Bonjour, Kalania, a dit Rogrelg d'un ton légèrement heureux; il connaissait d'elle, bien qu'il ne savait pas si elle connaissait de lui. Néanmoins, il avait entendu parler d'elle, l'aventurier Dryad qui avait rejoint l'Aube. "De toute façon, mieux vaut tard que jamais, je devrais dire. Nevetheless... nous sommes sur le point d'aller à Stratholme, et Hallam - le Mage Humain à Dalaran Robes, et aussi le nouveau commandant en second - a suggéré que nous allons à la place de Scarlet Crusade là-bas d'abord."
"Je suis d'accord avec lui, et nous allons avoir besoin de vos compétences en poison pour accomplir notre mission." Dans son esprit, Rogrelg était déjà en train d'évaluer son plan d'entrée; un Dryad était presque aussi grand qu'un Tauren, mais aussi beaucoup plus délicat - aucune offense prévue. Un ensemble différent de tunnels et d'entrées serait alors nécessaire dans son plan d'entrée.
"Si bien, nous partons à..." c'était encore tôt le matin, "Noonday; c'est là que nous pouvons voir le mieux. Mangez, hissez vos armes, et préparez-vous autrement." Il regarda ensuite le Makura. "C'est Zik, nous devons parler en privé aussi, c'est à propos d'Hydromancy." Il avait une forme spéciale de magie chamanique qui lui a permis de mieux faire appel à l'eau, de changer ses propriétés, de le déplacer et de guérir avec elle, mais pas aussi bien qu'un prêtre.
1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore.
2: Age: 24
3: Sex: Male
4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind.
5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe.
6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed.
In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way.
Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them?
But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them.
The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would.
7: Random Information:
- Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind.
- Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments.
- Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.