The tale of Marijhane

[Marijhane]

I met Hukaah when I was very young. I was gathering cactus apples outside of the Valley of Trials. He was there killing scorpids and offered to help me. One look into his amazing blue eyes and I couldn't say no. I still can't even today.
Looking back neither one of us really knew what we were doing. We had no real experience. As time went by we developed our skills, discovered new talents, learned a couple of trades, and earned a reputatuion or two along the way.
The first person to befriend me outside of Hukaah was a Paladin named Decon. We met him in the middle of the Barrens near the Crossroads. He helped me to train my first big cat Echeyakee.
Echeyakee was with me far past his prime. I cried when the day came to release him. Since then I have been privilaged to tame and train a few special compainions: Barnabus the wolf from the Badlands, Ravage the Hyena in the Blasted Lands, and in Winterspring it was Rak-Shiri.
In those days Decon, Hukaah and I only had each other. Our home was whatever inn we were staying at. While staying at Splintertree Post in Ashenvale, we met Undeadpallie. He took us under his wing and gave us a home. He literally gave me the tabard off his back. Everytime I give my tabard to a new member I am reminded of that moment and how proud and grateful his simple act made me feel.
That's how Fuzzy Silppers of Doom became my home, my first true family. It will always have a special place in my heart. I eventually earned a title of Pink Slipper (an officer rank). We were a very close little family. Skurge with his fearless curiousity almost got us killed more times than I can count. Earadriethie the fun loving mage made everything the life of the party. There was the soft spoken and gentle druid Bits... that is, until you made her mad. And lastly Socksiepoo, our voice of reason, most of the time.
Unfortunately, our perfect little family didn't last forever. Undeadpallie eventually retired from fighting. The last I heard, he was settling down and starting a family. We were still together but without leadership. I was afraid of losing the only family and friends I had as the guild was slowly disbanding. So I turned to Hukaah and slowly convinced him to join me in creating our own guild.
And that was how Assume the Position came to be. Our charter was signed by our fellow officers and friends from Fuzzy Slippers. Those were the early days of AtP. It was just a bunch of friends having fun. No officers, no rules, and no real clear plan for the future. Eventually, Bits and Socks, who never were never apart, left to venture out on their own. Bits gave up fighting and made learning the focus of her life, and Socks followed her as expected. We still keep in touch with them through Sock's twin, the outspoken and notorious Bubblesocks.
Skurge and Earadriethie are with us still. Earadriethie changed her name to Isilwen to avoid the attention of some very important people. And Decon, well, he will always be around, he and Hukaah are like brothers.
Other people have touched our lives as well. I met Nickle while hunting centaurs in Desolace. He was hunting alliance and stopped to give Hukaah and I a hand. I've heard he has recently left to explore far distant lands. If you happen to see him in your travels, ask him to tell you the story of the hardended leather pants.
Then there was Poup. She was part of the alliance that was always to be found outside of Revantusk Village, killing turtles. At first she was constantly harrassed, but she persisted, and eventually became accepted. Rumors about her sudden dissapearance still exist today.
Beastao the dwarf I met in Winterspring. What started out as an alliance attack ended in a mutal respect and friendship. He turned out to be the first of many.
I've had my fair share of adventures too. Some are worth telling, like the time I found myself fending off felboars near Thrallmar with nothing but a fishing pole. And others, like my experience in Jintha'Alor, we just don't discuss.
Well that the short version of how it all started and how I got to where I am today. Our guild family is still growing everyday. Friends have come and gone, each one touching my life in some fashion. My adventures are far from over. I don't know yet how the rest of my life's story will play out. You'll just have to stick around and see.

[Patrick]

needs moar Reboot!

And I remember the old Slippers of Doom people. Being a holy pally, I didnt really have the option of ganking anyone, but i think me and Kasandra MC'd and buffed a few of them way back when we were in Legends.

[Marijhane]

I am surprised to find a old wolf sleeping among our little flock. Then again maybe not. I believe in "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer".

[bubblesocks]

Probably the best story I have ever been involved in

[devillocks]

This is without a doubt the greatest story I never told.

[Marijhane]

Hopefully I will see your storys in here one day !!! I'm sure you all have good ones!!

[Hukaah]

Matt recounts his tale (as Beastao), taken from the Darrowmere server forum:

I remember that day in Winterspring.

Blasted cold land it is there, even for a dwarf. Word had come to me that one of my human friends, Loyafro, had fallen in battle at the hands of the Horde. Without a second thought I readied myself for the long journey from the sheer rock walls of Ironforge to the desolate, frigid tundra that was Winterspring.

However, I would not travel alone. At my side was my fierce companion, my loyal friend, my right hand, Doriok. A trained killer from birth, I snagged him in that Ghostlands when he was only a kitten. His red coat hid the blood of many a tauren, orc, and undead alike. More would be spilled this day, vengeance for a fallen friend would be ours.

As I arrived in Winterspring, I asked Doriok to scout ahead. When he returned his eyes told me of 2 travelers, one orc, one troll, a few miles up the road. His eyes, burning with fury, a fury soon to be unleashed on the killers of our friend. I mounted my ram, in search of my prey.

It didn't take long to find them, they were traveling on the road, as if asking to be found. A mistake I though, surely they knew someone would be coming. The orc stopped, he mumbled something in his filthy tongue, then raised a hand at me. Naive, I did not come today to make friends. I unleashed Doriok on the troll, another hunter, commanding him into a rage. I had my sights on the orc, a warlock, his tactics of fear would fail against me. Doriok's fury was my fury, his rage my rage, his passion my passion. I dropped the orc. Curious, I thought, he never retaliated. A strange look etched onto his face, something...familiar. Doriok, however, was in trouble. I aided him in bringing down the troll. I had fought many a troll before now, seen the berserking they go into, they fight like a person possessed. This one had not, she fought, but fought to protect herself, not to win the battle. There was something curious about these two.

After dressing the wounds on Doriok, I further inspected the fallen Horde. I felt a sudden rush of sadness..I had slain an innocent pair. These two were noble, friendly adversaries whom I had heard of from other travelers. Huukah, his wife Marijhane. I waited by their corpses, in hopes that the Spirit Healer would lead them back to where they had fallen. I owed them my apologies, I had let my dwarven instincts take over my better judgement.

When they appeared before me, first ghosts, then physically, I asked for their apologies. As I mounted, preparing to continue my search for the true enemy, Huukah and I exchanged one last /hug. I felt secure in his big, green, orcish arms.


That's EPIC!

[firehound105]

OMG! /tear that's awesome

[Marijhane]

OMG!!! I should have paid you to write my little bio. That was awsome. You are a far better teller of storys than I. Thank you very much. I shall now have to rewrite my own story with attention to details and embelishments to be worthy of yours.