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• The day draws near.

  by Buyaga April 20
  The day draws near where Shupashupa and I will be mated, in sight of our clan and ancestors. I will never know what honor, glory, or good deeds I have done to deserve such a mate, and I will not question the wisdom of my ancestors for granting me such a match. She is my strength when I am weak, the ...
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• Visions

  by Buyaga March 19
  ((Gorezug and all Arbiters recieve a copy of this letter. It is hand written, in sloppy orcish. Spelling mistakes are intentional OOC))   Honored leaders of the clan,   In a attempt to further explain my dream, which Gorezug and I now believe to be a vision, I will put to paper exactly...

• Letter to Shupashupa

  by Buyaga March 9
  ((This letter is mailed to Shupashupa on common parchment, in orcish, with crude and unskilled handwriting.))     Fire of my heart,   I write this letter from the shores of the Twilight Highlands. My training with the spirits goes well. Soon, the basic training will be done, and ...
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• Education

  by Buyaga February 27
  Buyaga looks to his elders amongst the Mag'har. They have been teaching him what they can about the spirits. They have discussed the trust that is given to the shaman. The priviledge it is to serve as the voice and arm of the spirits. Buyaga takes this all in, trying his hardest to not become confus...
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• Water and Earth

  by Buyaga February 24
  As the last bit of strength is siphoned from Buyaga, his life essence pouring into Shupashupa, desperately trying to save her life, Buyaga calls to the spirits that are watching him intently.   "I will not fail! I refuse...to...fa.." Buyaga says as he topples over, the last of his willpower b...

• I hate this holiday!

  by Buyaga February 6
  I hate this holiday. It makes no sense to me. Romance, courting, perfume, and candy? These things are not needed for mates. Love is not shown through such cheap and commercial means. It is shown through action, living next to your partner, sharing a life. It is done with endurance, to make that spar...
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• The Alpha and the Runt.

  by Buyaga January 28
  The river is quiet. Dusk is upon the land. The rays of light that desperately cling to the scy are all the light that remains. Buyaga, the warrior of the Mag'har, stands, as still as a stone, near the banks of the Southfury River.   The position he is in is one for training. He wields his mas...
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• What now?

  by Buyaga January 24
  Buyaga walks on an open field in Nagrand, lightly armored, carrying his ancestral blade, Shadowseeker. He walks wearily. Rest did not come last night. When he tried to sleep, all he saw was the repeated actions he had taken over the last few weeks. Over and over again, charging to his own doom, no h...

• Blood and Thunder!

  by Buyaga November 8, 2011
  It has been just a couple days since Buyaga has returned from his tour of duty in the frozen wasteland of Northrend. He now stood, resting, with a group of fellow soldiers of the Horde, in the area outside Nordrassil in Mt. Hyjal. The group consisted of a couple other orcs, a tauren and a Forsaken. ...

• I will return.

  by Buyaga October 14, 2011
  I walk out of my tent I have set up in Borean Tundra. It is a little past dawn. I have overslept. I kept waking to the sound of wailing. I know not whether it was the cold wind or the screams of the dead, but every time I look for the source, it was never to be found.   This land is like no o...
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