Disclaimer:

I do not own World of Warcraft, it is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.

Notes:

I will not follow everything that happens in World of Warcraft to the dot as that would make for rather stupid story writing "I have randomly appeared as a fully grown individual in a place designed for said individuals, my name is apparently Agentcookies."

A Troll's Story

My name is Ata'kinar but I am most commonly referred to as Atkins, I am a troll of the Darkspear tribe under the leadership of Vol'Jin.

As a child I had a knack for melee fighting, or so my teacher told me so I have decided to train as a Monk, a class of master hand-to-hand combat used by the Pandaren.

I will help the Horde in any way along my journey to greatness.

Bush, branch, tree, cat, branch.

The scenery whizzed by in a flash.

Tree, tree, small mound of something, tree, branch.

THWACK.

The sound rang in my ears like a gong.

There is a mind piercingly sharp pain coming from my forehead.

I padded it lightly, and pulled my hand back wincing in pain.

The branch hit me right above the temple, and now there was a large lump there which i'm pretty sure is visible to the naked eye.

I'm late for tryouts as well.

I jump to my feet and fall right back down again, shit.

This time not being an idiot I sit up slowly.

The world goes fuzzy for about a second.

Well shit, i'm late and my face hurts too... glorious.

Ok stand up slowly Atkins, you incompetent clot.

I get up slowly as my sub-conscious told me to and leaned against the tree that the hit me in the face branch was part of.

Ok nothing broken aside from your dignity which is now in tattered, broken pieces on the floor.

"The tryout's!"I said to myself, trying to arouse myself from my disorientation.

I'm not stupid enough to start running again but I did break off the branch and used it to lean against as I walked.

I grimaced as I noticed the blood on it.

Just stay steady and walk you idiot.

"shut up brain..."I muttered to myself stupidly.

As I walked I slowly got steadier until I no longer needed the stick, at which point I flung it into a tree shattering it into a cloud of splinters.

I saw the clearing in the jungle just ahead of me and let out a sigh of relief.

I saw other aspiring students begin to line up in four rows ten by ten.

Last in line right in the back is where I stand.

I stand calmly while I wait for the pandaren master study all of the monk's around me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing and trying to ignore the fear rising up in my gut as I waited for the masters opinion on my future.

"I will teach you."I heard him say.

A sigh of relief sounded in the quiet followed by the shuffling of feet.

"I will not teach you." again.

That was the 23rd in the group of 40.

I felt him move in front of me now.

"Hmm... you are different."

I opened my eyes.

Standing there was a rather plump looking panda man with a long braided bear.

He was wearing monk robes.

"What mon?"I asked in my thick troll accent.

"Nothing nothing, just a hunch."he answered.

"will ya teach me then mon?"I asked hopeful.

He nodded with a grin.

"now ya be talkin' mon."