At that point I was not yet satisfied. I was named Lorekeeper and strove to find the stories. One could say I failed. Or perhaps some are just not for the eyes of those outside the tribe. Either way Rhyia would give me another tale.
My Grajaad, why do you insist on pestering me? The rest of the tale? Fine! Sit down and take out your papers. Lets see...
The troll that had found us was named Fearia. She's long since passed from this world though. We wandered the plains of Mulgore with her. Two cycles passed while we were with her and then she decided it was time for us to be trained.
For Mhar the choice was obvious. For me on the other hand it was not so obvious. Yet despite the fact that I had not chosen a path when the Tauren asked me what I wished to learn I had but one answer. Hunter...
There is not much to tell after that. I did well in my training and was sent off during my tenth hunt to see if I could find a partner to tame. For a time I had one of the great male lions of the barrens. We refer to them as Highmanes. He stayed with me until my Sixteenth hunt.
Whats what Graj? A hunt? Some of us use it to descibe the time we spend between visits to the trainers. Mhar refers to those times as Dreamtimes. Others use the term seasons. There are other terms for it as well. But back to the story.
When I reached my sixteenth hunt I heard tales about a white male lion and was eager to track him down and tame him. There are beasts in this world that stay hidden so well that you only see one of them at a time. The white lion is one of those. Only one ventures out of their hiding spot at a time. The orcs in Crossroads make a special horn that calls one of them into the open. I have no doubt there is magic in those horns. When you call out the lion he is so enraged that he will attack if you are within range of his senses. I had fortunately gotten out of his range before he sensed me.
Using all my meager knowledge of animals I began my approach. He sensed me at once and attacked. I was overwhelmed and prayed to the earthmother that he would stop attacking before I died. The fact that I wasn't fighting back must have gotten to him because he stopped attacking me and started sniffing around my belt pouch. I rolled over very slowly and reached into that pouch for some meat that I had stored there. Immediately he went for the meat. After he had finished it he just sat there. I decided to leave before he attacked again and to my suprised he followed me. He remained my partner for four hunts before I heard of the white leopards in the Dwarven lands.
It was in my Twentyith hunt that I gave HeartsEase to the stable masters. I then journeyed to the Dwarven lands in search of the white leopards. They were easy to find and much more trusting of me than Heart was. I simply laid a trail of meat along ones hunting path and sat at the end of the trail waiting to see if it would come. He came alright. After eating the last piece of meat in the snow he leapt on me biting and clawing. Being so young he did little damage. He did manage to rip open my belt pouch and get the meat in there... Yes Graj, I know I should stop carrying meat there but its so convienient. Anyways after he ate the meat he just sat there purring at me. *smiles* Fadryth has been with me since then. A total of sixteen hunts. I fear he may be getting a bit old though. Only time will tell.
Thats it. End of tale. Brings you up to where I am now. Whats that Graj? There has to be more you say? Can't think of anything else. Let me read that. *reads the story written on the paper before giving it back to Grajaad* It seems I did miss something. I left out Bonesnap. Who's Bonesnap you ask? He's friend. A good friend.
I can't even remember when we met or even where. Its been too long but when I met him I instantly liked him. A warrior with a very kind heart. My feelings only got stronger over time. We were becoming close when another walked into his life. From the moment he saw her he was lost to me. I hear from him every once in a while. Last I heard of him was the day he confessed loving Mhar. Don't look so suprised Graj. I hold nothing against her. She is just the type of person you like or hate. *sighs*
That is the last of it. I just travel around hunting now. Speaking of which, it is time I got back to my hunting. Hunt well Graj and go badger someone else for a tale. *smiles and walks away*
Recorded for;
Rhyia Swifthoof, Skinner and Leatherworker, Mistress of the Hunt, Tribe Stonehorn
By;
Grajaad Softhand, Tailor and Enchanter, Lorekeeper of Stonehorn