The story of Moggaro

[Moggaro]

Moggaro had started out his early years on the Orc world of Draenor. Like his father and his father's father, Moggaro became a soldier in the Bleeding Hollow Clan, swearing loyalty to Cho'gall the Ogre Mage and to the warchief. Moggaro knew little of his parents. Both his mother, and father as well as his grandfather were killed during the first failed invasion of Azeroth. Moggaro grew up as the horde forces slowly regrouped. He learned to fight as a Grunt of the clan. Moggaro rose through the ranks, eventually becoming a Grunt Captain. Outfitted with the best weapons and armor, Moggaro was assigned a platoon and given an assignment.. Advance through Nerzul's portal, secure the entry point, and make sure no human survives to tell of the Orc incursion. Mogg's platoon along with 10 others came blazing through the portal into the lush green valley. They quickly overcame the simple villagers there, and set up a basecamp that would serve as forward operating base. Through out the campaign, the Bleeding Hollow Clan was reknowned for it's brutality and it's lack of taking prisoners. Moggaro personally executed over 150 prisoners.

As the horde rampaged through the land, with the Amani trolls and goblins backing them.. Victory seemed all but assured. The combined might of the 8 major orc clans were on Lorderon's doorstep.. the alliance forces cowering inside thier last bastion.

At this critical moment, Moggaro recived orders from a young grunt.. The order came not from Cho'Gall.. But from Guldan.. a former orc, turned Death Knight. Mogg looked at the seal puzzled before opening it...

"Ta da forces of da Shattered Hand an Bleeding Hollow Clans.. pull joo urk. We find old powah.. We be greatah den da Doomhamma.. an da hummies!! Fall back ta dis position"

Although an orc, Moggaro was no fool when it came to tactics. He knew that the pull of two of the horde's banner units would certainly doom the attack on Lorderon. As he gathered his lieutenants, he watched as the other captains began pulling thier platoons back.. soon it was regiments.. then entire companies.. It was right about then that the humans launched an attack on the surprised orc forces, who were not ready to lose almost a quarter of thier standing numbers..

Rather then follow his clan.. or be slaughtered by the enraged and attacking humans, Moggaro and a few of his lieutenants threw down thier banners, and headed for the woods. It was there they planned to hide.

It was an ill fated choice. In those woods, there were savage bears, and furbolg. After three days of constant battle of the elements, and attacks by creatures.. The ragged band was tired.. Moggaro was on watch on that night.. The final night.

Moggaro was delirious with hunger and fatigue, he watched with paranoia at the shadows.. A large grizzly bear charged from the shadows, grabbing one of his comrades and dragging him into the back into the murky shadow of the woods. A hard hit in the side, sent Moggaro to the cold hard leaf covered ground,his side split open the vicious creature's claws. He could see the forms of his comrades fighting to get thier weapons.. and the bears tearing them apart.. Moggaro could hear the screams of his comrades.. He dared not rise.. instead.. he played dead.. Just laying there listening..

As the screams subsided.. and the creatures went back into the shadows.. Moggaro rose.. badly wounded, he staggered out of the woods to a road where he collapsed.

Hearing a hoofbeat, he raises his head, and sees a young human female.. in shining armor.. She begins to speak.. But Mogg cannot understand her.. Too weak to even reach for his axe.. he waits for her to finish him. But instead.. he sees her take off her gauntlet, and touches his side.. it burns terribly for a moment.. then, he feels very very tired. He watches her smile, as he rolls over, to his back.. his breath still a bit labored.. She mounts her charger... wheeling it around.. she rides off at a quick gallop.

Not wanting to press his luck further, Moggaro quickly returns to the woods.. Looking around for things to salvage, he finds his axe.. the head broken off, but the handel intact. he took some hair from one of his dead comrades.. braided it together, and tied it to the top and bottom of the curved handel making bow. utilizing jagged chunks of broken armor, and twigs.. he fashioned some arrows...

And set off into the forest.. now alone.. Knowing that his clan would be hunting him as a deserter.. The Doomhammer's troops hunting him as a traitor, and the humans hunting him as an enemy. Moggaro grew to learn of the woods.. how to be self reliant. In time, he grew to gain the trust of various woodland creatures.. Living off the land, and anwsering to no one.

Moggaro had no idea the second war had ended, let alone that a third one had begun.. He was stumbled upon by an Orcish strike team that was heading to liberate a high value troll prisoner. The orc commanding the strike team realized quickly that Moggaro was unaware of the events that had transpired.. But knew he could be of use to the horde.. As he knew the land, and knew the area well.

He was asked to be a guide, to the human camp.. Where the troll prisoner was liberated. Shortly thereafter, Moggaro was taken to Orgrimmar.. where he was to begin his life, in the new Orcish Horde.