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What happens when you swap a characters personality? This was a discussion I was having a few weeks ago when talking about Victor Creed aka Sabertooth and explaining the whole inversion storyline that Marvel did a while back.

Then the conversation drifted (as it does) onto WoW characters, and what they could be like. So this, is an inverted Gherrek. Where a noble and honourable warrior becomes a brutish, murderous thug.

He never spoke, the most anyone visiting the Dark Shaman had ever heard from his guardian was a deep grunt in acknowledgement of an order that would swiftly and brutally be carried out.

Every visitor to the Shaman’s holdings would have to make his or her way past his guardian who he called ‘Worg’ although it was no honourific. Still the silent Orc did his duty, pummelling those who angered his master or for the Shaman’s amusement into smears on the floor. When matters had to be settled with blades, he was there with his axe, the often watching the display of raw naked ferocity and brute skill with a look of bored indifference.

‘Worg’ didn’t kill quickly, nor cleanly, one Orc who had insulted his master’s sensibilities had taken a hour to die and it was only times like this that the Worg smiled.
Every visitor kneels before the Dark Shaman, but they feel his guardian's eyes on on their backs and know that one wrong move, one percived insult to the unstable Shaman's ego. The last thing they feel will be the Worg's hand around their throat.

Drawn by the lovely - monawolt.deviantart.com/

Description
What happens when you swap a characters personality? This was a discussion I was having a few weeks ago when talking about Victor Creed aka Sabertooth and explaining the whole inversion storyline that Marvel did a while back.

Then the conversation drifted (as it does) onto WoW characters, and what they could be like. So this, is an inverted Gherrek. Where a noble and honourable warrior becomes a brutish, murderous thug.

He never spoke, the most anyone visiting the Dark Shaman had ever heard from his guardian was a deep grunt in acknowledgement of an order that would swiftly and brutally be carried out.

Every visitor to the Shaman’s holdings would have to make his or her way past his guardian who he called ‘Worg’ although it was no honourific. Still the silent Orc did his duty, pummelling those who angered his master or for the Shaman’s amusement into smears on the floor. When matters had to be settled with blades, he was there with his axe, the often watching the display of raw naked ferocity and brute skill with a look of bored indifference.

‘Worg’ didn’t kill quickly, nor cleanly, one Orc who had insulted his master’s sensibilities had taken a hour to die and it was only times like this that the Worg smiled.
Every visitor kneels before the Dark Shaman, but they feel his guardian's eyes on on their backs and know that one wrong move, one percived insult to the unstable Shaman's ego. The last thing they feel will be the Worg's hand around their throat.

Drawn by the lovely - monawolt.deviantart.com/