Backstory;

Growing up as at the Orgrimmar Orphanage in the aftermath of the Third War, I grew up knowing nothing but War and Violence. I dreamt of becoming a war hero, like Grom, Rokhan, Rexxar, the ones in the stories our whole reality was based on. When I was finally old enough to fight for the Horde I jumped at the chance. To slay demons, scourge, humans all in the name of the glorious Horde. Turns out it isn't everything they told us it would be. In the stories thousands of night elves fell before the mighty Gorehowl, but when they sent our regiment out to Warsong Gulch it took all our effort just to stay alive. They trained me in the Arcane Arts so I could destroy demons, but 10 minutes in Hellfire and suddenly I'm wishing I was back in Orgrimmar.

Being a soldier in the Horde ain't all It's cracked up to be, sure I get respect being a mage and all. But really I want out, I kill Alliance dogs because I get paid. I helped in the war against the Lich King because If I didn't we'd all die. But all I really want is to settle down and open a small Tailoring Shop in the drag or something.

The Lich King is finally dead, and I thought all this war business was finally over. But now Eitrigg is talking about cultists, angry elementals and the possible return of some pissed off dragon... I fear I still have a lot of fighting left to do.