Erdra Fowlweave

[Garots]

I decided to introduce my newest character, and most developed so far.

Name: Erdra Fowlweave (Erdra
Age: 36
Race: Orc
Class (chronologically): Warrior, Death Knight


Bio:

~Growing and attaining power~

Once the daughter of a poor farming couple, Erdra Fowlweave began her training into becoming a warrior. At a young age, she could swing a sword better than most of the others, which took the attention of an Orgrimmar warrior trainer Grock'thar. He made her his apprentice, and asked her, and her family, to move to Orgrimmar while she trained. For months, he crammed knowledge of weaponry, tactics, famous generals, and past battles into Erdra's head. In November, Grock'thar asked Erdra to come to the Stonetalon Mountains for a five-week training exercise. After packing up, her parents announced that they were to move to the southern Barrens to live out the rest of their lives in peace; (Annotation 1: Unfortunately, they did not. Years after telling Erdra, they were attacked by a savage warband of Quilboars. They did not survive.) She said goodbye, and followed Grock'thar up to the Stonetalon peak, where they 'trained' by gathering Alliance intelligence. After the five weeks, they returned to Orgrimmar, and Grock'thar left to relay the intelligence to Thrall and a few Kalimdor Warmasters. When he returned, he told Erdra that he was going to go and fight against the fire Elemental Lord Ragnaros, and his armies, and the Black Dragonflight's Nefarian. (Annotation 2: Grock'thar helped banish Ragnaros to the Plane of Fire, but was killed and gored by Chromaggus, Nefarian's pet. Erdra attended his funeral, and was given a key to his hut in Ashenvale. Sadly, when the Night Elves retaliated after Garrosh's attack on Alliance outposts, they tore down the hut, and whatever was inside, was destroyed. Over Erdra and Grock'thar's five year relationship, he hinted at a mass armory stretching deep underground. This was never confirmed by the commander who ordered the hut ablaze, because he hurrilly toppled the hut and burned it.) She said goodbye again, and watched as he left with his small army of 35 or so companions. Never did she see Grock'thar again.

~Latter years of power and the growing storm~

Years passed, and Erdra grew increasingly powerful. She had conquered the Arena Champion Forguk, and claimed the title as 'Private-Warmaster'. She had subdued the Sea Giants north, in Azshara, and toppled the Silithud in the southern desert of Silithus. She felt good of her skill, and it was drawing some decent attention from Battlemasters and even aids of the Warcheif. More years passed, with the Black Dragonflight threat at still, and momentary peace spread throughout the continent of Kalimdor. That would soon change. Demons were becoming a threat, and with Kalimdor seeming relatively unchanged, she traversed over to the Blasted lands to aid. (Annotation 3: Not much is known what happened on that voyage across the sea, and the weeks of travel to the Blasted Lands. Some say the got lost and were forced into cannibalism, while others think they were ambushed by an Alliance war party and lost heavy numbers. Most think that a Black Dragon wiped them out. However, she will not talk about what happened those fateful weeks.)


1.) Erdra in full gear before the assault on the Silithud 2.) Cartoonists depiction of Erdra 3.) A photo of Yarkub



~Aid and exploration~

When the time came and they rushed the Demons back into the portal, Erdra looked back at her comrades, wounded and scared. (Annotation 4: Most of her squad was novices and fresh meat. She had a liking, and great deal of respect of them, which lead her to even let them go for their own safety.) "Stay here. Whatever the General said, do not follow. Return to Orgrimmar and do not get mixed up in this war." She turned and walked in, her green skin rippling and fading away. Thrallmar, they needed to reach it. There was a caravan of Supply Kodos, which held everything from Apples to medical supplies. She mounted her War Wolf 'Yarkub' ( Annotation 5: In orcish, that roughly translates to 'Strong feet and big jaws') and gave the command to advance. An Orc technical advisor ran up to her and asked her: "Warmaster, should we use bombs to defend against any sort of Demon attack?" "No, the Demons are hiding right now, gathering more of their kind. We need to leave now and just get there. Lok'tar, and let us ride!" She began riding, the caravan in sight. the remaining Windriders followed her, and she could see the Alliance piling in now, opposite to the Horde's area. She turned around, looking ahead now, her sight on Thrallmar. The caravan was behind her, and the town was about thirty feet away. The Orcs there looked disgruntled and tired, being cut off for the time since their first expedition in. the caravan arrived, and supplies were instantly delivered. "Thank the ancestors you arrived!" an elderly Orc Woman said. Erdra touched her hands, the calices on her fingers cold. Erdra whispered in her ear, and the woman laughed. Hope had arrived for the Horde.

~Pushing forward and pushing back~

Zangarmarsh; there was one word Erdra could describe it as. Hotter than Thrall's steamhouse in the summer. On fire. The horde had moved forward, and they were in Zangarmarsh, a land belonging in a child's mind. Giant mushrooms and monstrous bugs filled the 200-mile wide zone, with the occasional Naga war camp and Ogre Mushroom collecting camps. (Annotation 5: Out of all of Outland, Zangarmarsh was Erdra's worst. She hated the zone, and tried all she could do to get moved to Blade's edge or Tekkorar.)

((More to be added in the coming hours!))