Solsyn - Welcome to Mulgore

I am Solsyn. I hail from Bloodhoof village in Mulgore. I am a huntress. I prowl the grasslands of Mulgore below Thunder Bluff in search of rare beasts and even rarer treasure.

When I was in my fifth season I met an elder mage named Gasb. Gasb was Undead. He promised to show me the wonders of the world—he'd give me the key to all the adventure I could ever want. So I stopped killing mana worms and I took his hand. Together we stepped through a glittering portal, and I found myself in a dripping cave filled with Undead filth. They sneered at me as I ran out of the cave, desperately seeking the sunlight.

Outside I was instantly blinded by the light of the hot, glimmering sun. I was surrounded by green. I kept running and almost flew off of the edge of a steep cliff. I caught myself just in time. I looked down and my face went white.

Behind me someone snickered. I turned. A Tauren woman with a huge axe looked down at me. She smiled kindly and said something in Taurahe. Gasb came out of the cave and stood next to her.

He sneered. "Good luck, kid." I blinked and he was gone.

"Great. I trusted a corpse. Now look where I am....."

"You are in Thunder Bluff, young elf." I jumped at the sound of the Tauren's voice. "I can show you around, but I think you want to head south." The Tauren pointed. "Head to Bloodhoof village. Speak to the innkeeper there. He will set you straight."

"Thank you."

"For the Horde!"

So I set off down the road towards Bloodhoof, and that's where I made my home. I live to run through the tall grass of the plains. I thrill for the sound of the screeching birds and the roar of the lions. I long to sleep under the stars on the banks of Stonebull River.

My skin has tanned with the Mulgore heat, deepening to a muddy red. My hair is black and tangled. There is sweat on my brow and I wear the skins of the animals I kill.

I love Mulgore, but now it is time to leave and seek new adventure and riches. I heard that there is a war going on in a far off land that has made many wealthy and honored. For now, though, I think I will head east towards the dry Barrens.


It's the Ratshag vibe.