I got bored and decided to do some messing around in the paint department and used one thunderstorm picture from google images, along with my Shaman in world of warcraft and well....here it is.

Farseer Odinson Silverfang is not your ordinary vulpera. He did not grow up in the deserts of Vuldun or even knew his own people. His mother died trying to find a better life for him while he was just a infant. Discovered by Thrall and Vol'jin, he was raised among the best shamans the Horde had to offer. Often looking up to Thrall and Vol'jin like fathers, he found a promising living with the Horde. Growing up in Orgrimmar, he was trained to listen and commune to the elements. While there he befriended many citizens of the Horde, mainly Orcs and Tauren. He often got cocky and let his ego get the best of him, which got him into a bit of trouble. He never really saw combat until Garrosh joined the Horde from Nagrand. Garrosh and Odinson, quickly became friends and rivals. Always trying to see who can be the strongest. It was with this, Odinson became skilled in hand to hand combat, and fell in love with the feel of a weapon in his hands. He joined Garrosh, being one of the shamans who aided the Warsong Offensive. There, he racked up many victories over the Scourge to where he was made a champion in the Horde's rankings. Garrosh himself even said he may not be an orc, but he fights like one and knows honor before anything else. When Thrall heard this, he made a offer to Odinson to join the Kor'kron. Odinson was overjoyed and accepted. He aided the Horde forces all the way through Ulduar, silencing Yogg-Saron's whispers for good and claiming Val'anyr, The Hammer of Ancient Kings. He then joined the forces attacking Icecrown Citadel, aiding them all the way to the Frozen Throne, where he had his first run in with death during the fight with the Lich King, having almost being thrown off by a Val'kyr. When the Lich King fell, he rejoined his friends and allies down below and was introduced to a few druids to which on caught his eye right away. Then the Cataclysm happened. Odinson was caught off guard, scared of the torment the elements were going through. Hearing their screams, he visited Thrall and asked what to do. Thrall filled the young shaman in on what is to happen. Though he was glad to see his friend ascend to Warchief, Odinson felt that his skills were needed for mending Azeroth. He joined the Earthen Ring and quickly became well-known for his skill. He aided the forces of Azeroth in the battle against Deathwing where he saw the Destroyer fall to the Dragon Soul. He hoped to return to his home a hero, only to see issues arise involving turmoil and racism. He quickly went to his friend who claimed the title of Warchief only to see his friend slightly lose his barings. He agreed to help the Horde forces in Panderia and to his shock, uncovered many secrets. It was when he was becoming close to a tauren druid named Aquilla who later would be the woman who stole his heart, that he heard about his newfound friends in the panderians were being attacked by Garrosh. He joined the resistance hearing that one of his adopted fathers was nearly killed by Garrosh. Odinson swore to bring justice and joined the raiding party in the Siege of Orgrimmar. With his former friend defeated, he watched as his mentor, his adopted father Thrall almost kill Garrosh. Sadly he was not included in Garrosh's trial due to his former rank in the Kor'kron. He redeemed himself by storming the Red Portal to Draenor and formed many allies and friendships in his rise to General of the Horde. While on Draenor he learned more about the elements and overall became more powerful. He tried to stop his former friend Garrosh again, only for Thrall to invoke Mak'gora. Odinson was present for Archimode's defeat. While leaving Draenor, he visited the grave of his fallen friend and took Gorehowl. With the Burning Legion returning, he quickly rallied the Horde forces under his command and The Earthen Ring. While battling the Legion, his mentor/adopted father handed down Doomhammer to him. He wielded both Gorehowl and Doomhammer in hopes to bring a swift end to the Legion. With the Legion's defeat, he hung both weapons in his home in Camp Winterhoof with his newfound mate, Aquilla. He was hoping for a peaceful time until the drums of war banged once again. His new Warchief ordered him to take on the Alliance. It was going well until Odinson got orders he loathed. Find information about Varok Saurfang, a figure he looked up to as if he was an uncle. He secretly sided with Saurfang, hoping that he can help remove Sylvanas from power. While doing so, he was reunited with his people, the Vulpera. The Vulpera were in awe of Odinson's strength and honor that they offered to join the Horde. Odinson only grinned and stated it's not up to him but he welcomes their aid. While wielding Val'anyr again, he aided the forces of Azeroth in the final defeat of the final old god that plagued Azeroth and now looks to the shattered sky, high above Icecrown Citadel and lets off a menecing growl, for he has a banshee to slay.

This is my backstory I made for my shaman, I know it's long and there's some wtf moments but I hope people can accept this. Not once did I say he is the reason for the victories but only that he was apart of them. Also the taruen druid in this story is my mate's druid she plays on wow. If someone wants to hang with me on wow, I am on Hyjal-US.

Link for the thunderstorm picture - https://thewallpaper.co//wp-content.....nition-jpg.jpg