Shorok's blog

  Hayo! Its Shorok Morien, Mist Walker again. With Real ID available if any one out there wants to talk to me on Wyrmrest Accord. Just message my account and I'll give you my E-mail. I understand that its a poor chance that any of you do. But still! Hope every one is enjoying there game!

    My Lords and Ladies, I must bid you all good bye. I've served, battled, horrified, disapointed, and made many both hatefull and loved here for more then four years. But I have left! I've taken my self to the Server named Wrymrest Accord. It has been a great honor knowing you all. You have all made me think better and worse of my self. But alas, no creature is perfect. I wish prosperity to all of you, and those that you share your life with.

 
If any of you find your self on the Accord feel free to look me up. I'll by my ole demonic self as I always am.

  With little to nothing to really say, sense I dont really have anything in common with any of you.

  TTFN!

       Hi! Long time no see. Or type rather... I think I need to start again. Something normal...ish. I love Shorok, I've played him for 4 years.. Though from Warlock to DeathKnight; Or rather Demon caster to Demon Warrior. I dont want to stop playing him nor will I... But! with the new druid skins. I've decided to make a normal. Level one, male druid. Fresh from Mulgore part of the Bloodhoof tribe.

   I am looking for a friend, or <insert witty name here?> Teacher, ally, what not. A fresh druid looking for some friends. Or rather if you know some one. This will be a test of my skills as it is. I've played Shorok for so long I'm not sure how else to act. So if you answer this call be mindfull... Theres a demon hidden in the cats fur....

I hope to hear from...some one...any one... Take care my fellows and writting giants of the Haven. Peace and best wishes to you!

  Shorok.......

Aion is Bad ass! Just got done with the Beta for the weekend. I have to say the game is looking fantastic!  It is so great that Maybe..Just Maybe When it officially comes out I might just Leave WoW to play it...But maybe not!

  Anyways, If any one else got to play Aion this weekend or last or in future weekends. Let me know how it rides all right?! Much love to the Writing titans of Shadow Council! 

PEACE!

         The clear moon and its surounding little lights in the dark ocean called the night sky shone brilliantly. Not a cloud in the sky, of course it was Northrend it was common not to have clouds. The bristling cold chilled even the most stalwart heros and adventures. But not for this one...Not for this warrior of Darkness and Soldier of light. For he was never cold nor hot. He just was. Standing in The Dragonshrine. Shorok Morien, Mist Walker. Keeper of the Horde stood as tall and massive as ever; as a demon warrior of his clan should. Clad in the armor earned on the field of battle for the Horde. A Giant mace strapped to his back. His tail twitched ever so often, though the rest of him sat perfectly still. Like a stone. His eyes percieved a confusion. Seeking an understanding. The demonic runes carved into his scaly hide glowed a deep red, as he twiched his head at his subject of his confusion.  

    Akoo! My new favorite word.. Akoo! I have no idea what it means but it brings a smile to my face. Met a very larg Yeti today when training some softskin elf in Hillsbrad. He called me Akoo and began to pet me. First instict was to ripp the creatures arm off. But I kept myself in check and let it pet me. The elf that was with me delved into the creatures mind and told me. That I reminded the Yeti of a pet snake it use to keep. Its not often I meet creatures that are bigger then me. Twice more that are fluffy and somewhat cute I must say. I'd say a Tauren. But that was a long time ago....

   Akoo! As my pack would say. It is for the win......

   Shorok rolled his shoulders, hearing the soft cracks of his joints under his scaled hide. Smiling at the fur of the Worgen he had killed in Black Rock Depths only a few hours ago. It would make a fine rug or blanket for the little ones in his Tribe. Tap..Tap... Shorok looks at his right leg and see's a wee little black skinned orc;female. Wide curious eyes looking up at him. Slithering out his long fork tongue he scoops his charge up eyeing her curiously. Though you would never tell past his flame tipped eyes.

  "Yes, My little Softskin. How may I help you tonight?" Coiling his tail back and forth across the earth surrounding his Keep in Silverpine Forest. It was starting to be come  a rock like substance. Much like the typ of earth you would find around the Dark Portal. This botherd him so. But that was for another day as the little child. Blushed a brighter shade of gray against her skin.

      --Shorok pressed his scaled and gauntlet hand into the cover of his flesh bound book. Not long ago his being had been made of Nether. But after a time he realised he yearned to have physical contact, he wanted it..He did not need it. The runes of warding across his journal lite up brightly with a red glow. Protecting the book from outside infulence. Opening the pages, Shorok dipped his quill into a ink jar..Though ink was not what it contained--

  Why? Why is the concept of what I am so hard to understand? I was not born a demon, I was not born a warrior of Darkness. I grew into it! Once a human so long ago, then a Forsaken. Simply by an accident! Did I become swallowed in my demonic armor. By simply casting a common spell. Trying to make it stronger I doomed my self to this life. I wallowed, despaired, Emotionally shut my self out from the world by what I had done....

     ((Written on a dried piece of flesh, pale pink in color with what appears to be red ink, written in orcish))

   To Dear Emissary Moriurya,

         Shorok stood at the mail box outside the pavilion tent in the Argent tournament grounds. Ignoring the disgusted looks he got from the races of the world. His Fel green Proto-drake pawed at the icy ground as the fel-ichor from its mouth litterally boiled the ground to ash. Shorok smiled at him.. Not long ago the little thing had been a troublesome companion on his shoulder.. Now it was his steed through these frozen lands.

   Shorok turned the letters of hate mail to ash (I actually get these from players. Its freaking hilarious that I'm hated this much) A fel green flame erupting from his scaled hands. He hears the tapping foot of an elf behind him waiting for him to move... Shorok snapps his jaws at the little softskin huffing out black flame from his nostrils...

  "I'll move, when I'm ready to move. Elf! Be thankfull I dont ripp your legg of for being annoying"

   Yo Yo! What is up my RP players! Word!.....--shudders a little-- "Ya I wont do that again. Its time for a moment of clarity and understanding! Its time for.......A QUESTION!!!!!!!!!

    The Furbolg sentry Torgon stood, his feet spread apart. A spear held in his firm and confident gripp. His shift was almost over, he wanted to show his clan that we was a valiant fighter from begining to end. Winning both respect and adimiration. The name Torgon will be the named of sons and daughters! He will be the next clan chief! He..... Sees a monster Coming towards him. Growling fiercly The Bolg Torgon the Mighty Warrior readies his spear. Prepared to die for his clan... But let us hope not?

   "Steady on Torgon! Surely you wouldnt hurt your old friend Shorok!? Now would you?".....

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     Everything about demons screams! Un-natural. They devour, taint, destroy, and kill. The corruption can be subtle or extreme.. But any and all cases the demon in some form or another wins the day. For what they do in the long run makes your soul bitter to no end......

  At leaste that is what one of my teachers had told me...

    **Posted on every town entrance to every major Horde city**

  Greetings and salutations warriors of the Horde! In celeberation of my seven hundered and first birthday! ((Also May 25th is my RL B-day :P)) I have decided to help give back to the Horde that has been so good to me for so many years. I will re afirm my oath that I took nearly 4 years ago. I will help and aid all that ask for it. By taking you and your friends through the long dungeons of both trivial and great. In return of this service I ask only that you give me your respect as I shall give unto you, and that in future days will you speak well of this Lesser Demon. We are only as strong as our weakest link, with your permission I wish to reforge those that are willing in the fires of combat... I hope to hear from you!

  With respect and honor. Shorok Morien, Mist Walker.

       ((  Hello! A mental reminder! Im the guy that failed english in Highschool and is still saving for colledge out of his own purse:P So if this is out there with little doubt of making sense. Keep in mind its a working progress!))

  What am I?

   Remember, you cant have slaughter with out laughter. My elders use to tell me before we were sent on Missions. But where were my elders now? Probebly enjoying the pleasure of rebirth as a cat or a dog... Or one of the many youths I'm slaying before me.

Hello! Its me again!

   As many of you know I play a demon...As I'm so fond of reminding every one =^.^=. I've gone from polite Gentlemen demon to ruthless, slaughtering, ruiner of lives demon.. Now I'm atempting to twist my character again. He has no clan, no master. Kil'jaden was destroyed along with Archimonde.. Sargeages is...iffy? The Burning Legion is still a threat.. But to the game stand point is old news. He's spent centuries.... A whole time loop thing... I'm sure some of you  have heard of this or have even seen this done.. But Centuries under whipp, chain, and beatings to turn him into warrior demon. As left him. A demon.. But now that was all removed in practically in a blink of an eye. He wishes to find his honor again if he can. Sense long ago he was once a human.... But a question arises.. What is honor? Especially to a demon?

So..... QUESTION!?!?!?!?!

 Hi! Its me again. Your friendly Demon. Recently I've aquired a few messages on haven concerning my comments. I try to read every ones bloggs even some of the random people I've never met. Usualy leaving a evil comment or just overall rude comment.. All them being IC. This apprently is pressenting a problem.

   Many times I've had some one tell me that Haven is a place to meet and greet with other Roleplayers across the server. It has! I've met some wonderfull people on this site. So keeping this in mind... I apologies to every one I've made an improper comment on your bloggs. Its how my character is... But I suppose its not how I should act here... Keep it in the game some one said.. So I shall!!!    I still intend to post random comments on your bloggs :P But they will be less horrible and more.... Well I'll just leave it at that. But I have a question?

    QUESTION?!?!?!?!

Hi there!

Its me again, I have another question.. Will you answer it? Will you help me become a better me?....You wont?! Well no cookies for you!

   Any ways,  Duels  RP fighting? How does it work? I've heard many people use a Dice system. Rolling a /roll 1-20 or a 1-100. This dictates your damage, defense and what not. You type out your emot attack. The dice roll decides if you are effective and how damage it is. What I'm asking is are the rules, why, and how?

  On many occasion a fight will be scripted or more towards who wins the fight at the end of it. But this has always caused a problem with either friends or enemies, or just people you have just met. Because every one... Unless you truly dont care about your Character.

  NO ONE LIKES TO LOOSE!

  Hi there!

  I have wild question that requires the feed back those around me. But what is this question you ask or perhaps roll your eyes at and not even get to the end of this page? 

  RESSURECTION!

  How does it work? I know in the game its a simple click of the spell, pick a fallen ally... Channel the spell, Then the fallen ally gets the message??

   (Name here) Wants to ressurect you? Do you accept?  Yes? Or no?

 But for character purposes..How does it work. There are several disciplines that go about it with the same result. But how is it done? How would you write it from a authors perspective?

Am I truly alone? Gone all gone....

   A flash of blue and green light, Flaring in the darkness of Ashenvale. Mere throwing distance from the Warsong lumber camp, and the Silverwing hold. The muttering chants of the Priestess of Elune, and the chants of the Shamans to the Horde, in the summer night. United in a comon cause it would seem.... Heh, united...

        Rain..... I've always love it when it  rains... I've always loved the wind. If I wasnt what I was, what I am. I would have tried to have been a shaman. But life is full of surprises I suppose. I watch the rain fall across my armor; this armor so finely crafted in the Death Forges in Shadow Moon Valley. A new aqusition of my clans armies. Still maintaining its Crusade agains The Burning Legion and its instruments.  My armor a black steel fitting for a Void Knight.... For a Knight of my people I have become.

     Not some human whelp or Blood elf Paladin! Narrow minds they hold...Zealotry! If it does not fit their perfect ideals then it must be destroyed!   My *human* Brother was a Paladin so long ago...... He...I did not hold such idiotic Ideals. But I suppose that was to long ago... Nothing is the same any more. Nothing ever stays the same.

   Hello! Sweet and simple... Shorok is with out a Master... This is usualy when I offer my Self OOC, into IC To a player. I'm not looking for hand outs or to be spoon fed plot and RP. I take care of myself, House broken.. and the like. This just helps introduce more of an Intrigue to my Character and to some one else. How many warlocks or Dark related characters wished their Minions talked back to them? Now this is not entirely simple I fear as well.. This helps develope character growth. Like a student traveling from teacher to teacher learning the trade of each....  Any one from level 1 to 80.. Wanting to give it a shot give me a message or look for me in the game.... I'd love to talk to you, even if it doesnt work out I'll have a greater veiw of the Roleplayers on H-side.....  I'm currently playing a DK orc...With funny little things above the O's. But you can message my Main Shorok.. The warlock if you cant find me..

Last orders Recieved: Defeat The Burning Legion.

    I returned to my Clans home World as I usualy did... Well World is a loose term.. Its much like Outland.. Scatterd regions floating nearly lifeless..Till the Greatest of us..*Fallen ones* Our Master Carved himself a home...  We are the lighter dark in the Verse my elders have told me time and time again.. We are not evil..Just dark.. Though some of us give into our natural born tendicies..Others dont... We are the by products of The burning Legions creations. We retain our memories.. We retain our desire for Free will.. In many ways I suppose we are like the Forsaken.. In a trial, in rites to earn our Freedom... Like the forsaken we fight an overwhelming enemy...

Slaves captured, given, and sold: 16

  One of the guilds my Blood Mistress has allied us with..Lost some slaves... Some elf that once belonged to the guild released and returned the children to their families and what not. Lilly something. Southshore... So in favor to our allaince I returned. Logic told me they wouldnt keep children in the villages after being raided so early before. **Taking a look** at the town registry. The pages bloodied  with the towns Magisters gore. Humans keep such perfect records....

   Each of the surviving children, including the ones sent out to neighboring villages from the recent raids. A paladin came running into the town hall, Female human.. A good warrior. We fought for a moment, but still growing in my shell. I had to flee..Though I found what I wanted...

   Layers of skin shed: Gods I dont even know any more...

  As each year passes, like any demon or say for any Immortal to age can say their power grows. This comes responsibilty, Discipline, and Practice. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutly. For some this happens quickly, others slow. But every one is supptetable(sp) to it...

**Massages his new scales.. A carpace already growing platemail hard**

    For any one that may find this in many years to come.... I am insane. Their is no doubt to this in my mind. Hazards of my clan I suppose, I dare not pressume to think for those others in sharing of my blood. Or race or flesh.  One of the hazards of my clan is we dont loose memories. Or become feeble as we grow old.

New spells made: One

   Eeris, a younge elven Death knight. No matter her age... Though she counts her self as a 10,000 year old.... You would think some one so old would welcome the passage of death. But no she Desires more time. She met the demon Immorthal in Diremaul... One of the great forgotten elders of our time. Siphoned for centuries by the long lost Kaldorei...Bah even in my younge years I can spell in this damn book of mine!

**Shorok leans back in his chair lost in though his flamed tipps eyes flicking like candle flames**

  With my fel knight and my Nephew Koodles (pet name) We ventured into DireMaule... That poor boy needs to stop and think where he's going. Always in a hurry, Never takes the time to see the worth of things nor the safety of others. Always running ahead to face a new challenge..But allways defeated by the challenge of life.

   Thralls: 40 I counted, Not all of them like me.But they are there...

    Death Knights made: 1

   Hello, Hello...Hello!? Fluff and stuff and all that Jazz. I made my First Death knight.. Dellissa; Once an elven paladin.. Now a Fel Knight. Twisting her body and soul with Fel magick and flipping the metaphysical switch that opperates with light and life. To Blood, Unholy, and still as the Grave.

   Souls sent home: 87

    Life mates: 3

    Thralls: I think 37

     Prospects: 2

 ((posted in every Capital of the Horde))

        Soldiers of the Horde! The Blood Legion is looking for able bodie warriors. Any class, Race, and Season of Practice. We are a millitary unit given the task of assaults on the kingdoms of the Allaince, and other enemies of our world. Join our ranks or join our cause we take all willing to comit them selves to glory in victory and in blood. We meet, we sieg, we pillage, we raze... Every Sunday!!!  Questions please Direct to our High Mistress, Any member of our Unit. Or myself...

   Shorok Morien, Mist Walker, *Demon* Warlock.  Legionnair of the Horde... At your service!