Sramara

Name
Sramara "Mara Half-Orc" Tharmar

Physical Traits
Sramara's phsyical apperance, by Orcish standards, is odd to say the least. She is not like many other Orcish women, if anything she appears much more 'neat' or 'tidy' in apperance, she can even be seen as more appealing to the eye than other Orcish women. The differences are significant and noticable, the first of them being her build. Unlike others Orc she does not posses and overly muscular build, if anything she is rather slim with only a little muscle that allows her to have some form of strength should she have to rely on hand-to-hand combat.

Another noticable difference between herself and every day Orc females is her face. Orcs being known for their ferocious apperance makes Sramara's 'docile' or calm facial apperance seem quite the oddity. Her nose appears thinner, her brow not so pronounced and the very shape of head head gives Sramara an apperance crossed between Orc and Human.

Another strange thing about Sramara is her attire. Most Orcs couldnt care less for a few rips or tears, not phased by mud around their boots or stains on their armour. Sramara however appears to. Her clothing is tidy, neat, cleaned and hardly ever found to be dirty. She is even clean herself, rather than allow her hair to become knotted and full of an assortment of dust and twigs from trudging around the Barrens, Durotar and Stonetalon, Sramara keeps her hair clean and tidy.

All of these traits, differences between herself and the everyday Orc woman make Sramara quite odd, they frequently raise questions and even more often cause quite comments to be spoken behind her back. At times it even causes prejudice, prejudice however Sramara is more than capable of dealing with, brushing aside or simply ignoring.

Race and Class
Half-Orc Warrior

Clan
The Beastmaw Clan

Occupation
Warrior

Berserker

Beastmaw Champion

Family
Tov'osh Tharmar - Father, Orc, Presumed deceased

Reila Harren - Mother, Human, Presumed deceased

Garrokar Tharmar - Uncle, Orc, Alive

Background
Sramara Tharmar

Sramara is a child born from the union between unlikly lovers. Her father was an Orc both proud and honourable, yet alone. Her father was a wanderer, a warrior lost and left to wander the world striving to survive whilst avoiding the shackles of Humanity. For years he had done so, evading capture countless times yet he knew he could not go on forever slipping through Human fingers, his luck would eventualy run out. And it did.

One fateful night as Tov'osh was about to set up camp within hills bordering Hillsbrad and the Hinterlands he was ambushed by a band of Human mercenaries. Defeat seemed inevitable as the Orc was caught off guard without armour or weapons, but he was not about to give up, not without a fight. The battle began and quikly two of the Mercenaries fell allready, Tov'osh's hands alone more than capable of snapping and Human's neck with ease. Tov'osh however was not to be the victor here, as an arrow tore into his shoulder, ripping through flesh and muscle and scraping bone as it tore through the joint. Tov'osh saw he could not win this fight, the Human's wanted him alive to drag him to an interment camp but he refused to live and life as caged animal. Instead, he backed to the ledge from where his camp overlooked Hillsbrad, step off the brink and tumbled down the slope of the steep rocky hill to the river below.

It would be days before the wounded Orc awoke, his body battered and beaten from the fall yet alive. His eyes flutterd open, an odd smell filling his nostrils as he breathed deeply. Baked bread, cooked meat, fruits.. his stomach growled.

He rose slowly, vision blurred as he head both pounded and spun. He peered around at the blurred shapes, following his nose to the source of the smells that tortured his stomach so. Finding the origin, his vision cleared slightly to reveal a plate of cooked meat, a bowl of fresh cut fruit and a warm few slices of fresly baked bread. Paying no heed to his surroundings and answering the call of his stomach, Tov'osh almost dove into the feast, wolfing down chunks of meat, bread and whole cuts of fruit. Far too hungry for chewing.

He froze however, when he sensed eyes upon him, dropping a slice of apple back into the bowl he snatched it from for him to slowly turn eyes and head towards the staring figure.

His heart skipped a beat.

She was Human, young, a woman in her early twenties. Tov'osh felt a mixture of feelings as he looked upon her, fear at first as he suspected himself to be in one of the Human interment camps, yet he also felt somthing else.. somthing that scared him even further. Both figures found themselves in an arkwards silence, Tov'osh's eyes observantly taking in the details of the Human's apperance. Her simple white blouse, the blue linen kilt, the honey coloured hair tied back into a pony tail that hung as far as her lower back.

The silence was broken eventualy, the Human moving forwards a step before she spoke.

"I.. removed the arrow from your shoulder, you were lucky i found you when i did.. you were near death."

Tov'osh felt his heart skip a beat again, unsure wether the feeling in his gut was indegestion from the speed he devoured the food at the bed-side or somthing else. He cleared his throat with a grunt, shaking himself from his hypnotic trance to reply to the Human.

"Thank you.."

Tov'osh could not think of what else he could say, turning his gaze back to the empty plate, the scraps of bread he had left and the partialy empty bowl with only a few segments of fruit remaining. The Human followed his gaze, a soft giggle leaving her as she spoke once more.

"I see you were hungry."

Tov'osh once again looked to the girl as she spoke, the Orc finding himself curling his lips into a smirk as he nods, replying to her.

"Yes, thank you.. for the food. And again thank you for.. tending my wound. I am.. confused though, why have you done this? You tend to my wound, give me shelter, give me food whilst others would merely scream for the guards. Why?.."

The Human bows her head a moment, silent as the Orc questions her regarding her motives. Eventualy she lifted her head, her lips curled into a smile as she spoke her response.

"Orc or not, i could not stand to leave you by the riverside as you were.. you were wounded so very badly, groaning in agony. I couldn't just leave you to die or for a group of those thug mercenaries to drag you off the Durnholde."

Tov'osh nodded at the girl, still confused by why she would help him. She put her life on the line to save him, he could have been merciless and blood thirsty like so many of his kind, he could have snapped her neck with a moments notice and fled before her body would be found. Yet when Tov'osh looked upon her, these thoughts, these possibilities were all but washed away.

Rising from the bed, the woman was somewhat startled, she stepped back as the Orc rose from the bed to turn to her. Slowly, he walked towards her, the floorboards creaking in strain below him as his feet heavily trod against the floor. He stopped as the Human continued to back away, not wanting to cause her any panic. He bowed to her, lowering his head with respect as he spoke again.

"You saved my life Human, risking your own in the act. Know that Tov'osh Tharmar is in your debt."

The Human calmed, curling another smile as she returned a bow to him, dipping her head down breifly to the Orc before she responded with her own introduction.

"A pleasure to meet you Tov'osh, and as i said i could not have left you by the river in such a state. I am Reila, by the way, Reila Harren."

The Human, Reila, extended her hand to the Orc. Tov'osh for a moment merely looking down somewhat confused before extending his own hand to take hers. Reila began to shake his hand, Tov'osh curling a wide smile as he realised he had found himself in an all to popular Human greeting.

"The pleasure, Reila, is all mine."

Two days of recovery followed for Tov'osh, days he spent hidden within Reila's bedroom. On several occasions he had tried to bargin with her, not wanting to steal her bed from her and explaining how the floor would be more than adequate for him. On several occasions however, she declined.

Tov'osh felt so strange through the two days, he felt feelings he had never felt towards a Human before, they spoke about things he had never spoken about with a Human before, they laughed together when they joked and ate together when the sound of Tov'osh's growling gut echoed through the bedroom.

All this time Tov'osh felt somthing odd within him, a flutter within his fest he had never felt before. It felt nice, warm, only rose when he was near Reila yet at the same time it scared him. He did not know for sure what it was yet he had a hunch. When he looked upon this Human he did not see the enemy of his kind, he saw a woman, a woman he found beutiful in so many ways. And woman enthralled him with her very pressence, whos voice hypnotised him and soothed him, a woman he.. loved?

"No" He said to himself, as he sat there on the side of the bed, watching the sun slowly move across the floorboards as it rose in the dawn.

"No what?" Spoke Reila, standing at the doorway with a tray in hand. She stepped inside, placing the tray upon the table to reveal a plate. On one side, bacon, on the other eggs, a meal Tov'osh was growing quite fond off. Tov'osh looked to the food, and then to Reila, shaking his head at her as he spoke.

"Nothing, nevermind.. i was just daydreaming. This looks lovely by the way. Your quite the cook."

Reila beamed, her cheeks flushing a soft red as she dipped her head forwards to hide her blush. Tov'oshlooked with a smirk, looking down to the meal on the tray before him before picking it up. Shifting it from his left to his right he pat his large hand where the tray was, beckoning Reila to sit.

"Come, sit, i could use the company and i'd rather not have you stand there and watch me eat."

Reila looked up, nodding once before she moved to place herself by the Orc. Tov'osh picked up his tray, placing the meal upon his lap. He began to eat, with knife and fork to, tools he was struggling to cope with. The ones he was given afterall being made for Human hands, not Orc.

"I think my wounds are healing, and my bruises are begining to fade. I will be able to go soon.."

Reila looked up, replying with a somewhat urgent tone.

"Your leaving?.."

Tov'osh looked back with somewhat suprise, placing the bacon laden fork back down as he responded.

"Well.. yes. I can't really stay here can i? Hiding away inside this room."

Reila bowed her head, letting out a sigh as she spoke in a saddened tone, her hands fiddling with the fabric of her skirt.

"I suppose you speak the truth, i thought you would be staying longer thats all.. more time to recover rather than strain yourself. Are.. are you sure you can't stay a bit longer?"

Reila looked up to Tov'osh, the Orc blinking a few times before turning his head down to stare upon the light cast by the sun through the window. He pondered a moment, speaking eventualy.

"I.. suppose i could stay a little longer. My wounds do still feel a little.. tender. But i'm sleeping on the floor now, i'm not keeping you from your bed any longer, okay?"

Reila smiled widely, nodding eagerly in agreement with Tov'osh's 'demands'. The Orc smiled, going back to his meal, finally managed to take a mouthful of bacon he began to chew thoughtfully. She stopped suddenly however as he felt somthing upon his shoulder, looking to his left to find a sea of Reila's honey coloured hair as she rested her head upon his shoulder. Tov'osh froze somewhat, feeling the flutter within him as well as somthing else, a feeling he in the past only felt for females of his own kin.

Then his heart skipped a beat as a realisation hit him with such a force the room for a moment span.

He was in love.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, Tov'osh eventualy lost count of how long he had been living with Reila since she dragged him to her house herself. A feat he found quite impossible for such a harmless little thing, he was no small Orc afterall.

Tov'osh was fully recovered now, his wounds healed over and his body back to is well state. Tov'osh began to earn his stay now, helping Reila with chores around the house after a lengthy conversation where he pursuaded her into letting him do so. Tending to the Orange trees in her small garden, gathering lumber for the fire, moving objects otherwise to heavy for her to do herself, Tov'osh had no qualms in helping her. Afterall, he owed her his life. And not only that, they had become close.

Tov'osh's feelings for the Human had blossomed over the weeks that had passed, Reila's had done so in return. It was only a matter of time untill such feelings were shared and both of them learned the love both of them felt towards each other. Both of which were confused, purplexed, love between and Orc and a Human was strange at best. Two so very different people who had been enemies from the very begining, it was strange that one from either kind could feel love for each other.

Time continued to pass, the months that passed eventualy became years, two in total. In that time they became even closer, the aqquantices turned friends turned lovers had grown unseperable from the time they had spent together within the secluded little house of Reila's.

Reila, who which was now pregnant. Somthing with Tov'osh reacted to with disbelief and joy, Reila was now carrying the Orc's child. Both of which were happy, they had grown so close to each other than it was inevitable that this would eventualy happen.

Time went on, eventualy the child was born, a Half-Orc girl that Tov'osh and Reila proceeded to name.

Sramara.

Sramara, like her father, was to live as a secret. Forced to live within the house, to be educated within the house and forbbiden from the outside world. She obeyed her father, his honesty as he described the dangers of ruthless mercenary bands and wild dangerous beasts keeping her from ever daring to step outside.

And so Sramara spent her life within the house, growing up steadily. Birthday after birthday passed as the family lived its simple life alone and cut off from society. However, their peaceful tranquil life was not to last forever. Orcs were still hunted as they lived their lives, still hated and detested, not only that, but people began to notice the little secluded house. Began to notice how the once very sociable Reila had come to seal herself within the house.

Sramara was 14 when her father burst through the door of her bedroom to awaken her in the dead off night. He shook her quikly, trying and succeding to wake her from her slumber whilst urgently crying her name in a whisper.

"Sramara, Sramara, wake up. You must go, you must flee!"

Sramara woke slowly, groaning and rubbing her eyes before she looked to her father with suprise.

"Go, go where? What.. what is happening? Why do i hear yelling?.."

Sramara looked to the door as he heard voices down stairs. She could here her mother yelling towards three other voices, Human voices. She looked to her father for answers, she was scared, so much was made clear by the obvious terror in her eyes.

"No time! You must go.. quikly.. come now Sramara! I cannot risk them finding you!"

He moved to the window, opening it quikly before beckoning Sramara over.

"Its only a short way down, and the hay in the cart below will break your fall. Once you land.. run.. run Sramara and don't look back. Run to the hills."

She got up and hurried to the window, looking to her father as he picked her up to place her upon the windos edge. She clung however to his arms, shaking her head quikly as she refused to obey her father!

"No! No father! I can't.. if we have been discovered then we must fight! I.. i can help.. we can take them!"

A shimmer came from her fathers left eye, the tear trickling down his feet as he smiled. Pleased by his daughters bravery he knew he had raised a fine warrior much like himself. He shook his head however, placing a single kiss upon his daughters forhead.

"No, daughter. I cannot fight, i cannot risk loosing you.. or having you caged within Durnholde. Go, flee.. please."

Sramara refused once more, shaking her head defiantly yet eventualy submitting. She peered down upon the hay cart below before looking back with tear flooded eyes, she went to plead once more but her father swiftly denied her the chance.

"Go Sramara! NOW!"

She dropped down, landing in the hay of the cart below safely before bursting out. She broke into a run, sprinting as quikly as her feet could take her. All the time tears streamed down her cheeks as her father looked on from the window. His head bolted back as he heard Reila scream, the sound alone sending Tov'osh into a rage as he burst through the door and charged down the stairs!

"REILA!"

His charge however was abruptly stopped, his face meeting the blues and silvers of a Lordaeron shield.

He fell to the floor with a mighty crash, the world blurred, the room spinning.

The last thing he saw was his love, hearing her cries as the world slowly fell into darkness.

Tov'osh slowly woke up to the sound of yelling, open his eyes to behold the blurred shapes of a gathered crowd. He was within a town, Southshore, Tarren Mill, the Fields? He could not tell, all he knew was he was bound to a stake, standing atop a pile of logs below him. He knew what the crowd intended, he was to be burned at the stake. This didn't bother him so much at first, for a breif moment he was prepared to accept this fate rather than be caged in Durnholde untill he heard weeping. Looking to his right he saw Reila, bound to a stake just like him above a pile of logs. She was to be burned with him!

Tov'osh immediatly cried out in protest, the ropes that bound him creaking as they struggling to hold back the Orc as he writhed with fury and bellowed out loudly.

"No! You may take me but spare her! She has done nothing wrong, i am your enemy not her!"

Tov'osh struggled against the binds, roaring out as the rope began to give way. He was close to breaking free but his success so far was met with sudden failure as he felt an intense sharp pain in his right shoulder. Feeling the warm trickle of blood down from his shoulder he looked to find an arrow lodged inside it, tearing through the tissues of his shoulder, scraping the bone and impaling into the wood behind his shoulder.. he was stuck.

Reila screamed out as the arrow peirce her lovers shoulder, the crowd however cheering and gloating over their misfortune. One of the crowd stepped forwards, a man clad in steel platemail decorated with medals and the colours of Lordaeron. He snoffed at the Orc, giving the woman a breif glance before speaking.

"This wretch, Orc.. has conspired with the enemy, your barbaric kind. She is as much an enemy to Lordaeron, and Humanity, as you are. She will burn with you, publicly.. as a warning to all others who would dare conspire with green-skin scum!"

The man beckoning a nearby guard over, the guard approaching with the clanging of his plate mail. The guard held a torch, snatched from his hand by the superiour. Slowly he looked up, grinning at the Orc as he questioned him.

"Any last words, beast?.."

Tov'osh looked at the man, eyes narrowed, growling deeply. He broke eye contact to look to the hills, staring at them for a few moments as he hoped his daughter had made it safely. He then looked back to the man, growled once more, before spat.

"You call me barbarian, you call me monster. Yet i am not the one burning an innocent woman at the stake! Look in a mirror, Human.. you are the monster here, not me!"

The man growled with contempt, baring his teeth as they grinded together. Without a word he thrust his torch against the wood that soon ignited. Reila screamed out in protest, tears streamed down her cheeks as the flames spread. She soon fell silent as the man, a Captain due to the ammount of medals, moved to her. He motioned to the nearby torch baring Guard, snatching the flaming torch from his hand before looking up at her and askind.

"What of you.. any last words, traitor?.."

Reila trembled with terror, slowly raising her head to stare up at the night sky before closing them. She fell silent and awaited the inevitable. The Captain simply snoffed, tossing the torch onto the pile to ignite the pyre. He then walked away, merging into the crowd for his guards to follow. Leaving Garrokar and Reila to their peril, to burn at the stake.

Sramara had ran to the hills as instructed, panting and gasping, covered in graises and bruises from several tumbles. She caught her breath before catching glimse of fires within the Fields of Hillsbrad. She ran quikly, moving as swiftly as she can to the closer hill to try and gain a better look at what was transpiring.

Though she could see little, she knew in her heart and fell to her knees. She descended into tears, her mother and father executed, her house most likely to be burnt to the ground or left to become derelict. She was without shelter, without parents, without friends. She was alone to wander, just like her father had before untill he met Relia.

When her weeping was done, she rose up, staring down to the Fields of Hillsbrad now with eyes not filled with grief.. but hate. Detest, loathing, rage. She felt all of it whell up inside her to the boiling point. In one mighty release of this built up fury she cast her head back and roared out powerfully!

Panting, slowly gathering herself she stared down to the Fields. Knowing full well she could do nothing as a child she promised to herself she would return, that one day she would come back to Hillsbrad and avenge her father. And that when that day comes, the Fields of Hillsbrad shall burn to the ground.

Sramara turned, walking away from the edge of the hill. Without home or friends she decided to simply wander, to see where she would end up. Years passed and Sramara traveled far, she fought many battles as she did, battles against the Undead during the Scourging of Lordaeron, against the Demons when they descended upon the Eastern Kingdoms, against the Centaur and Kal'dorei when she followed Thrall and many others to Kalimdor.

She had fought many battles, killed many foes, learnt the ways of the Shaman and seen sights unthinkable. Yet even with all this the burning need to avenge her mother and father ever burned within her soul. Even now, with the Horde having a stable society within Kalimdor and Sramara as a Clansmen of The Earthfury Clan she still lusts for revenge. A thirst that will never leave her, and will continue to haunt her, untill the Fields of Hillsbrad burn to the ground.

 The Earthfury Clan 

Sramara soon came to call The Earthfury Clan her 'home'. In time considering some of the clansmen the closest thing to 'family' she had. Even as a Half-Orc she did not struggle to fit in, befriending as many of the clansmen as she could and at their side she did much.

She fought back Silithids enroaching within the mountaisn of Stonetalon. She took part of the siege and assauly of the Mountaineers fortress of Dun Garok. And much more. Within the clan she also met its current chieftain at the time, Torakk Bloodrain.

She admired him, his strength not only in body but in mind and soul. The Shaman found herself falling for the Orcish Chieftain quikly, whilst at the first the feelings appeared mutual in time the two eventualy grew closer. Their feelings however were ones kept as between themselves as possible, the Chieftain had viewed love as being for the weak minded and thus did not what those of the clan to view him as such.

Sramara's time within the clan however was to come to an abrupt end. A death shrounded in mystery, Sramara was killed.

Sramara was felled by the blade of the the Unrelenting Terror that wrought havoc upon the Barrens, Durotar, the Mountains of Stonetalon and all those who called the regions 'home'. His true name was Kag'ar, previously a Clansmen of The Earthfury Clan seeking to reclaim his honor Kag'ar inevitably found his sanity and self control lost to the hunger for power and carnage.

Kag'ar had slaughtered many in the Barrens some time after departing from The Earthfury Clan and inevitably came to Stonetalon. His arrival was without mercy, the spirits of the mountaisn suffering unfathomable agony as the powerful Death Knight ventured into the Crag of Windshear and slaughtered the Venture Company deforesting the area.

In the wake of such carnage he left a trail of Unholy blight empowered by the bodies that now littered the crag. What life was there was deformed, twisted, tainted by the Unholy magics tearing through it. The establishments erected by the Venture Company nothing more than ashen black skeletal remains, those who once used them risen one by one as mindless servants of the Unrelenting Terror.

The bligth empowered Kag'ar, allowing him to raise more and more. Slowly and steadily amassing a small army, preparing to strike out against Stonetalon and its Earthfury defenders and add them to his growing army, that in his insanity he called the 'New Scourge'.

It was by this Death Knight's blade that the Shaman Sramara Tharmar was felled. A killing shrouded in mystery, deception and lies. Kag'ar's deed was not hidden for long, a vision to Torakk from Sramara herself revealed much to him. It opened his eyes to the truth that Kag'ar had hidden and kept from him, explained his plans, what he plotted and scehemed as he cut through the innocent mercilessly. It was also explained how Kag'ar was protected by fate itself.

Kag'ar was destined to die and Sramara's hand, the Death Knight knew this, and feared it. Such a destiny was revealed to him by a Seer, and old Tauren Seer he met upon the plains of Mulgore during the time Kag'ar was still a Clansmen within The Earthfury Clan. This knowledge sparked his descent into madness aknew, it led him to assasinate Sramara which pushed him further into the abyss of madness untill he was consumed.

Torakk, with this knowledge approached his sister Tannaka, asking her for her aid in returning Sramara to the world of the living. The ritual was challenging, taking a great deal from Bloodrain's sister as she gave Sramara life aknew. Returning to the world of the living Kag'ar's fate was sealed.

Lead by Torakk, a group of The Earthfury Clan's clansmen ventured out deep into the blighted Windshear Crag. Their task was distraction, to cut their way through the sea of mindless Undead minions to the Unrelenting Terror that was Kag'ar and steal his attention as the Sramara ascended into the peaks of Stonetalon.

The battle was long, hard. As Sramara explained Kag'ar was indeed a force to be reckoned with, his Unholy power and his command over it unthinkable. And all through the battle the rising mindless Undead drones that he had risen edging closer to aid their master.

The battle turned sour nearing the end, one by one the clansmen begin to succumb to the power of Kag'ar and those who had come to serve under him. Whilst they tired, the restless minions and Kag'ar himself went on, standing adamant and unscathed against the clan's assault they showed no sign of weakness, victory appeared to be within Kag'ar's grasp. It was by now however that Sramara had reached where she climbed.

From there she called upon the spirits, requesting the aid of those spirits that writhed in agony due to Kag'ar's blight. They complied, eagerly. A crack of mighty thunder resounded across the peaks, seconds passing as the clouds in the heavens begin to form and darken, thick and almost black they blotted out the sunlit. A dim gloom overwhelming the blighted crag as electrical energy began to fill the air, it crackled softly, tingled the flesh of all within dead or alive as the storm built up power.

Bolt of electrical energy skimmed across its surface, gathering within the center of this furious maelstrom of a storm. Kag'ar looked up, blinked, and gazed upon his undoing.

As with a mighty explosion and mighty column of ligthning flew down upon the Death Knight and consumed in! Searing his rotting flesh and muscle, discintigrating armour and bone, he was oblitorated. Peice by peice he fell apart, the fragments of armour and his decimated corpse ceasing to be as the fury of the elements was unleashed ten fold upon him.

Kag'ar was defeated.

Those who took part in this battle rested, tended to their wounds, the Crag of Windshear allowed to heal through time and nurturing. It was after this battle however that Sramara felt the changes. She felt her link to the spirits losen, their voices becoming more distant. She struggled when calling upon their aid, finding that when she did they were relluctant.

Tannaka had expained somthing like this may happen during her reincarnation, explaining how the spirits may leave her suddenly or over time. Over the coming days days Sramara spent her time alone as she felt her link with the elements slowly fade away. The fall of The Earthfury Clan, the rise of The Beastmaw Clan and much more passing in her absence untill she finally returned.

 Fall of the Earthfury, Rise of the Beastmaw 

In the time Sramara has absent The Earthfury Clan steadily ran down a slope of decline. Their new leadership handed to Hrisskar the Younger, lost by Torakk through challenge. Changes were to come, yet these changes were to prove to be too much for the previous Chieftain and many of the Clansmen. Squabble rose, arguements, confrontations. Words were spoken behind backs, behind closed doors. The Earthfury Clan was begining to crumble.

It was in this time that The Earthfury Clan fell, collapsed. No more a great blow was dealt to the Horde, the mountains of Stonetalon losing its defenders and left with an open wound for the Alliance to salt. It was from the remaining ashes however that The Beastmaw Clan rose.

At the leadership of the mighty Chieftain Torakk Bloodrain, with many a clansmen who previously called The Earthfury Clan their home following him The Beastmaw Clan rose and grew rapidly. In time it became a force to be reckoned with, fighting for the Horde and honor in the name of the Warchief. They would fight both Alliance and Undead, Demon and beast, any who would dare challenge the might of the Horde and the Clan.

It was some time after the rise of The Beastmaw Clan that Sramara returned, she was different however. Changed, stronger physicaly as she lacked spiritualy.

The spirits had left her, abbandoned her. In her time of seclusion however Sramara had trained herself physicaly. Without the spirits she was defenceless, the reaslisation struck her that if she could not rely upon spirit and mind she would have to turn to body and steel. So she did. Training long and hard she learned much of combat, and quikly, truely a daughter of the Tharmar she like her father soon earned a significant level of skill in battle.

With this Sramara returned. She returned to both the Horde and The Beastmaw Clan, prepared to lay her life down for either, to fight in the name of either. Regardless of foe, Undead, beast, Demon and Alliance alike it did not matter to her.

She would fight also for her Chieftain. Whilst the space of time in which they had last seen each other was long, Sramara's feelings for Torakk had not changed the slightest, she still felt a love for him. A factor that drew her to The Beastmaw Clan along with a number of others. She would defend him with her life as both Chieftain and love, along with the Clan as a whole and the Horde itself.

Current Status
Missing, presume deceased