The Darkspear trolls were no stranger to hardship. Having separated from the rest of the troll tribes to join the Horde, the Darkspear became a formidable force to help against the Alliance. That is, until Garrosh Hellscream took control. He banished the trolls from the city of Orgrimmar, but not before taking their finest warriors into custody first. Among these warriors was Jakaari. The troll spent his days training and fighting countless foes in the Orgrimmar arenas for the Kor’krons pleasure. He hated the Horde, and hated Garrosh even more. As his skills became more potent, Jakaari found he would face more and more foes, only to eventually best them all. His reward? Being locked in a cell with little to no food each and every night. When the Alliance and Vol’jin’s Horde entered the city after Garrosh went berserk, Jakaari saw the rioting to be his chance. He beckoned the jailer over to his cell to ask what all the noise was. But the jailer had wandered to close. Not accounting for the troll’s massive arm span, the troll grabbed the orc and killed him, taking the keys off his lifeless body. He escaped his cage and ran to the armory where he had been outfitted to fight in the arenas. He took an axe, a sword, a bow and quiver full of arrows, and a cloak, and headed on his way out of the prison. As he made his way through, over the shouts he could hear the sound of death, but not just any death, the death of an innocent being. Jakaari burned with anger and followed the sound into a room with three orcs, one of which was dazed, and a Tauren. He worked quickly, dispatching the orcs with blazing speed as the Tauren watched with wide eyes. After he had killed the orcs, he turned to the bird and walked over to it. He opened his cloak to reveal a flower, a flower given to him by his mother just before she died. He placed it on the bird and prayed to the spirits to guide this beast to a great bounty in the afterlife. He turned back to the Tauren and gave his condolences, then handed him the bow and arrows he had salvaged form the armory. He saw a flicker in the eyes of the young Tauren, a flicker he himself had not felt in years: hope.