Thrall had returned to the horde to help Vol'jin end the madness that had affected the Horde he helped build, Garrosh had to be stopped by any means necessary now, and the only way to do so was to lay siege to Ogrimmar, Thrall has long black hair with ornamental braces and leather tribal strings that braids his hair, being an orc his fangs are defined having blue eyes, he dons Instead of the heavy armor of a Warchief, a more flowing, shamanistic outfit, including a hood and a trench coat-like garment. red ritualistic beads and his iconic weapon, Doom hammer.*

Standing outside of his tent within the horde rebel camp, his gaze remained towards Ogrimmar.

Thrall grunted, it pained him as an orc, an honorable orc, to see what he worked to build be twisted, he made a mistake, a terrible , terrible mistake by leaving Garrosh as Warchief...he...made a choice that truly lacked judgement.

His thoughts lingered in what to do, they had to reach and defeat Garrosh before the Alliance did, he knew they too like the people of Pandaria had also been affected.

He gripped the hilt of Doom hammer and narrowed his gaze behind his hood.

"I have to set things right.." Thrall said wit fueled determination, his grip on Doom hammer tightened.