Grummush was a war hero in many regards and an outcast to others. He had been lost so long ago out to sea when the Burning gate had originally opened. He was lost and found again on the island of Pandaria. It was here that something dramatic changed him, when the demons left so did his fury. He still doesn't discuss what happened to him while he was there, but he didn't leave the island. If it hadn't been for the war between the Alliance and Horde, he might still be on the island to this day. Grummush had abandoned his axes, left them somewhere in the ocean and learned the ways of the monk. While he rejoined the Horde, since he had never been a part of the wars on Azeroth, he felt no hatred towards the Alliance. He even earned his nickname 'Ironfist' when he had punched into some Mogu armor and literally nearly broke it in half. Due to some problems he had, he did not go into the Dark Portal, trusting that his help wouldn't be needed.<br/><br/>He had been standing in his small home, located in the Jade Forest when the letter came to him via a griffin rider. Grummush was about what you would expect from an orc. He was six foot five and two hundred and thirty pounds of pure muscle. His skin was a light green color and marred by scars from various conflicts, and very well taken care of. His hair was almost shoulder length and deep black and he didnt have a beard, just stubble across his chin. Though his face might look a bit mean to people, it was his eyes that stood out. They were silver in color and seemed to watch people with amusement and a type of playfulness about them. What was also not too well known about him was that he was very well endowed. Being an orc he had a large dick. His armor was simple, really simple. It was a leather pair of pants and a pair of leather shoes, comfortable for walking or fighting. His shirt was a button down, but he never bothered buttoning it up. He also wore a set of leather gloves, these seeming more taken care of then the rest of his clothes. He kept no weapons on him, but those that knew him knew better then to assume that.<br/><br/>As the griffin rider landed Grummush got up and approached him, holding a flask of something in his hand. He tossed it to the Dwarf that stood before him. The Dwarf looked at it suspiciously and frowned at him.<b>"What this lad?"</b>Grummush chuckled lightly.<span style="color: royalblue">"Its poison...what do you think it is? Its a brew that I made myself. Figured it would help keep the chill out of your beard when you fly."</span>The dwarf looked at him with suspicion but said nothing more as he handed the orc the letter in his hand. Then while Grummush read, he followed his bravery and took a drink. Grummush read the letter, ignoring the Dwarf who looked pleased with the brew.<span style="color: royalblue">"A summons?! What is happening?"</span>He looked to the Dwarf, who looked back at him.<b>"Are you daft lad?! Where 'ave you been? The bloody Legion is invadin' Azeroth. They've already taken a good number of villages."</b>Grummush frowned at this information, well this was something that needed to be done. To protect what he cherished here. He knew what the Legion would do if they got their way. Nodding to the Dwarf he got a lift to the town of Ratchet, where he is now waiting on the docks for whatever others would be coming. He hadn't yet been called to speak to the leaders yet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>