A young Shu'halo caught in the swirling winds of change. He wonders what is good for his people; the old ways or the new ways? Will a good relationship with the Horde be prosperous in the years to come? Or will it make them puppets, boiling with rage, who walk on the belly of the Earthmother with hatred? He thinks the Kaldorei may be able to help.

Done in tombow water-based markers and pencil.

My World of Warcraft roleplay character, Orzinn. He is of the Wildmane clan. I roleplay him in WoW Classic. He is the age equivilent of an 17 year old human and he worked in Thunderbluff shortly after it was built tending to the windriders. The windrider is his spirit animal. He has an affinity for creatures of the air and along with that he has very sharp intution. He has a good feel for if someone is lying and rarely misses tracks and sign on the hunt.

After running away from Mulgore, before his coming of age rites were even finished, he joined up with the Horde as a conscript and was shipped off to the Eastern Kingdoms. The Forsaken needed leather workers and Orzinn did that kind of work before he could even remember. After a few months of working on saddles, making short trips to hunt the southern jungles and killing a few Alliance scouts here and there he discovered his true and intended duty; to repair Forsaken soldiers. The idea of sewing the undead back together, sorting limbs and flesh and harvesting gore from fallen enemies did not sit well with him. But still he persisted. On one of his trips to Mulgore (which he always did in disguise as he knew his father, Drugoh, was searching for him), an Elder asked him to complete a quest of great importance. He was tasked to receive a sacred centaur artifact but first he would need moonwell water to douse the sacred flames that made the object untouchable. Orzinn traveled to Ashenvale and there he slayed a dryad to obtain the vessel for the moonwell water. He felt he had done wrong and began to have nightmares every night. He never filled the bottle with the sacred waters. It wouldn't be long until he ran into the Kaldorei. Two Nightsong Sentinels came to Mulgore to assist in the killing of an angered spirit and all the while Orzinn fought along side them, the moonwell bottle burned tortuously in his beltpouch... The nightmares increased in their vividity and his life-path kept converging with the Kaldorei. He deserted his post in the Eastern Kingdoms and hid out in the ancestral lands of the Wildmane; The Barrens, Thousand Needles and the wasteland of Mashan'she. Will he find enlightenment? Or just the dust that rises and settles over and over again in those once lush places?