It may not be necessary but I feel compelled to do BGs for servers now. Call me crazy lol, anyway I hope you read and enjoy this bit of lore for my tauren. Critique as you will. I'm kidding don't... But really go ahead. No really don't please. Seriously be my guest. Or not?
Name: Geralorn Kodostrength
Age: 38
Height:9'9
Weight:690 lbs.
Description: An impressive tauren, with many trophies decorating his biceps in the form of bicep strings, usually with feathers, teeth, or claws attached. Short black fur covers his body, very soft and granting him a slightly more menacing appearance. His horns are long and black angling straight up towards the sky. His eyes are a comforting brown betraying the ferocity and strength of his form. He grew up in a time of hard-ship in a race of powerful people His physique is astounding due to the demands of a young life fighting centaur and the martial prowess of the Ragetotem. He has adopted the use of plate armor from the orcs, however he was last scene garbed in more ancestral armor to honor his father Garn Ironhide.
History: Geralorn only knew travel in his early life. The Ragetotem were a constantly moving force in the Desolace. The tribe itself followed the will of the Seer who guided them through the waste-lands. The Chief, Sark defended the tribe. As the centaur menace grew the children were raised less to live for the hunt and more for war. In a time of great despair, chief Sark was given a choice to stand and fight or save his tribe and the many younglings within it. He made a hard choice but picked the warriors he though best to see the battle through.Garn Ironhide and twenty other warriors held a pass while the tribe made their way through the Stonetalon mountains and eventually to the barrens where they met Cairne Bloodhoof. The tribe was stronger with others of its kind yet it still required warriors. Of the twenty-one seven returned. By battle's end five had died and Garn with eight others followed the centaurs to ensure they would never follow the Ragetotem.
Geralorn was raised by his mother and the tribe from then forth. His mother was a seeress and promised he would not be defeated within Kalimdor. That his father's spirit watched over him and his father's spirit, an ancient line of warrior tauren upholding both honor and faith. She promised that the Earthmother would be ever watchful, but it was up to him to make something great of himself.
As he grew he held strong to his faith. He was even, briefly, considered to be a shaman as he would seemingly talk to the wind when in doubt or frustration. He never expected an answer but it helped to speak his troubles to the Earthmother, whether she answered did answer or not, who is to say? Geralorn was a strong youth when his time came to take the trials of the Earthmother he set out on his hunt and in view of two other warriors wrestled an adult kodo to the ground over the course of several hours before snapping its neck. The warriors noted how tired he had been when he was finally able to break the creature as well as his resolution to see the deed done. The young tauren gave thanks to the Earthmother and the kodo for its meat, its bone, hide, and its will to fight before using as much of it as possible. To this day he wears the hide around his waist though it has torn and tattered over two decades, it holds as much symbolism for him as the earth itself.
In adulthood he joined the orcs, even serving under a great and aging warlord known as Palth for a short time. He grew fond of the orcs, their strength and traditions were much like his own. He also grew fond of the fight, constantly testing his strength against that of even the largest orcs for enjoyment. Geralorn spent most of his time in Orgrimmar training with heavy equipment to make tauren more survivable against the projectiles of the alliance.
Geralorn held no ill-will towards the alliance initially particularly the Night Elves whom he viewed as nearly kindred spirits to the tauren. Instead he fought the humans whom he viewed for the most part as medium-sized game. He was more fond of the dwarves he came across, small yet powerful like the tortoise always moving forward.
When the rifts began to open, he thought it was a test of the Earthmother, his mother warned him of his defeat across the sea. Yet he only took the garb of what his long-lost father wore and set forth with the armies of the horde, to Hyjal and to the aid of the elves for the second time in his life.
Subject: Geralorn Kodostrength 
Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:44 am
