Dushin Magmahoof

Dushin Magmahoof

History

My parents traveled to the Burning Steppes, seeking to clense of the land and soothe the furious spirit of fire that lived within the mountians. Unfortunetly they where nieve and uneducated on the residents of the scorched land, and where soon captured by Shadowforge Dwarves of Blackrock Mountain. After learning my mother and father where skilled Shamans, my mother particuarly skilled at healing with the powers of the Earth, and my father was a master of empowering himself as well as his weapons with the elements to slaughter his enemies, waited for my birth before tossing them into the lava that sorrunded Shadowforge.

The Dark Iron dwarves raised me and continuesly taught me of the element of fire. I served the Fire Lord Ragnaros for most of my youth, his unfathomable fury empowering me. However, when a party of Alliance Marauders raided through the Dark Iron Dwarf city I fleeded the city. I wandered for two weeks, until I reached what I now know to be The Badlands.

I collapsed in the desert, and awoke to Orcs, Trolls and Tauren stairing at me. The Kargath Expedition force came upon my body and brought me back to their outpost. Bringing me back to health, and some of them later helping me to the distant land of Kalimdor. There I finally saw my people's homeland of Thunder Bluff.

Recognizing the Shamanstic potential that I had, I learned of the powers of Wind, Water and Earth from the Elder Shamans of Thunder Bluff. Though I thought it strange at first, I eventually realized these elements to be the counterparts of Ragnaros I was taught about. Al'Akir the wind, Neptulon the waves and Therazane the earth and stone.

However, the fury of Ragnaros still burned within my soul. As thus I found myself hungering for blood and battle, and made war against the Alliance. I found my way throught eastern Mulgore, and found myself in the Barrens, My hunger for blood still eating away at me, eager to kill, I went south. Finding Dwarves in Bael Modan, I slaughtered them in numbers greater than one can imagine.

Realizing that killing the people I was raised to hate, while it satisfied my eternal hunger for blood, was actually doing nothing for my cause. I wanted more, I wanted to wipe them off the face of Azeroth. During that brief moment, I greatly matured, I started to use stratagey over brute force.

Then returning to the Eastern Kingdoms, I followed the Forsaken territories into Hillsbrad, I fended off Human Marauders in Tarren Mill. My battles leading me into the frozen hills of Alterac Valley, where the Dwarves known a the Stormpike chased me from their mountain camps into the forest valley known as the Hinterlands.

There I encountered the infamous Wildhammer Dwarves that the Dark Iron Dwarves of my youth spoke of which such hatred and anger. Foolishly I charged in, and was quickly sent retreating. I was far from defeat however, as I soon slaughtered their kind with the aid of a group of skilled and viscious Warriors known as the Blacktooth Grin....