Garinosh Bloodgrasp

Garinosh was born in the Blade's Edge mountains, in a now-destroyed village near the Thunderlord Hold. He was born to a Warsong orc,

whom left for unknown reasons before he was brought into the world, and an unknown mother, whom had died a few days past birth. He was the last of five siblings; four brothers and one sister.

Prior to his third winter, the middle twin brothers overpowered Kargek, his eldest brother, and sold him and Garinosh alike into slavery. Kargek's life was forced into the gladiatorial ring when the two were sold to a Bloodmaul slave master for a low sum of gold and rations. As soon as the day came that the young orc was able to brandish his brother’s axe, he was forced into the ring along side him, fighting for both lives, and one day freedom perhaps freedom. This day came to be when the brothers took up arms against the ogre that had held them captive for nearly seven years. By this time, it was Garinosh’s tenth winter, and Kargek’s twenty first. From there, they took refuge in the ruins of there old village, which had been plundered and burned by marauding Bladespire ogres.

Had been living a few weeks in the ashes of their old home, it was not long before their enemies took up suspicion towards the ruins and began searching for the runaway slaves there. In the black of the night, the brothers fled their burnt grotto to lead a surprise attack against the nearby makeshift encampment the search party had created. The attack turned to be semi-successful, as the majority of the unsuspecting ogres fled from the incinerating camp while the less fortunate were trapped in the chaos and perished

The attack was followed by a wave of retaliating Bloodmaul warriors, whom chased the two orcs into Zangarmarsh. Kargek took advantage of the rivalry between ogre tribes, leading the Bloodmaul war band straight towards an Ango’rosh encampment. He led Garinosh past the ogres subtly, while the Bloodmaul were caught by the Ango’rosh, causing immediate combat. The confusion was a vital part of the crafty orc’s plan, for if the remainder of the Bloodmaul were to live, the brothers would have already gone. This victory was short-lived, for word got ahead to the Bloodmaul’s allies, who caught them by surprise as they rode into Nagrand. The ogres quickly subdued Garinosh, though Kargek made sure his axe met with the skull of at least one of the brutes. They were about to be taken away when Garinosh began distracting the ogres, giving Kargek enough time to escape and race to a village that would come to be known as Garadar, warning the Mag’har there. Seeing that this was merely to stall them, the leader of the war band dashed Garinosh’s back, knocking the rebellious boy unconscious. On the return of Kargek, whom had brought an entire regiment of raiders, the ogres were quickly overwhelmed by the wolfrider’s attacks and retreated after a few volley of attacks.

Garinosh awoke to being treated by an old shamaness, whom he later came to know as Greatmother Geyah. She told him of the Mag’har, and the ways of the orcs; the ways he did not know due to essentially being raised as an ogre. Quickly after a few days, the young orc returned to the Greatmother, asking her what had become of his brother. With sorrow, he had learned that Kargek had left him. He had gone to seek out Grommash Hellscream and his Warsong orcs. He vowed that one day again he would see his brother again, and one day he would challenge him, to show him that he was indeed the better warrior.

= Nagrand and Beyond: Garinosh's Corruption = Garinosh had lived in Nagrand for a few year when he had made a very close friendship with a half-orc that the Mag'har had dubbed 'Mok'grom', though his true name was unknown for the time being. His other half was a creature that Garinosh had never heard of before: a human. Though this 'human' creature did not seem like much to him; Mok'grom had been the closest thing to an orc he had seen other than an orc, he would soon come to kindle a deep hatred for these "paleskins of the green world".

Over these years he also had been taken under the wing of a huntress, Throka Ironmane. She was a dead-aim archer and wilder than most beasts of Draenor; taking barely any authority from even the wisest of elders. She taught the young orc to use a bow, fight as she had been taught to; more savagely than an enraged worg, and about the Ancestors that watched over them. The only flaw in her teachings was she was reckless. Throka's methods would have killed the usual orclings Garinosh's age, though somehow he managed to come through each alive (Though most of the times barely.) Upon her Om'riggor, she learned that Garinosh was indeed the brother that was lost many years ago to her other treacherous two.

It was the about the time he was of his fifteenth winter that Garinosh was taken into consideration as a wolfrider of the new-found city of Garadar. He had exellent control over his worg, and seemed to be decent at even fighting atop of it. The new allies of the Mag'har had different plans, for they drafted both him and Mok'grom into the Orcish army. Soon, he and Mok'grom were sent to Thrallmar, where they served in the army of the New Horde, under Legionnaire Bonesplinter's regiment. Legionnaire Vazruden Bonespilnter was one of the cruelest captain in Thrallmar, and all knew this, excluding the newcomers. They soon learned, as the fought viciously against both the Burning Legion, and new enemies: the humans. The unhonorable, ugly pale creatures that clad themselves in heavy plates had stabbed a deep shard of hatred into the young orc's heart, fueling his loathing towards them. Bonesplinter helped nothing by beating his reginment ferociously after each man of his regiment after every failed fight. Oddly, the Sergeant took a liking to Mok'grom, for he fought savagely upon the battlefields of Hellfire Peninsula. He soon became a captain under Bonesplinter, allowing him to lead assaults under his permission. He forged the half-orc into a cruel machine of malice and hate, kindling that fire each day. This brought Garinosh to his 'Brother' had been lost forever under the Legionnaire's firm grasp. This ended when Mok'grom had led an attack towards the Honor Hold, all men save himself and Garinosh died in the assault. Bonesplinter was furious at this act, and in the middle of Thrallmar, he planted his axe into the chest of the young captain. Mok'grom bled out in the red sands, and Garinosh himself was beaten for not fighting to the end. The last he saw of his old friend was when his body was carried to Nagrand to be burned for burial.

Garinosh was enraged, burdening a deep hatred for Bonesplinter now. The sergeant himself was exiled; left in the hellish environment to rot. Garinosh chased him down, his footsteps leading to the Hellfire Citidel itself. He infiltrated the fortress subtly one night, leading himself to the area where he could find Vazruden and destroy him. As he looked to the platfort where his old Sergeant resided his eyes filled with terror. He was now a Fel-orc, but that was not the suprising factor. At both of his sides were two familiar faces; at his sides stood his brothers. He roar as he charges headlong into one of the twin orcs, cleaving his head from his neck on sight. Bonesplinter roared with laugher, as with one smash of his plated hand Garinosh fell.

He awoke in Thrallmar with a sudden shutter of pure rage ringing through his body, and as he lifted his hand, it was a sickly veridian. He ran over to a bucket of water, letting out a roar of anguish. His flesh was mottled green with the taint of fel, and his brown eyes were now a ghastly crimson. To this day, he does not know how this happened, nor does he know how he returned to Thrallmar, but he turned from the town and fled.

= The Warsong Hold = After exiting Draenor thought the Dark Portal, Garinosh saught out to complete his vow he oathed to his brother, and rode in to Orgrimmar. This was about the time after Garrosh Hellscream and his Warsongs left for Northrend to the Warsong Hold, where he knew his brother would be. He enlisted to the troops as the Nerubians began to flood in, though the position in Hellsceam's army was not as he expected. He became a simple war-smith within the Warsong Hold, and though this may seem like a petty title for an orc (As Garinosh himself thought at first), It was truly a position not to be toyed at. Line after line of low-grade metal, at the end of the day, it was unbearing to keep up with each one. Finally, he threw down his hammer and gave up. After he had given up his position, he spotted a severely wounded warrior untreated in the corner of the room. He trodded with a sulking-sense in his gait over to the orc whom was lying in a pool of his own black blood, lifting off his helm. It was the sight he least wanted to see, for the dying warrior was Kargek.

That day, both his first mentor and friend died; that day was the day he had given up on his own blood. From there he left the hold, traveling to Durotar to train. Train so he would be known some day as a hero and champion among the Horde, and a true terror to the Alliance.