[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FF0000]Gronar[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/3PNslWm.jpg[/img][hr][color=FF0000][b]Location[/b][/color]: Ancient Forest?[/center][hr][hr]

The orc warrior was not the most graceful warrior on a battlefield. As proven when Gronar landed on his face after being spat out by the portal on to the forest floor. But what he lacks in grace was made up in durability. The orc quickly shot back up greatsword drawn branches stuck on his armor. He was ready to face a horde of undead or even the Litch king himself. But instead of finding glorious battle against the scourge he was faced with a forest. [color=FF0000]"By the elements were am I?"[/color] he mutter to himself relaxing his stance realization of his current location . 

The orc closely examining the forest around him. [color=FF0000]"Did I end up in Ashvale?"[/color] Gronar asked himself as he inspected one of the trees. [color=FF0000]"It would make sense massive trees and it is much warmer that Northren,"[/color] as Gronar continued his train of thought. He sheathed the show as he began to random direction to travel. [color=FF0000]"No. If I was in Ashvale I'll be up to ears with night elves. So were am I?"[/color] That is when he heard two voices one after another echoed through the forest. Considering that he with nothing else to work with the orc headed towards the voices.