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Welcome to the muse list monster fuckers! Basically I have a shitload of canon & original characters who you are more than welcome to poke and prod at. Just lemme know who interests you when we plot, or specify who you'd like if you ever send in a rp meme!

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Garrosh Hellscream: Garrosh Hellscream was a former Warchief of the Horde chosen by Thrall to replace him in the wake of the Cataclysm, until he was succeeded by Vol'jin after the Siege of Orgrimmar. Throughout the history of Azeroth, few mortals have achieved greater notoriety than him. Garrosh grew up on Draenor in the shadow of his father, the great warrior Grommash Hellscream, leader of the Warsong clan. Grom was the first orc leader to drink the blood of Mannoroth, subjugating the orcs to the Legion's will.

Grommash Hellscream: Grommash "Grom" Hellscream was the legendary chieftain of the Warsong clan, a powerful warrior, close friend, and greatest lieutenant to Warchief Thrall. He was the first orc who drank the blood of Mannoroth the Destructor, thus binding the Horde to the Burning Legion — and he would eventually pay the ultimate price to free himself and his people from the Blood Curse.

Varok Saurfang: High Overlord Varok Saurfang was a renowned orc warrior of the Blackrock clan, and the younger brother of Broxigar. A famed veteran of the First, Second, and Third Wars, he served as Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer's second-in-command during the Second War, and as Supreme Commander of the Might of Kalimdor during the second War of the Shifting Sands against the qiraji of Ahn'Qiraj.

Thrall, son of Durotan: Thrall (birthname Go'el), son of Durotan and Draka, is the former Warchief of the restored shamanistic Horde, founder of the nation of Durotar in Kalimdor and one of the second wave of shaman. His parents killed by Gul'dan's assassins shortly after his birth in the beginning of the First War, he was found and raised by Aedelas Blackmoore who gave Thrall his name. Raised as a slave and gladiator, he later joined Orgrim Doomhammer in freeing the orcs imprisoned after the Second War, being named Warchief after Doomhammer's death.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝐊 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka: Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka (usually shortened to Ghazghkull Thraka) is an Ork warlord of the Goff klan and a mighty prophet of the WAAAGH!. He is the single most influential Ork in the galaxy in the 41st Millennium, and billions of Greenskins march to war in his name. Since Ghazghkull's rise to power, he has led countless campaigns of destruction. He has crushed Aeldari war hosts, banished tides of Daemons, and smashed phalanxes of Necrons to so much sparking scrap.

𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐅𝐢 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Callicles Arcavius: Callicles Arcavius is a Crollian Orc and the lost prince of the planet Crolla. Leading the life as a smuggler, Callicles was arrested and imprisoned by the Galactic Imperium of Orcs and Man. Realizing that he was the lost Prince of the water planet of Crolla, the Emperor gave Callicles the choice to serve the Imperium and reclaim his planet, or to remain a prisoner. As of now Callicles is a vicious Knight of the Imperium, fighting back the forces of the Elven invaders from the stars. His mind is set on reclaiming his home planet and taking the throne as Lord of the Crollian Orcs.

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Original Character - Johnny Midas: Formerly a College Quarterback for the Ohio State Buckeyes, Johnny Midas was recently chosen by an Orc deity to dawn the form of an Orc for the rest of his life in order to assist the heroes of the world during the coming Viltrumite invasion! Johnny is a wild card and a cocky hero, but he certainly takes is job seriously... most of the time!

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Tor Borsson: Tor is a Paladin who was once loyal to Odin the "All-Father." However, after losing faith in his God, Tor broke his sworn divine Oath and became an Oathbreaker. Tor now travels the Forgotten Realms primarily as a ruthless mercenary.

My non-Orc characters are still monsters but are muses that I don't mind writing with people! I love my Orc boys but I'm more than open to writing as the following characters for you!

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Grog Strongjaw: Grog Strongjaw is a goliath barbarian/fighter and a member of Vox Machina. When he was young, Grog was exiled from the Herd of Storms by its leader, Grog's uncle Kevdak, for taking pity on a helpless old gnome the tribe was attacking. He was then taken in by that same gnome, Wilhand Trickfoot, and raised alongside his great-great-granddaughter Pike.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Xarantaur: Xarantaur is an elite Tauren druid and quest giver at Camp Tunka'lo in the Storm Peaks. He is over ten thousand years old, having been among the first tauren druids to be tutored by Cenarius and raised to immortality by Nozdormu to serve as an agent of the bronze dragonflight. The Aspect gave him the Lorehammer.

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Frank Horrigan: Special Agent Frank Horrigan was a former human turned Super Mutant who was apart of the Enclave Secret Service. A brutish brick of a man, Horrigan is known for his brutality and lust for human women within the California Wasteland. Unlike other Super Mutants, Horrigan has a specially made Power Armor suit that is used to keep him fully functioning and protected.

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Fur Black as Night

Ardenweald, the Heart of the Forest

Galdia stretched as she climbed off the back of the Everwyrm, the orcish woman looking around. Sekhi had seemed really insistent she come out, but she’ll be damned if she knew why. The shamaness was always a little easily distracted. She go on and on about how important it was to do something, but when you wanted to know what made it important the vulpera would just look at you as if it should be obvious.

Well, here she was, the warsong warrior striding towards the Heart of the Forest in Ardenweald, then stumbling to a halt as the centaur-like fae on either side of the gate crossed their spears infront of her.

“HEY! Whats the big idea?! I got called here!” she snapped at them, glaring and flexing her fingers.

“You are not of the Wild Hunt.” replied the one on the left, “Only those who are aligned with our covenant may enter.”

“Yeah? Well someone in your covenant wanted me here ya damn horse.” she growled, but held back. A few years ago she’d have both his forelegs in five separate pieces by now, but she’d learned to focus and control her anger.

“Fine then… Might wanna cover your ears.” she grinned, taking a deep breath. She may not actually be directly related to old Grom, but every Warsong knew how to make themselves heard just as well as the legendary Hellscream.

“HEY SEKHI! I’M HERE! GET YOUR FURRY ASS OUT HERE ALREADY!” she hollered, her voice echoing around the clearing as both the guards winced and covered their ears, several ardenmoths flying off in a panic at the sudden shout as everyone stopped and turned to look at her until she glared around her and they quickly went back to what they were doing.

After a few minutes she could hear the familiar sound of rapidly padding feet, and then the vulpera scrambled into view... or rather, a glowing blue vulpin did.

The creature vanished, reappearing behind her and yipping excitedly before speaking in Sekhi’s voice, “Galdia! Finally! I’ve been waiting all day, we gotta get moving now!” she chittered, her tail swishing as the vulpera danced around her legs in her soulshape. All four of their allies who’d joined the Night Fae had been gifted the power to take on animal form and Sekhi, being a vulpera, had decided to go with a fox for her form.

Galdia’s eye twitched as her cheeks darkened. Dammit why’d she have to be so… fluffy… all the time. “Change back already! I wanna know what the fel was so important that you had to drag me here all the way from Maldraxxus. I’m skipping an arena fight for this yanno!” she snapped.

Sekhi yipped again, then paused and looked down at herself as if just realizing she was still a vulpin. “Oh right!” she giggled, then closed her eyes and with a burst of anima the glowing creature vanished, replaced by the young shamaness.

“Sorry, I was runnin' errands 'n its easier ta get around as a vulpin… but… yeah, there’s something out in th' forests I know you gotta see!” she nodded, whistling loudly. There was a faint giggling sound and then a hyena, already wearing a bridle and saddle, rounded the corner and ran up to the vulpera, nuzzling her cheek as she grinned and hugged it, then climbed onto the back of the creature. “C’mon!” she nodded to Galdia, guiding the hyena to turn towards the exit and snapping the reins.

Galdia sighed and took out a small glowing green rock, giving it a squeeze as a portal opened and her mount trundled through from Maldraxxus, dwarfing Sekhi’s in size. A tauralus, a sort of undead ox-like creature with a skull face and two long boney tails, waited patiently for the orc to climb on before she followed the vulpera out into the forests.

“So… what’s so damn important Sekhi?” she asked once they were away from the forest’s heart.

“Well… I dunno!” she smiled.

Galdia rolled her eyes. Even by shaman standards Sekhi could be a bit… off. “Sekhi, I just flew for five hours to get here…” she growled in warning.

Sekhi yipped, “Oh! I mean, I kinda know, but… well… I’ve been havin' dreams all week. In ‘em I’m runnin' through th' forest in my vulpin form, 'n I keep hearin' something callin' out your name. I think there’s something in th' forest looking for ya!” she nods, “It’s a bit odd… like they’re saying it all funny. Like ‘Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaldiaaaaaaaaaaaaa…’ Like that!” she nodded.

Galdia frowned, “… a dream. You called me out here because you’ve been having weird dreams.” she said flatly. If this was anyone else she’d have smacked them so hard they forgot what numbers were, but Sekhi was a shaman so it could mean something. Shaman were prone to visions after all…

… or it could be that she needs to cut back on Jaie’s grilled shadowshanks before bed. Not all Shaman dreams were important.

“Whatever…” sighed the orc, “I’m here, may as well see if it at least means a good fight.” she nodded.

They travelled along through the woods to the southeast, heading past Hibernial Hollow, and eventually into the dessicated lands where a major battle between the Wild Hunt and the forces of the renegade loa Mueh’zala had taken place, the orcish woman idly reaching back to ensure her sword was at the ready.

Rather than an orcish or a Maldraxxi blade, a sword of pandaren craft hung from a scabbard on her back but she’d trust her life on it. The blade had served her well for over a year now.

She could feel something though. She may not be a shaman like Sekhi, but any Warsong warrior knows when they’re being watched. “Hrm… Sekhi, we may be in for a fight… I feel eyes on us…” she muttered, knowing the vulpera’s acute hearing could easily pick up her words.

Sekhi shook her head, “Nah, we’re fine. Th' song'd warn me if something bad was gonna happen, its just singin' normally right now.” she replied cheerfully. The shamanaess could hear the elements as a sort of constant background music, though in the Shadowlands it worked a bit differently than on Azeroth… Suddenly however Sekhi pulled back on her mount’s reins as her ears perked up. “Oh! I think its near!” she yipped.

“It? Whats it?” asked the orc. “What are you talking abo-..." she began, then froze as a long low howl echoed around the clearing, the voice sounding like it belonged to a very large wolf.

The orc stared, her eyes wide. She knew that howl… she still heard it sometimes in her own dreams. “… it can’t be…” she whispered, her hand going to a leather thong around her neck where a rat’s skull and four large worg fangs hung.

Galdia halted her mount immediately as Sekhi looked back at her, “Huh? What can’t be? Galdia?!” she asked as the orc dismounted and waved the magic Maldraxi stone at the mount to teleport it back to the Seat of the Primus, gazing in the direction that the howl came from.

“There’s just no way…” she shook her head slowly, then unsheathed her sword and charged off towards the source of the howl, the orc’s eyes wide as she gritted her teeth.

“H-huh?! Hey Galdia! Wait up!” called Sekhi as she urged her own mount to try to keep pace with the woman, which wasn’t easy even for the hyena!

Galdia charged onwards like a woman possessed, slashing branches and bushes out of the way as she ran. A spriggan hiding nearby attempted to leap out at her and in one fluid motion she grabbed its arm, spun around, and smashed it face first into a tree, then kept running without even pausing to see if the spriggan survived or not! Finally she arrived at a clearing and looked around. “It came from here…” she rumbled, her head snapping this way and that as Sekhi caught up and dismounted herself.

“Galdia! What is it?!” she yipped at her, “Is it some kinda monster? Is it another drust thing?!” she asked, pulling out her flute from her pack, then pausing as the orc waved her down.

Galdia looked around again, her eyes wide, then she took a breath, “I know you’re here!” she called out, “I know your howl! Stop hiding!” she yelled into the woods, then took a deep breath and shouted even louder, “COME TO ME, NIGHTPELT!”

For a moment, nothing… then the bushes rustled, and into the clearing walked a massive black-furred worg, or at least the soul of one.

Its eyes shone a deep yellow, pinpricks in a sea of fur so black that it was only by looking closely that one could tell they could see through the beast, marking it as a spirit rather than flesh and blood like the orc and vulpera.

“Galdia?” asked Sekhi, her ears folding back in confusion.

The warrior ignored her, sheathing her sword and walking forward as if in a trance, her eyes on the worg-spirit the entire time. “You… of course… of course you’d come here, all animals do…” she rumbled, reaching out a hand to the worg’s head. The animal leaned in to nuzzle it and went right through her fingers with a tingling sensation.

“Galdia… do you know 'em?” asked the vulpera.

The orc paused, shaking her head a bit to clear it, then reached a hand up and fingered one of the fangs on her necklace, “… yeah, yeah I do…” she replied.

Gorgrond, the World of Draenor

Fourteen years after the defeat of Archimonde

Galdia slunk through the underbrush, her handaxe at the ready as a black furred worg padded along next to her. She was a teenager, barely into her teens even. Food had been scarce lately, the light-blighting of Draenor scouring most of the wildlife from the areas that the Naaru and their zealots had claimed, but their scouts had reported seeing clefthoof tracks to the west of the camp and Galdia had decided to investigate. She would normally go with a hunting party, but she wanted to impress Old Grom by bringing back a whole carcass herself. She’d never actually seen a live clefthoof but they couldn’t be too hard to carry, right?

“C’mon Nightpelt, use that nose boy… lets find that herd.” she grinned, gripping her axe as they padded along through the brush.

The worg, Nightpelt, had been hers since she was a child, raised by her from a pup into a young lean partner for the warsong warrior-in-training. She trusted him like her own brother and knew his nose was second to none… or at least knew with the certainty of a ‘he’s the best because I say so’ teenager.

The worg sniffed at the air as they walked into a clearing, then its ears suddenly went flat and its hackles raised as it let out a low angry growl. The orc stumbled to a halt, looking at it, “Nightpelt? Whats wron-“ she began, then froze as she heard a metallic clattering sound approaching… and three white skinned men with hooves instead of feet and glowing golden tattoos strode into the clearing. One had a large warhammer strapped to his back, the other two held crossbows.

“… lightbound…” she whispered as her eyes widened, the orc gripping her axe and glaring at them. She’d been told to run from them, especially if outnumbered, but they’d already spotted her and the brush was too thick to flee through!

“Ah, I thought I was hearing something…” smiled the leader, his eyes glowing the golden glow of one infused with the purest essence of a Naaru’s touch. To some from Azeroth that might mark him as benevolent but Galdia knew what she was looking at. A religious fanatic to the Naaru, someone who would rob an orc of everything that made them who they were in service to their faith.

“Do not be afraid little one, soon you too will be one with us in the Light’s embrace…” he smiled warmly, striding forward as he unsheathed his warhammer. “Do not resist now, this is for your own good.”

Galdia’s mind had hovered between fight and flight for several seconds and seeing him coming closer flipped the switch all the way to fight! She roared in fury and slashed out with her axe, the draenei vindicator easily parrying it with his hammer.

“Oho! This one has fight in her!” he chuckled as if talking to a rather rambunctious toddler. “Remat! Voro! A little something to calm her, if you would be so kind…” he said as the pair of crossbow-wielding draenei nodded and loaded bolts with tips coated with a syrupy blue liquid that Galdia recognized as a paralysis inducing poison! They meant to make her helpless and carry her back to Shattrath to make her like them!

The two fired, but she dove to the side and the bolts thunked into the dirt as she rolled, then lashed out at the back of the Draenei’s leg. One thing about having knees like that, it was very hard to make armor to protect them from behind!

The vindicator’s eyes widened as the axe bit deep into his left leg, falling to the ground as the other two draenei quickly tried to reload, this time going for bolts with sharpened true-iron tips! If the orc would not allow them to incapacitate her, they would simply cripple her instead! She snarled and dove away a second time, then rushed forward and slammed into the one on the left, tackling him to the ground and smashing her axe down into his face frantically. The draenei’s helmet had come off in the scuffle and the last thing he saw was her axe’s edge approaching his face at speed!

“Voro! NO!” cried out the other one, growling in fury as he aimed his crossbow. “If you will not be one with us, you will not be at all! DIE!” he spat, firing as Galdia looked up, the bolt moving too fast for her to block but suddenly a black shape dove infront of her and a loud yelping sound filled the air as Nightpelt’s body fell limply to the floor of the forest.

“NIGHTPELT!” she screamed, turning her gaze to the remaining draenei as she climbed off the first one’s corpse. “You… YOU’RE DEAD YOU LIGHT-CURSED PIECE OF SHIT!” she snarled as the draenei frantically attempted to reload, but a crossbow was not the weapon you wanted at close range! She charged, lept, smashed the axe into his helmet to bring him down, then smashed the edge into the stunned draenei’s throat once, twice, and then a third time with a loud sickening chop! The head fell, and Galdia kicked it away as it rolled free of his shoulders.

She growled and breathed heavily through her teeth, then stopped as she heard a pitiful sounding whine. “Nightpelt! Hang on, I’m coming!” she turned to her fallen worg and ran to his side, dropping to her knees. She reached for the bolt, still embedded in his chest, giving it a careful pull and stopping as the worg began to thrash in pain! “Its… its in your lung… I…” she stammered, “I… I can’t… we’re too far from camp… we’ll never…”

“Child…” came the voice of the vindicator. He was still on the ground, struggling to prop himself up on his hammer. “I… can save him… the Light can heal his wounds…” he nodded, “Do not… be foolish.” he hissed in pain, holding his shattered leg as he moved into a sitting position. “Yrel will win this war… Draenor will unite under the Light and serve the Naaru… we do not have to be enemies…” he nodded to her. “I can save your friend if you just embrace the Light…” he smiled warmly to her, extending a hand.

Galdia looked back between him and Nightpelt, then turned to the draenei… “My answer… is…”

Mag’har base camp, two hours later.

Galdia walked into the main tent, looking around at the remaining clan leaders, then at Grom Hellscream as he studied a map of Gorgrond. “Hm? What do you want youngblood?” asked the old orc.

Galdia reached into a sack she had with her and tossed three draenei heads onto the table, one of which had a very surprised expression even now. “Lightbound, ran into a patrol. Dunno if they know where we are, but we should probably be ready to move just incase.” she replied in a deadpan tone, her eyes narrowed.

Grom looked surprised at the sight, a single young orc taking down three trained draenei was no small feat. “Hm! Right, good job. I’ll make sure the others know to be ready…” he replied, then looked at her. “… where’s your worg?” he asked.

Galdia’s gaze hardened as she looked to the severed draenei heads. “Ask them.” she spat, leaving the tent.

Later that night she took a leather necklace on which hung a skull of an animal not unlike a rat, the first kill she and Nightpelt had ever had when she was a child, and after some work with a chisel added four worg fangs to the necklace. “… every time I kill one of them, I’ll make sure you taste their blood Nightpelt.” she whispered as she slid the fourth one on, “So your spirit will know another lightbound monster is dead.” she nodded as she slid the necklace on over her head.

Ardenweald, Present Day

“He… was my worg, my partner, my brother-in-spirit…” she replied to Sekhi, “We were at war on my homeworld, on Draenor, before I came to Azeroth, and he got killed by our enemy…”

Sekhi looked between them, “… he musta found out you were in th' Shadowlands somehow!” she gasped. “Maybe he smelled ya when ya came ta help out or somethin'? Oh… but he’s a spirit now. He don’t got a body anymore…” she whined, her ears folding sadly as the realization hits her when Nightpelt attempted to nuzzle Galdia again, his muzzle going right through her shoulder.

“No… he doesn’t…” she sighed, looking down at her legs. Then she paused as she saw her leg armor, her Maldraxxi leg armor! “But… I can fix that!” she grinned, reaching into her pouch and pulling out a large white crystal that swirled with mists, her soulkeeper! “Nightpelt! I… I can fix this, I can make it like it was, but I need you to get in here… okay?” she tried to explain to the spirit.

The worg looked at her, then at the crystal and sniffed it, then tilted his head at her before leaning in and tapping it’s spectral nose to the soulkeeper and in a flash of light the worg’s body shifted into a mass of anima and sank into the gemstone. “Sekhi, I gotta go!” she snapped, pulling out her hearthstone and focusing on it.

“Huh? Wait, how are ya gonna fix it? Galdia?!” she yipped as the air around Galdia distorted, then she vanished in a burst of magic, pulled back through space to the Seat of the Primus by the hearthstone’s magics!

Maldraxxus, Butcher’s Block

Rathan was a skeletal man in a tattered green cloak, but he wasn’t a dour or vengeful undead. Rather he was quite happy in his work, humming to himself as he guided a sturdy needle and thread in and out of the shoulder of a massive undead form, tightening up its shoulder to the rest of it.

“Now, you remember what happens when you don’t come by every few months for maintenance Marz, or else that arm is just going to fall off again.” he chuckled as the abomination grumbled and shrugged. Rathan was one of the stitchmasters, a member of the House of Constructs who’d left to side with Drakka’s faction during the civil war.

Rathan finished up and looked up, “Alright, who’s next? Chordy?”

A diminutive abomination with one spindly arm and one arm that was actually a massive thumb stumbled forward, then suddenly a hand clad in red plate mail grabbed him by the head and flung him away over the owner's shoulder, the small creature sailing off through the air with a cry of ‘luckydooooooooos!’

Rathan looked at the one who’d thrown him, shrugging. He’d just put Chordy back together again later. “Ah! Galdia! Good to see you, what can we do for one of our resident Maw Walkers today?” he asked, not missing a beat.

“Look, I need something special done.” nodded the orcish woman, “Can you guys make bodies for… animals?”

“Oh? Is that all… of course! Haven’t you ever seen Baroness Draka’s mount?” replied the stitchmaster, “So, who’s the patient?”

In response, Galdia took out her soulkeeper and gave it a firm shake. A moment later Nightpelt’s ghost materialized infront of them.

“Ah, I see… hmm… a large canid of some sort… I think we have the parts handy.” he nodded, pulling out some animal-legs, a rib cage, some fresh hide…

“Hey, one other thing…” she hesitated, then reached up to her necklace. She glanced down at it, then gave it a hard tug and snapped the leather in two, holding it out to Rathan. “Whatever skull you go with, take out four of the fangs and put these ones in their place? They’re… his, okay?”

Rathan looks at it, then shrugged and nodded, “Unusual, but I’ve had stranger requests. I’ll see what I can do.”

Several hours later…

Rathan looked over the stitching one last time, nodding to himself, then threw the switch. A bolt of anima-infused lightning arced over the bestial form on the slab, infused with the soul meant for the body.

A moment passed. Then the left front paw twitched, then spasmed, and then the head jerked up and a low echoing howl rang out around the stitchyard.

“Success!” grinned Rathan, though with a face like his he tended to grin a lot, “Nightpelt lives once more! … for a given value of ‘live’ of course.” he nodded as the undead beast jumped off the table and practically tackled Galdia, licking at her face as she pushed him down.

“AUGH! Thrall’s balls that breath!” she coughed, waving a hand infront of her nose.

“Well yes, he’s still undead. He’s not going to smell like a bed of flowers.” chuckled Rathan, “But I’m sure you’ll get used to it.” he added.

Galdia grinned, “Yeah, yeah this is one stink I’ll gladly get used to.” she replied, stroking over the slightly clammy undead flesh. His fur wasn’t black anymore, and his eyes glowed sickly green instead of yellow… but it was Nightpelt, and dammit that’s what she wanted.

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