Mallet of the Tides

Alossard

This article is fan fiction.
The contents herein are entirely player made and in no way represent official Warcraft lore or history. The characters and events listed are of an independent nature and are applied for roleplaying purposes only.

Hello, I'm Alossard, an 85 orc hunter from the Scryers (US). Most of my life has been based on succeeding in meeting new allies and seek information to surpass my knowledge. I've experience Azeroth for as long as I can remember, stretching back from the war against Ragnaros and his armies in the molten core, the war against the Twilight's Hammer. Most people think of me as an outcast, but I treat myself as a hero.

Alossard
Title	<The Hunter, Slayer of C'thun, Bane of Ragnaros, Death of Naxxramas, Nefarian's Demise,Illidan's End, Champion of the Naaru, Destroyer of Magtheridon, Gruul's Death, Kil'jaeden's Anguish, Malygos' Spellender, Kel'thuzad's Death, Yogg-Saron's Destruction, The Titan Savior, Champion of the Crusader's Coliseum, Fall of the Lich King, The Twilight Slayer>
Gender	Male
Race	Orc (Humanoid)
Level	85
Class	Hunter,Champion,Guardian
Reaction	Alliance Horde
Affiliation(s)	Orgrimmar
Occupation	Hero of Azeroth
Location	Unknown, many locations
Status	Alive, Active
Relative(s)	Unknown
Companion(s)	Many pets/companions
Pet family	Many - See Info

History - The Beginning

It's not easy being tossed away at a young age, and soon becoming an adult and join the Horde of Orgrimmar. Melee was never my specialty, and I could never cast even the simplest of spells. Most mocked and toyed with me on how weak I was, but then I found it, my true calling. I found a bent twig, pulled some string from my pocket, tied it to the twig, and made a bow. I sharpened some stones and tied them to smaller twigs, using those as arrows. When I took my first shot, I hit the clutch of bananas off a nearby tree. I wanted to prove that I hate a great shot using ranged weapons. I ran to Orgrimmar and find a person who was the only trainer who knew about bows, a Hunter trainer. I found my trainer and spoke to him, after catching my breath, to ask him if I was truly destined to be a hunter. I picked up the bow and arrows that I made and shot at the target in the edge of the barracks, and the trainer was impressed at first, but then frowned when I heard the words,"You need a pet, young orc." I have proven that I was capable of the shot, but I needed my pet. I traveled far and wide across Durotar, but I had no luck of taming such a beast that was compatible. Soon I came to realize, Durotar had no pets of my skill and level. I soon traveled to the Barrens in hope of finding a beast to tame. I was exploring the northern plains of the Barrens above Ratchet, when something caught my eye. I threw myself behind some shrubs and peeked over, seeing the horde-legendary lion, Humar the Pridelord. I took a few moments of breath before I would have the guts to leap out of the bushes and charge over to tame him. I wasn't long before I was overwhelmed by the beasts power, and pinned me on the ground, standing on my chest. We both looked into each others eyes for a long time, when he soon stopped growling, leaped off, and sat down in front of me. I was nervous to reach over and see what would happen, until I shut my eyes for a moment, and felt his mane rub againt my palm. I was then, that I had everything I needed to complete my destiny, A bow with ammo, skill, and a very faithful companion. I prayed from that day forth, I would become the greatest hunter that ever lived past Kalimdor, past the Eastern Kingdoms, and become the greatest hunter, on Azeroth.

Becomming the Hunter

It wasn't long that after Humar, I began my on my long, stressful, and courageous journey. I journied through Kalimdor's continents, such as the Thousand Needles, Tanaris, and Winterspring, soon moving on to the Eastern Kingdoms, traveling through the Tirisfal Glades, Eastern Plaguelands, and the Blasted Lands. Throughout walking in and out of the lands, I've found more beasts to tame, making me a stronger, faster, and better hunter. I've lost some faithful companions through my quest, but that's all part of the way things must be. Over the years, I've mastered in bows, guns, and weapons all suitable for a hunter, but weapons, skill, pets, all these are just the start of what is to come.

Ragnaros Rises

Ragnaros...it's still to this very day when I can sometimes his bellowing roar yelling, "BY FIRE BE PURGED!!!".I'll never forget when I was given the chance, to finally prove myself all of the things that I've been training for. When I was summoned to Orgrimmar, after my arrival to Durotar, when High Overlord Saurfang gave me the notice that Blackrock Mountain, home to our blackrock orc brethren, was under siege by the elemental lord of fire, Ragnaros. This new information was pretty shocking, seening that one of the four elemental lords has risen from the bowels of the planet and plans to rage war against mortals. Riding a zeppelin to the Undercity, purchasing a windrider, and flying to the Searing Gorge, was the easy part, but I had a true challenge ahead of me, finding a way to reach the Molten Core, lair of Ragnaros.

An old dwarfish door seemed to be open and seemed to lead to the center of the mountain. Following the small corridor to the center, finding the Molten Span. Running down the long chains that connected an ancient tomb seemed to be my only way to reach Blackrock Depths, and past that, the core itself. Sneaking my way around all the guards and creeping through the long metal hallways was the easy part, but when I stumbled upon a metal bridge, stretching over a river of lava and guarded by 3 fierce fire elementals, I found that it was the cave entrance to the core. Killing them was the easy part, but I knew Ragnaros would sense my presence if I just walked into his hallowed core, so I gathered some of my best mates, and started my force against Ragnaros and his forces in the Molten Core.

Through several hours of rampaging the core, we met Ragnaros' most trusted advisor, Majordomo Executus. He immediately surrendered after we destroyed his guards and healers. He promised he would summon Ragnaros if we cooperated with him and let him keep his life. Soon after the deal, he left behind a chest, and teleported to the fiery center of the core. My forces and I gathered at the center where Executus promised to summon the firelord, which he did, but at a terrible price. Ragnaros spawned from the lava under our feet, made a fool out of the majordomo, and executed him on the spot. He looked at us and challenged us to defeat him within his own lair. The intensity of the battle increased as some of us were burned alive, or thrown into the lava by the might of Sulfuras. Even though Ragnaros disintegrated before our eyes, we knew this would not be the last time we see him. We lost many men, women, companions, minions, and much more, but our job was finished, we banished the firelord back to his home realm....for now...

Nefarian's Dragonflight

At this time, the Black Dragonflight posed no real threat to the world, but the Horde and the Alliance had their concerns. Though Ragnaros was defeated by my hand, my allies and I were called to recieve word that Nefarian, son of Deathwing, seems to make his presence known in the upper reaches of Blackrock. Flying back to Blackrock Mountain, instead of going down in the mountain, I went up, entering Blackrock Spire, the Dark Horde's main base of operations. Upon killing General Drakkisath, reaching the end of the spire, I noticed that the orb Drakkisath was guarding contained an immense power unlike any other orb I have ever seen. I placed my palm on it and seemed to absorb it's power, almost feeling that I had access to something. I trembled down a few hallways only to fine the entrance to Nefarian's domain, Blackwing Lair. Only 2 blackrock guards stood in my way of reaching the hallway, so I simply killed them and moved into the real threat of the mountain.

I had my allies and friends summoned to help destroy the forces of the dragonflight that awaited us ahead. We all felt the feeling of death around us as we made ourselves past the garrison in the entrance of the lair. We passed onto the next chamber only to find a wounded and mind-controlled member of the Red Dragonflight, Vaelastrasz the Corrupt. We felt awful as Nefarian's human form, Lord Victor Nefarius, tortured the poor red dragon until he was under his control to help destroy us. Though through a gruesome battle we overcame the dragon, we still felt sorry that we had to kill a member of the red dragonflight. Passing through the dark and dreadful hallways of the lair, we soon came upon the gate leading to Nefarian's seat in power.

We all gathered in front of his seat as he just smiled, laughed at us, snapped his fingers, and dozens of mind-controlled allies of the other dragonflights soon started to attack us. We overwhelmed them quickly, but when we turned to see Nefarian sit on his throne. we vanished, but reappeared in his true form, the black dragon that was the true son of Deathwing. He started to bombard us with fire, and toyed with our abilities as we tried to kill him. After him becomming extreamly weak, I leaped into the air, grabbed my weapons, and decapitated his head, killing him instantly. We all took a breath of relief that the dragon was no more, then taking his head back to Orgrimmar, and presenting to Overlord Runthak, as he just basked in awe looking at the giant bloody head impaled on a spike through the center of the city. My allies and I were given a special gratitude for destroying the dragon, and yet, saving Azeroth once more.