I was born shortly before my people marched to war, the son of a great hero. I was raised on the plains of Nagrand, to see my world explode around me in my youth. I survived the demons and the elements and beasts of Outland, ventured to Azeroth, and faced Death itself! [As he says this, his fury's getting the better of him. He's taking several wide strides towards Smorker, and raising his ax]