OOC: Every cub will be expected to read the vision in
full before becoming a member of the tribe. Without a
vision, they say, a people perish. This is the vision of
the tribe. They believe a dark time is coming and that they
must prepare to face and overcome it.
IC: Transcribed on a scroll in the cave den of the
Tribe is the vision. Your character has been asked to read
it before deciding if this tribe can be his/her home. When
your character finishes reading it he will be asked why
they believe they are called to this tribe, Bad Moon
Rising. Address your response to a council member.
Blackness... I see nothing, yet I am unafraid. I am the
one attempting to entomb myself within my mind. I am
meditating, hoping to contact the ancestors for further
insight. I.. I have been recieving these dreams that have
I am Trannok, son of Thul, young Shaman of the free orc
Frostwolf Clan. My mentor suggested I try this ritual.
Perhaps alone, I will find answers. I sit high on top of
the ridge of mountains that ouline the frozen valley my
clan has called home for sometime now. My eyes are closed.
In my lap sits a small drum that I strike at with a
constant rythym. Thump, thump, thump... my breathing begins
to slow... Thump, Thump, Thump... slowly my mind begins to
focus. The sounds of the small crackling fire near me; the
hot scent of its' ash and rising smoke all begin to fade to
the constant thump, thump, thump. The thumping of the drum
becomes my heartbeat, or perhaps it is my heart that I
hear... I can no longer tell. I am focused on the now and
nothing... SUDDENLY, piercing through my nothing is the
howl of a wolf... I shudder from the sudden burst of
sensory overload, and then I truly no nothing....
I become aware once more, I reach out to push myself up
and feel nothing... My eyes open, my heartbeat still loud
in my ears. My mind, my spririt cries out to the nothing,
"Great Ancestors, and my spirit guide the wolf. LEAD ME!
SHOW ME YOUR BIDDING!"
Slowly I begin to comprehend... I am floating in a
endless blackness, pin points of light surround me. A great
ball of fire and ice hurtles past me, bit of it falling off
into a firey tail behind it... my mind slowly begins to
comprehend moons and worlds. And finally I notice a great
glowing orb that appears in the nothing.. It looks as if it
was something set aflame. Is it a planet?... no! there are
two. Great Ancestors.. they are eyes. Horrible, malecious,
all knowing eyes.. burning into my being with their intense
gaze.. but no... it's not me they are looking at. They look
through me.. behind me?? Somehow, my view begins to turn,
until I see what they must see. I see a world. This being
is focused upon this world, but for what reason? THUMP..
my heart pounds... or is it a drum? I blink...
My eyes open to reveal a new place. A new time? I see
blue skies, and the fluffy white clounds that make me think
of the bluffs of mulgore. I am laying on soft earth...and I
can not move. I try to sit up, but I am unable... I hear a
lone wolf howling in the distance, and above me the clouds
begin to march across the sky. March...they move faster, as
if pushed by some great wind... faster then move yet.
Faster then any wolf rider, faster then the winged
snakes... still faster they move... Day turns to dusk turns
to darkest night turns to dawn turns to day... over and
over endlessly, I feel the warmth of days of sun and soft
breezes; I feel pelting rain and freezing snows. I am
unable to blink, to even turn my eyes away from this...
still moving.. the world, the skies, the clouds will NOT
STOP!!! What madness is this!!! Then I hear the mournful
howling of several wolves. A true pack, strong in their
unity howling as one, but I can sense a sadness to their
howl... the skies stop their frenetic movements, and a full
The moon is pale and bright even against the blue sky of
day, but slowly it changes. Bits of the moon seem to fall
off of it, plummeting out of their correct place in the sky
where they hit the horizon bursts of color flash out
assaulting my eyes. Finally he moon stops it's change,
and it's face is now that of a hollow skull. The image
seems to laugh at me in arrogance, and starting from around
the moon's now skeletal mouth, the skies begin to turn red,
as if blood dripping from its' maw was staining the
heavens. When the skies were corrupted to a sickly dark
red, the moon seemed to burst into flames and I blink
My eyes open once more, and I see the raised earth of an
insect mound. All over the mound it seems as if insects of
many sizes and strange shapes swarm. I notice that they
seem to be tearing down the mound, maybe it was one colony
attacking another, I had once hea...rd...NO!.. My mind
paused in mid htough shocked into static by sudden perfect
clairty. It wasn't an insect mound, it was Ogrimmar. I was
floating in the clouds.. my mind started to notice the
details of the battle. I hear laughing from the bad moon
still hanging in the sky. Its' face laughing at me.. next
thing I knew, I was hurtling toward the ground. Apparently
whatever magic that held me in place was spent. Falling,
faster and faster, the ground is coming closer I am about
to hit, and I blink.
My eyes open once more, and I hear the wooshing of a
blade, along with the crackle of fire and I can feel
warmth, almost too hot coming from my left. I leap to my
right, dodging just in time the fatal decent of a burning
sword. Rolling and standing, I now see the blade is held
by some monsterous demon from my nightmares. By the
ancestors... I see hundreds of them swaming in... I can't
see where they are coming from, but over his (it's?)
shoulder. I see my nemesis... the bad moon hangs high in
the blood red sky, and it laughs once more as if calling
forth these fell creatures. I pull forth my shield and
mace, just in time to block another thunderous blow. The
power of the blow drives me up into the air. I land
uncerimoniously several orc lengths back, the impact with
the ground causing me to blink...
I flash in and out of several more prohesies of the end.
In each the bad moon taunting me.
Finally, My eyes open once more, and the skies are their
normal blue once more. I feel the wind, it is not the warm
and searing blast I felt countless times in countless ends.
No, this wind was gentle and comforting. In the distance I
hear wolves howling. It was only then that I noticed before
me is a single great white wolf. It stops it's howling for
a moment turning it's head to look at me. It begins to walk
away slowly. My mind reeling from everything, I notice it
stop and look back at me once more. I swear I saw a nod
before the great wolf began to walk once more.
I stand and follow the white wolf. Ahead, I see the
tents of a small wandering tribe. The banners they fly are
of the Horde, and another bearing the head of the wolf.
Curious, I continue to follow the wolf past many empty
tents until finally we reach a small raised mound. There is
only myself and the wolf. He raises his muzzle to the sky
and let's loose this great howl. Soon, I hear other wolves
answering. Other wolves begin to arrive. They nod their
head to the wolf next to me. As they gather I notice them
play like any normal wolf pack. As even more wolves arrive,
I notice them gather into packs of their own. With a yip
they leave as they form these groups. Some how I know where
they go... Some seek battle, some seek the ruins of legend,
and some run to seek even more. Even as the packs leave,
more arrive.. all answering the call of the great white
wolf. I notice the bad moon on the horizon. But even as it
starts to rise, another pack leaves. With each pack leaving
the ascent of the moon slows it's pace. Perhaps with enough
it may never reach it's zenith...
The great wolf stops his howling, and looks at me. With
a nod of his head, the other gathered wolves nod to me as
well. Smoke begins to rise from the ground of each wolf...
slowly before my eyes they change shape. These wolves
changed into the familiar shapes of trolls, orc and
tauren... even a few of the undead. My eyes open in wide
surprise, I notice cloth robes and warrior plate. I see
totems of the elements, and to my surprise even a few imps
and other demons of the warlock stoll by seeking their
masters among the wolves.. or once wolves changed. I turn
to look at the great white wolf, witha snarl it leaps at
me and I blink.
My eyes open, the fire I had built was still burning.
But tending the flames was the familar shape of my mentor
in the shamanistic ways. I had been missing for a week, and
then lost in the ancestor's dream for another week after he
found me. We discuss my vision.. the bad moon is rising on
the horizon. I know this means any one of the end days is
trying to break through from dream to reality. The tribe of
the wolf must be gathered to fight.
I am Trannok of the Tribe of the Bad Moon Rising. And we
will protect our own from any horrific future.
OOC: On the next page, you will fill out an application
(if you are still interested in joining). By doing so you
will register for our forums, apply to the guild, and be
offered an opportunity to tell us about your character.
Make sure to address why your character believes they may
be called to this tribe and why the tribe might accept you.
Click on the link to go to the application: "New Member Application".
Or you can click on this link to return to the Bad Moon Rising Home page