From what they tell me, I awoke from a 5 month coma. It wasnt the pure null void in my mind that clouded my memory from nothing but sleep with no dreams, but the amnesia. It hit me harder than any Shamans Ive known to have ever encountered. The room in which I had awoken to was bleak brown, the walls were leathery, a hut I slumbered in. I could not remember anything far enough back to recall my own name, I had no Idea who I was. The first written words I had seen was a box of Eggo Waffles from the old world. I stood to try and recall past events to no avail. I then heard a shuffle from outside as the door to the hut opened, and an Orc suprisedly called for my attention. My orcish language skills too stayed intact, but were not slightly honed as well as my Common dialect was. As I staggered to him, he merely asked for my name.Nothing came to memory but the words Eggo Waffles.

And so from that moment in that Orcish village I was forever known as Waffles. I learned that the Human-Elven Coalition was loosing to the Wolven Horde, and that I was an Officer of the Coalition. I became part of the Orcish tribe, l became one of them. Before the Cheiftan, I was inducted into the tribe's warrior clan. We trained together like brothers, using guerilla tactics to fight the Wolven infection accross the land. After each outpost we raided I searched time and time again for any clues as to who I was, until I gave up and chose the path given to me by myself. I arose through the ranks in the Orcish tribe to the rank of Captain. And so I created a new image for myself, neigh, forged myself. Until word came through that the Coalition had surrendered to the Wolven Horde. It was then that I had lost any and all hope that I would ever find myself, my true self.

It was us against all. Again, time and time again, my village held off every attack by the Horde, until one day when ransacking a wolven caravan we had learned that at the far corner of our small world, there was a contigient of Coalition Rebels who were looking for any and all willing to help the cause...cause. Being part of this orcish tribe has taught me that there was no "cause" but an instinct to survive. The word "cause" sparked a flame inside me that was but an ember, a flame that drove me to find my true self.I started preparations the next morning, The Cheiftan, who then was quite young, was now starting to show white hairs upon his growing beard, knew of my plans and did not protest as I reviewed the intel given to me of the rebel controlled outpost. In the old world the land was called New Zealand, now noted as the Ashlands. This would be a long trek.

For I know not who I am. Even if this rebellion knows nothing of my past, I will forever revell in the knowledge that who I am now counts as much as who I was before, no amnesia can harm that.

For I am a Hero of the Coalition, I am a brother to my tribe, I am an enemy of the Horde, I. AM. MEGANE WAFFLES !