mountain Joins the Chain

Conclusion After many days of resting and exploring the lands of Mulgore and the winding paths of Thunder Bluff, it was time for the Highmountain to move onward, seeking out the Wolfmane they’d heard so much of. Accompanied by the son of the chieftain, Khonsi Featherspear, they boarded one of the goblin Zeppelins set to cross the great sea. After a week of travel aboard the airship, the goblin Sky-Captain brought the vessel alongside the dock at the bridge across the Thandol Span. The Highmountain eagerly embarked, and had no difficulty in locating the signs of the Wolfmane’s recent migration. Across the wild moors of the Highlands, they tracked the Wolfmane, avoiding the gaze of raptors and huge spiders as they grew closer to their final destination. At last, they arrived at the gates of Hammerfall where the Wolfmane made their camp while in the Highlands. Beneath the wooden gates, they made their case to the Wolfmane’s Chieftain, Karanga Featherspear, and many of the assembled tribe. Gifts of hospitality were presented, water from the wells of Mulgore and sweet honey from Highmountain and a welcome feast was called for the following evening. With their acceptance into the Wolfmane secured the Highmountain joined the Wolfmane in introductions and small talk, getting to know their new brothers and sisters long into the night. They had found the end of their long journey, and begun a new path, one which they would now walk among new friends and family (Thank you all for enjoying the side-story of Wolfmane members bringing their IC alts into the tribe in our own way!) 

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Humla’s Thoughts

Thunder Bluff was a marvel. The stunning views from its high rises were enough to make Humla envy the Skyhorn their eagles. All afternoon she’d explored the winding paths between merchants and homes, finding little surprises along the way. The Tauren themselves had been all too welcoming, though not like the other Rivermane would have been back home. Kalimdor was a harsher land than Highmountain, that much was apparent. The city prospered, yes, but without the abundance of the river, the peoples of Mulgore lead leaner lives than she was used to. Now she lay upon a soft mat in the Wolfmane's lodge in Thunder Bluff waiting to feel the tug of sleep that her mind and body craved. The sounds of others moving about the lodge felt familiar and yet strange, each creak and shuffle stirring a new thought for all that Humla tried to force her mind to rest. As they'd walked through the orc's city and the long stretch of the Barrens Humla had only felt a curious sense of wonder and astonishment. Here in Mulgore, it was different. There was a peaceful sense of daily life along the long plains that called to her. It was the same since she'd felt among her own people, and in Riverbend whenever they'd returned. Seeing all the little families here on the Bluff, children playing between tents, and elders telling stories under awnings hung with windchimes reminded her both of home, and of how very far from it she was. A pang stuck in Humla’s throat and she rolled over towards the wall so that none of the others yet awake would see the heavy tears that rolled down her face. Would she yet see the spring rise in the whitewater? Would she ever know the embrace of her family again? Would she see her sisters grow into themselves as she had under the watchful eyes of the Pinefur elders? Would she ever smell the sweet scent of pine and dust on the morning wind? With a muffled sniff she dried her face, choking back the swell of homesickness. This place might not be home yet, but there were those that relied on her already, and among them perhaps a family yet to be found. The faces of those that had traveled beside her sprang to her mind, their stories already interwoven like the branches of new saplings fallen from the same tree. The brothers, Azkahe and Iawasha, sparked her curiosity. Like her, their blood ran with both the river and the stone, but they'd each grown up embracing a different path. She could see herself balanced between them, one part of her swayed by Azkahe's visions and thoughtful insight, another swept up in Iawasha's headstrong longing to charge in, antlers first. There was much she could learn from each of them, given the time. Young Hossa, with her blend of timidness, curiosity, and exuberance reminded Humla so much of her sisters that sometimes it was hard not to call the Skyhorn girl by their names. Her questioning and seemingly boundless excitement impressed Humla and inspired her to look twice at this strange new world and it's odder elements. Hossa's initial nervousness and her passion for learning all she could reminded Humla of the things she wanted to protect and preserve, the reasons she'd taken up the brave's path in the first place. The fleeting glimpses she'd seen of Varjack had left her curious, for even now she couldn't remember if she'd seen their face outside of the great cat form they seemed to prefer, so tied to their beast form had her mind become. Nothing seemed to escape their notice, and many times in the journey through the lands she'd been impressed by their ability to track or spot new things on the horizon. The Pathfinder in her saw potential there and wondered what else the druid might have to share if given the voice to speak it. And then there was Luka. Humla had the impression of a friendly and courageous companion, the sort of stalwart friend you came to count on in tough times. Every time she looked at the Skyhorn it seemed she noticed some new critter that Luka had taken up with. Where had they come from? Humla felt a pang of guilt as she realized how little she'd gotten to know of the hunter in their long trek to Thunder Bluff. There had been others too, faces that had come and gone, or those she'd lost sight of after taking on the mark of their Wayfinder. The little knot of guilt forged itself into a sense of resolve. Back home she'd watched as her grandfather and uncles had taken turns leading the crews that'd harvest and prepare the trees for the long trek back to Thunder Totem. The good ones among them seemed to know her better than she knew herself sometimes and had sought out her council whenever they thought her strengths would lead them to the right answer. She'd always taken pride in that, in contributing to the family, to the crew, in her own way. She should treat these brave folks she walked beside with no less courtesy, and not let the mantle deposited on her shoulders distract her from what really mattered. Sleep would not come easily, and for many hours yet Humla lay awake, planning and fretting for the rest of the journey that still lay ahead.

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Hossa’s Journal

Hossa had wandered off from the group, her curiosity getting the best of her for exploring the city. She was looking around blissfully, a small fire in her eye to acquire new clothes. “I am absolutely sweltering in this armor, maybe better leathers or something,” Hossa mumbled to herself, making her way to a vendor. To her surprise the vendor was friendly and gave her some fresh robes for only some silver. Dawning her new robes, she walks around the city to find a good nook to admire the view. Hossa found herself on a totem behind a building, perching herself so that her feet were dangling over the edge of the cliff. She smiled, gazing upon the beautiful view of Mulgore and the distant Bloodhoof village. “Look out there Rivena, It’s so beautiful. I feel like I could live here forever,” her thoughts trail for a moment, pulling out her notebook. She flipped through a couple pages, finding some information. She came across a page that had a crude Horde and Alliance symbol sketched on the top of the pages. She looked over her notes: “Horde,” She began, seemingly talking to her nestling perched next to her, “Honor, Bloody war, Sacrifice, Glory, a large amount of Tusks.” She looked to the other side, the Alliance side of the page, “Alliance: Honor, Structure, Monarchy, Lion, Weird noses.” She giggled a bit at her own notes, but she sighed “I don’t think I would feel comfortable pledging myself with this Horde that my people have affiliated with, or any faction for that matter. It seems like I’ll learn a lot less if I pick a faction. So if I stay then I’ll be forced to join this Horde faction. So no matter how beautiful this place is Rivena,” She frowned, “We can’t stay.” Rivena cawed loudly in response. She thought for a moment longer, “I hope we find this Wolfmane soon. They can provide this neutral protection don’t’cha think Rivena?” Hossa’s bird began to prune it’s feathers, seemingly not listening anymore. Hossa giggled, looking back to her notebook. She flipped through until she found a sketch of the Great gate, “Oh This is one of my best sketches!” she praised, “It was so big and massive, no one can get through something that strong and pretty! And it led to here…” she stopped herself. She could no longer gush about the area unless she was going to stay. She shook her head silently. Hossa flipped through a couple more pages, smiling at her crude sketches of the animals her group found in the Barrens. “Wow,” she commented “I wrote and drew a lot since we went through that weird portal to the Orc capital place. We have seen and experienced so much since we got here, it’s almost surreal. I’m happy that this is more of a guided adventure because if I went alone I know for a fact I would’ve been kidnapped by this Horde and put into servitude.” She worriedly looks around, hoping that any of the guards or Horde fanatics heard her. She quieted herself, putting her hand over the pages of her notebook. Her paranoia skyrocketed when a guard passed by her perch, holding a large and intimidating sword. The guard looked at Hossa, their peering eyes searching for some kind of information. Hossa smiled softly at the guard, attempting to mask her bitter fear and fright, “Hello, just sketching this beautiful view.” The guard looked down her Hossa’s notebook, nodding and continued on their way. Her eyes darted back and forth until the guard left her vicinity. She breathed a sigh of relief, looking back to the pages of her notebook. Hossa’s brow furrowed, her eyes becoming heavy. “I wish I was brave.” The statement hit her hard, closing her notebook and looking back out into the horizon. She looked to her nestling, a small smile creasing on her face. “I’ve been brave so far, right Rivena?” after a moment of no response she sighed “You’re a bird, you understand me but you can’t talk back. Oh well.” She looked back out. “I mean, I have been brave so far. I took my mother’s advice and came to this brand new land, and I only hid behind Iawasha twice!” she nodded, attempting to convince herself that she was super brave for being here. She giggled at her own attempt. “Rivena, at least we’re being brave together.” Rivena cawed loudly in response, flaring her freshly pruned feathers out. Looking back down at her notebook she flipped a page in her notebook, sketching out the horizon she was admiring. Each detail she drew, almost seemingly entranced by the sunset that was transpiring in front of her. “I can’t help it. It’s so beautiful,” she muttered to herself, completing the sketch. The sketch reminded her of home. Hossa’s mind drifted to her little sister, her mother, Skyhorn overall. “I wonder how Meehaye is? I bet she is enjoying having her own space now. I wonder if she’s missing me?” she looks out, a flurry of questions entering and leaving her mind about her sister and family. “I need to write to them when we reach the Wolfmane. They need to know that I’m safe and happy in this new land.” She flips through to another page, finding her notes about Zangarek and ‘Death Knight’ “My very first interview in Kalimdor, this Death Knight was very cold, but informative.” She looked over her notes from Zangarek. ‘Zangarek; Death Knight, pledged to servitude but threw his tabard thingy down to travel with us to Thunder Bluff. There was a detailed picture of the lich fire he produced in his hand. “It was so cold, but it looked like fire,” she commented. “It’s such a weird power to have. But to basically die for it? Questionable. I need to follow up more.” She looks back down to her notes. Lich fire: Cold to the touch, born from necromancy Similar to forsaken, but forsaken have independent mind Necromany=Domination Death Knight could rebel and be free. Zangarek is free Death Knight Never sleep, but eyes glow like lich fire Hossa smiles, admiring her notes, “I got a lot more notes and sketches to make before I fill this up.” She puts her notebook away, returning to the inn for rest.

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The Mountain Calms

The gentle rolling fields of Mulgore greeted the group of Highmountain as they set out from their camp at the base of the Great Gate. By the Wayfinder’s guidance they traveled down the main road leading to Thunder Bluff. Even from the road the group observed small stands of pine trees, some of which held evidence of harpy nests.

They had not been on the road for long before they met one of the wandering Shu’halo on the road. Anoko was also traveling towards Thunder Bluff, and suggested a more scenic, and shorter, walk across the plains themselves. Feeling ready for some soft grass under their hooves again the group agreed and set off towards Thunder Bluff with Anoko joining them.

After observing more Kodo and Plainstriders the group ran into a strange Orc who seemed to be under the command of the nearby goblins. The Death Knight was bound to them by the command of their leader, but after recognizing Humla’s chevron of leadership he accepted an order from her to join their group on their travels. Now freed from his goblin masters Zangrek traveled alongside the Highmountain, answering many questions about his nature and that of death knights in general for the curious Hossa to record in her journal.

The rest of their journey across the plains carried them swiftly to Thunder Bluff, where they passed between the tall mesas before coming to the lift. Upon ascending to the second rise Anoko and Zangrek bid the group farewell and set off upon their own tasks.

With their first goal achieved the group set out to explore Thunder Bluff, eventually ascending the great totem to the highest rise. There they sat themselves near the gathering fire and shared a meal. In short time the gaggle of Highmountain caught the attention of Khonsi Featherspear.

This generated much excitement, and none more so than from Azkahe, who had seen some visions of a feathered spear in his dreams of late. From Khonsi they learned of the Wolfmane’s campgrounds in the Highlands of the Eastern Kingdoms.

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Gate Camp at the entrance of Mulgore.

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A troll makes us pay a toll via trickery and questions...

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Part 2: The Mountain Multiplies

(submitted by Mahanoke) After stopping to rest and recover their supplies at the Crossroads the Highmountain began to make plans to travel to Thunder Bluff. Ulanu Bluffstrider, the tauren that had hosted them during their time at the Crossroads encouraged the group to choose one of their number to act as the leader for the duration of their travels. So it was that Humla Pinehoof was promoted to be the group’s Wayfinder. Ulanu gifted her with a metal chevron to mark her as the leader. 

Ulanu offered to take them as far as the oasis but was ordered back to his duties by his commanding officer. As a favor to him, the Commander lead the small party to the edge of the Great Divide. 

 Upon reaching the top of a small mountain the group was able to see much of the barren landscape, including the great divide that tore the two halves of the land apart. A plan was made to travel to the coast, and though the way down the mountain was treacherous at times the group made it to the water in one piece. 

As the group began to cross the small ford they were stopped by a mysterious troll. After quizzing a number of the group with a series of odd questions the Troll was unceremoniously hoisted by his own petard and flung into the ocean. The adventurers were able to continue crossing the channel without any further challenges.

Soon the group came to the tangled wilderness on the southern side of the great divide. Here they traveled through the woods, keeping the edge of the ravine close in sight lest they become lost among the undergrowth. Much to their surprise the very roots and vines of that forest lashed out to attack them, but with determination and the swift aid of their brothers and sisters they were able to break through. 

 As the group traveled further south they passed the ruins of some Tauren encampment that had been sacked and burned. Many of the group marveled at the way war had shaped much of the landscape they’d seen and felt the sorrow of the lingering spirits there. Beyond this grim reminder of war they reached the great gate leading into Mulgore, and at some insistence, they were able to secure passage through the gate. 

 Weary from the long journey and the trials of the road the group agreed to rest at the traveler’s camp by the great gate so that they could arrive in Thunder Bluff refreshed and ready to make a good impression on their Tauren cousins there. 

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Azkahe Crestsong

[Crossroads, Early Morning Twilight] The Rivermane sat stop the small perch on the tree he chose for himself. A look of pure serenity on his form as he sat cross legged and meditated in the flatlands tree.The winds rustle his braids and thick fur along his mane and shoulders, down his arms to his hands. His eyes open and he saw the ancestors of the land answered his queries. “Pinehoof...Hmm.” 

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Ulanu Bluffstrider

As a few solar days passed in the Barrens, Ulanu hosted the Highmountain travelers without a second thought. Learning of their people and he was educating them in the ways of the Barrens. It was very easy for the Highmountain younglings to get acclimated to their surroundings and adapt. However, morning approached and he let them know his time to begin traveling once more was going to approach and he could not protect or host them any longer. Ulanu, the midnight furred bull helped them prepare for their next leg of their journey to find a home for themselves.

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Hossa: The Beginning of a New Adventure

Hossa had come home from a recent hunt to find her mother holding a piece of paper. Her little sister, Meenaye, was playing with a small wooden eagle toy. “What is that Mother?” Hossa questioned. Her brown eyes peered at it quizzically. “It’s a flyer” her mother began, “A thousand gold pieces to start in the land these ‘Horde’ fellows are from.” Hossa dropped her kill right outside the tent, sitting and examining the flyer her mother had.

She knew of these Horde people who have traveled through her village and helped them with the threat of the Legion. “A thousand gold pieces,” Her mother pondered “It’s enough to make a fresh start.” She set the flyer in Hossa’s lap, picking up a large pile of leather and a thick needle. Hossa examined the flyer once more in her own hands. Her eyes drifted upwards “Mother, what are you making?” she tilted her head, trying to make out what it is. “I am making a large travel bag,” her mother responded, not looking up from her stitch work. Hossa’s brow furrowed “Why are you making a travel bag?” “It’s for you,” her mother chuckled “for you to explore the world my little raven.” Hossa’s mouth dropped, completely dumbfounded and automatically hesitant it seemed “M-Me? Leave Skyhorn? Leave Highmountain?” she rambled on for quite some time, reiterating on why she shouldn’t go. Her mother silenced her with a hand motion. 

“My dear Hossa. Your heart is in the skies, but your soul is on the ground.” Her mother continued her stitching, “To let your soul take flight you must go to this new land.” Her mother’s gaze pierced Hossa’s heart, making her fidget. She has seen that gaze before, one of certainty and absolution. “Your heart is too big for the skies of Highmountain.” Hossa leapt up, breaking the gaze. She was unsure, almost clamoring for a response to her mother. Meenaye tugged on Hossa’s leathers, “You need to listen to Mama! But you gotta pwomise! Pwomise to write!” the 5 year old calf smiled widely, staring the exact same way her mother did. “I need to think about this,” Hossa finally stammered out, walking out the tent. 

Before she exited her mother spoke “You had your rites, you are an adult in Skyhorn’s eyes. It is your decision to make.” Hossa huffed out, mounting up her mother’s eagle to go to her place of refuge. She flew higher up the mountain, finally landing on a wide ledge she has made her second home. As she stared at the setting sun, she spoke aloud to herself.

  “Is my mother just trying to push me out? I barely stumbled through my rites in the first place. Maybe this ‘Kalimdor’ is a new start for me. Is my soul to the ground because I refuse to leave? Oh dear ancestor, sky spirit, Should I go and take part in this adventure? What will I do here if I don’t leave?” she made a long whistle to the wind. A small nestling flew up to her, circling above her. The nestling had a vivid black plume, with striking eyes and a yellow beak. It small sizes determined that the nestling just left its mother for the first time.  “Well who are you little one,” Hossa motioned, holding out her hand. The small nestling landed, cawing softly at the Highmountain. 

Hossa gazed at the nestling, gently petting it with her free hand. The bird cawed happily in response, flaring its wings out. “Black fur, well…feathers. Just like me.” She chuckled to herself. She smiled at the nestling “Do you want to explore the world with me?” the nestling flew and landed on Hossa’s shoulder, nuzzling its beak into her neck. She sat there for a while longer, watching the sun fully set behind the horizon and the moon rise triumphantly. 

After some more time, she hopped on her Mother’s war eagle, flying back down to her tent with her family. “I will go,” Hossa declared as she entered. Her mother breathed a sigh of relief, holding up the travel bag to Hossa. “It is complete my little Raven.” Hossa took it into her hands, looking at the detail she put into the bag.

The leather bag was sturdily made, with a wave design and a small raven embroidered onto the side of the bag. “Mother this is beautiful.” Hossa was in awe in how quickly she made the bag and the detail put into it. “My little raven you have grown so much, now it says they are meeting tomorrow midday. Not a lot of time. Pack well.” Her mother’s words shook Hossa. Her mother ushered her sister out of the tent, presumably to leave Hossa alone to pack. She looked around the tent, gathering her things quickly. She knew it was going to take all night to make it to Thunder Totem. She sighed quietly as she packed all of her leathers, bows, and plenty of arrows. Her mother had stood at the door of the tent, holding something small in her hand. “What is that?” Hossa asked, finishing her packing. “This is a totem of our Tribe, Lasan and I have blessed it for you so that you would have a safe journey…” her mother began to cry silently “You’ve grown up my little Raven.” Hossa began to cry as well, going to hug her mother. Her mother placed the totem around her neck, smiling softly “My little Raven, it’s time to go. Take my eagle to Thunder Totem. They’ll return after you’re there.” 

Hossa nodded, exiting the tent and whistling for the Eagle. Rivena swooped down alongside the eagle, flying together as they soared into the night sky towards Thunder Totem

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The Crest Brothers. 

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The various members coming from different parts of the lands around them gather before Azkahe’s overhang makeshift tent. Looking between them all, he explained his distaste and the trust of the papers that were spread all across Highmountain. Not doubting in Mayla’s choices, but unsure of their own paths to take. The Mountain gathered before Azkahe’s little encampment in Thunder Totem. Mostly Skyhorn, but Rivermane and a Bloodtotem have made themselves known as well. Stepping through the mage portal to enter the city, instantaneously, they were thrown into a world unknown before them. An old, scarred orc approached them seeing seven Highmountain just appear out of nowhere and approached then. Speaking in perfect taurahe to them. They all were quite receptive. They learned of a neutral shu’halo tribe called the Wolfmane. Most of the party agreed an adventure would be worth it to meet them before if any decide to join the Horde. With Humla’s keen sense of smell, she pointed onward past the embassy. They followed down the Southfury River along the barren wastelands, or so they thought…there was an abundance of wildlife. Ones that they had never seen before. Striped horses, long necked cattle, angry pigs that stood on two legs.

They came to an outpost, which Hossa read in taurahe about a place called the crossroads. They travelled further into the planes and the expanse was massive, unaware of a giant flying beast that was above them. Nothing like they had ever seen before. Coming across these two-legged pig men once more up close, protecting a basket, they decided to ignore the group of travelers, an orc chasing them for their basket. Upon arriving at the Crossroads, they met a Shu’halo named Ulanu, of a warband who allowed them food and shelter in the Crossroads without much to think about. As they set up their yurt and began to talk. The vibe of the uneasiness had all but been gone, the young ones explored and already had a day’s travel under their belts.. Now already making friends.. They learned they were in a land called ..The Barrens. The Mountain Stands.

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Iawasha Crestwall

Tribe: Bloodtotem 

Eyes: Blue Height: 12'5

Build: Muscular 

Occupation: War Brave Initiate 

Orientation: Unknown

 Alignment: Chaotic Neutral 

 History: Born of a Bloodtotem Warrior and Riverman Shaman, Iawasha Crestwall Stands tall and proud as one of the younger warriors of Highmountain. Being raised with his twin brother Azkahe, until they came of age, Iawasha swore that he would carry on the Crest name, if his brother could not survive the trials. The Rites of Blood were hard on Iawasha, being proud and arrogant, he decided to pit himself against an ettin, the runt of the litter. After almost being killed himself, he removed the creature's head and brought it back to the Blood Alter. Having leased the War Braves, Iawasha was taken into the caves to see what the Elements had to say about the young bull. The elements gave their blessing to the boastful bull. He was now a True Bloodtotem. 

 Background: Iawasha is a brash, hot headed Bloodtotem, and the younger Crest brother. He is still dangerous when within arm's reach. Having been trained with close quarter weapons all his live, he loves the thrill of battle! While hot headed and pride, he is kind of on the stupider side. Getting into verbal debates with his brother over the smallest matters. Sometimes getting into fist fights with Azkahe! 

 Features: Iawasha wears the red paint of the Bloodtotem Tribe, like his mother who taught him the arts of war. He wears a heavy green armor, with a sword and spiked shield. The shield can be used offensively or defensively, whatever the situation calls for!I'll get you a picture when I get home.

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Humla PinefurRivermane Warrior & Pathfinding Lumberjack BasicsRace: Highmountain Tauren Tribe: Rivermane Eyes: Gray-blue Height: Short Build: Stocky Age: Mid-20’s Class: Warrior Spec: Fury Crafts:...

Another has come to the Crest brothers and answered the whispers in the wind. 

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Azkahe Crestsong

Tribe: Rivermane

Eyes: Blue

Height: 11′

Build: Lean, Athletic

Occupation: Watersinger, Alchemist

Orientation: Unknown

Alignment: Chaotic Good

History:

Born of a Bloodtotem mother, a warrior and bulwark for her Tribe and of a Rivermane bull, one who took pride in his crops and his fishing. She became infatuated with the worker at a Thundertotem trading week. She took the bull by the Antlers and took him off to the hills....and then some time later, Azhake was brought into the world, followed shortly by his twin, Iawasha. They were raised together for a time, however when Azkahe came of age, his father took him to the Rivermane village. There, he learned the peaceful yet working ways of agriculture and serenity the Rivermane offered. Going through his rights with ease, he became one with Mu’sha and An’she, by finding his talents in making potions and salves to heal wounds for all Highmountain. He and Iawasha were reunited, different in so many ways after their rights. He was more pensive, serious..where Iawasha was the opposite. One day an unruly band of Harpies attacked them by the shores, and Iawasha was becoming too overencumbered. He lifted his hands and screamed to the sky, a wave from the sea splashed upon the Bloodtotem-minded bull he called brother by blood, and he gained the strength to slay the shrill beasts. Thus, they gained their names, Crestsong and Crestwall. 

Background:

Azkahe is a young Highmountain bull that came of age some years ago. He helped heal the heroes of Azeroth that came barreling through his lands. With their home destroyed by the Drogbar who defected, some of the Horde members stayed behind to help them rebuild what they lost. The only thing Azhake has left of his Rivermane home is his eagle feather his father gave him. He is pensive and will often be brooding while gazing at the expanse around him. Azkahe is quite serious, but can be impish if his more comedic blood brother goads him. His fighting style can be savage, while using waters for healing purposes, he has also been known to drown his opponents threatening his family or people without second thought. He would prefer to keep to wounds and then them instead of fight. 

Features: Azhake dons blue warpaint tattoo’d upon his skin via natural magics. It will not come off, but it can be scarred over. It forms over his chest as well.  He has an eagle feather in his left ear via a silver tarnished hoop