Onak, the son of Bloodhoof Village's birthing rite practitioner, looked up to his mother and how she helped people. He wanted to be a healer too. Due to a childhood run in with a fire elemental, Onak decided instead to pursue druidism as his means of healing.
Concerned with the orc population's fel taint and short supply of medics, he headed to Durotar to see how he could help . . .
I've just received a letter from a courrier from Chief Hawkwind. I'm needed at Red Cloud Mesa.
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I've just received a letter from a courrier from Chief Hawkwind. I'm needed at Red Cloud Mesa. There are several minor threats and a major threat that needs some sort of action. I guess I made a name for myself in Bloodhoof and they want my help for this. I don't mind the long voyage back, but I'm having difficulty leaving Tresleches. Her company has been immensely enjoyable this last week.
Not only has Tresleches been an excellent sparring partner, but the perspective she has on life is truly inspiring and has lifted me to a new level of Walk. She truly cares for all living things. Plenty of Shu'halo have a general reverence for life but a specific disdain for several different ilk, centaur and quilboar as an example. But this heifer actually cares. She wants to see the different kinds do well, and she only wants to set the encroachers back to their rightful place in Nature.
She's a rare hide and I wish to keep her influence in my life. While I return to Mulgore and she's off doing Skyfather knows what, I'll be practicing seeing the world in her way. I should make arrangements with her to meet again next moon. Maybe in Orgrimmar.
She was the one with the Plainstrider who gave me her bed back in Camp Taurajo the night I fled home. She was the kind soul that saw a troubled bull and left well enough alone.
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She was the one with the Plainstrider who gave me her bed back in Camp Taurajo the night I fled home. She was the kind soul that saw a troubled bull and left well enough alone. She's been only a day behind me since.
She left Camp T in search of some local caverns in this barren land, which are rumored to be full of life. I doubt it, personally. Her name is Tresleches and she found it in herself to give me responsibility for her bed without any skin in the game. I have a lot to learn from her when it comes to trusting.
Inspired by the orcs here at Far Watch Post, she's become my sparring partner. I sparred with several of the warriors here, but they all prove to be much too masterful against my combat technique to provide me with growth. No, the only way I can learn is to fight a more even match. And this Huntress seems to be a great partner so far.
She's also a great person, and I'm considering making her a travel companion. That is, if she can give up on the caverns. I've got to get to Orgrimmar and heed the Earthmother's call. If she can't afford the time to accompany me, then I might be lucky enough to run into her again some day.
Oh and get this, my mom helped deliver her back in the day. Weird, right?
I didn't get to spend much time with Nakk in the Crossroads yesterday, but what little time I did get was marvellous. She explained first and foremost that I have to be gruff in Durotar.
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I didn't get to spend much time with Nakk in the Crossroads yesterday, but what little time I did get was marvellous. She explained first and foremost that I have to be gruff in Durotar. And that I have to stop using my ancestral sorts of language if I want the Orcs to take me seriously. This seems to be my best shot at heeding the Call, so I will listen and note her suggestions well. They are:
Learn the calendar Orcs use. No more of this moons talk, it's months now.
Ask for more than I actually want. They are a strong and unforgiving people, and they expect foreigners to be similarly greedy.
Wait much longer to answer questions.
Make a fool of myself if I sense their uncertainty. Orcs need to preserve their honor.
I think these changes are well within my grasp, but it will be quite an effort. Hopefully I can change their lives more than they change mine.
After Nakk left for Ratchet, I saw no further reason to stay in town. I left immediately for Far Watch Post (overlooking the river that serves as a border between the Barrens and Durotar) and traveled through most of the night. I made camp and slept for probably two hours before sunrise. Shortly after the sun came up, I was able to forage some breakfast and headed East. I made it to Far Watch Post in the late morning and watched the warriors sparring for the better part of an hour before finding a place to sleep. The barracks rents out cots to travelers stopping by, so I got decent sleep there. This evening I shall make my way to a place called Razor Hill that the locals say is between here and Orgrimmar. That is, if I don't want to chance it in the wilderness and cut across the dry landscape. Hopefully in the big city I'll be able to find where they hold their pregnant women and infants.
What a blur this has been. I met a wonderful, beautiful orc on the road from Camp Taurajo and she joined me for my travels.
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What a blur this has been. I met a wonderful, beautiful orc on the road from Camp Taurajo and she joined me for my travels. Her name is Nakk. She’s the most amazing person. She gave me her Orcish dictionary. Can you believe that? Just GAVE it to me. What kind of a person does that? She said she was done with it, she had read it through several times and was ready to get rid of it. I shared my attempts at learning to write Orcish and she pulled it out of her bag and GAVE IT TO ME. I’m still flabbergasted. Of course this journal entry is taking me something like four times longer than usual to write, but I’m spelling each word correctly and learning a bunch of new ones! As it happens, there’s a word for the Similarity Pairs that I was talking about in my earlier entries. Synonyms. It’s an established concept!
We navigated from Camp Taurajo to the Crossroads and conversed the whole way. She’s trying to make it as an investigative journalist and she’s looking for a story. I shared my troubles about mother and the birthing rites and she actually helped me out a lot, instead of just saying I should talk with mother. She could tell that mother won’t hear reason. She suggested instead that I head to Durotar to help with birthing there. I know, the gestation of an orc is very different than that of a tauren (they are only pregnant four moons. Can you believe that? That’s roughly a quarter of the time tauren gestate) but she says help is direly needed. The men refuse to become involved and ever since the Dark Portal, infants have been coming out with heads much too large for a safe birth. They need someone there to help these women before they all give up pregnancy. Many have sworn it off as a death sentence, and those few who are left feel very much alone. As I write this, I now realize that this is what the Earthmother has been calling me toward. I have a real chance to make a difference in the lives of not only the women, but the men and the children too. All of them.
I write this with a full (and literate) heart. Calves abound, this took a while.
I traveled threw most of the night. I made it to Camp Taur'ajo despite the large and danjerus thunder lizards just past our great gate.
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I traveled threw most of the night. I made it to Camp Taur'ajo despite the large and danjerus thunder lizards just past our great gate. I could feel the lightning hanging in the air as I past. It was probabally a lot safer to pass them at night while they slepped. I got to the camp just before Sun rise, while many of the outposts were changing guards. I met a kind cow at the inn who let me take the rest of her night, as she was leaving when I got their. I'm great full for kind souls like that. She will be easy to recognize in the future, as you don't see many hunters with Plainstrider pets outside of Mulgore.
As I take seat in her bed and write this, I can't help but here what mother said over and over, how bulls should not show weakness in practicing the birthing rites. She doesn't know it's my calling. She doesn't know it's a Strength to go against silly tradishuns. The Earthmother does not see cow or bull, She sees the life you have helped to grow. I am frostrated with mother, thou I love her very much.
This is the werst day of my life. I can’t belive my own mother talked to me that way.
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This is the werst day of my life. I can’t belive my own mother talked to me that way. Birthing rites have been my only entrest for years now and I mention that maybe I want to help one day and mother yells at me to get out? Well I’ll get out all right. I’m getting out of Bloodhoof Villige, I’m getting out of Mulgore, I might even leave Kalimdor. I’m packing my things and puting my back to the sunset. I cant stay hear knowing my mother thinks of me that way. The birthing rites were my calling but I dont know what I’m going to do now. Maybe there are some creature or people in need of aid out there.