His entire tribe wiped out during the civil war of the trolls, along with the attempted genocide from the Alliance.  Phydeauxx grew up a fighter, and has learned to wield two axes, which he uses to unleash his rage against any unlucky foe.

He is one of the few trolls in the Horde who have come to trust any of the Undead, Phydeauxx has sworn an alligance with Harmond and the Honorable Dead.
 
Through hard work and dedication to his fellow guildmates he has been promoted through the ranks and is currently Sergeant of the Second Platoon.

He works together With Rage_Hatred, his captain, and his fellow platoon to set new goals and push for them.  He plans on molding his platoon into a well-built, well-rounded unit.  So that each member may achieve his four main goals:

1)  Better Themselves
2)  Better the Honorable Dead
3)  Strengthen the Horde
4)  Destroy the Alliance

As I awoke today, I remembered that my last journal was lost long ago before I came to know of The Honorable Dead.

After the civil wars of the trolls, the “Alliance” came to wipe all the trolls out, and I came to form an alliance of convenience with the Undead, as their numbers greatly outnumbered my tribe's...

I had proven myself on and off the battlefield as a leader.  And many had began to notice my development, and after fighting alongside Harmond and Rage Hatred, I began to understand where my loyalty belonged... The Honorable Dead

I came to Rage and Harmond as a grunt and asked to join their guild, and was whole-heartedly accepted into the fold.  This is how it began...

I quickly proved myself as just leader and a sound warrior, and preceeded to take command of my own platoon, I was placed in charge of the 2nd Platoon, I serve as Sergeant, and report directly to my Captain, Rage Hatred...

As I awoke today, I heard the yelling of the men in platoon and battalion, and jumped out of bed, drew my axes, and ran towards the noise, a Human, Night Elf, and Gnome had been caught, at the very least they were spying on us, they were not talking, so we are unsure of their attentions...

.... Well it seems that the Gnome committed suicide in his cage, we were planning on eating him, and decided to tenderize the meat by playing Gnome Punting... dunno why I try to seriously participate, the Taurens always win by a good amount...  Well then it came Rage's turn, and he kicked the Gnome into the air, and he landed near the river and was promptly eaten by alligators...  Good going Rage...

It's ok we still have the Night Elf's Cat we can eat ...

........  Harmond just came to my tent and told me he wanted to talk to me before dinner ... Wonder if he is mad we “lost” the gnome? It was my idea to kick the squirt around...

....  Well at dinner tonight Harmond gave a great speech and anounced that I was hereby promoted to Lieutenant and was to be placed in the position of Recruiting Officer...

This job seems fairly easy... Because since we are a mostly Undead guild, We just need to Ressurect the Humans after we kill them in battle.  So I take a main responsibility of mine is to kill a plethera of humans,  which is easy enough for me to do without compassion after what they did to me...

And if these Undead ever figure out how to bring Trolls, Tauren, and Orcs back as Undead, the allianced nations will be in for a whole new world of hurt.

Today we embarked on the our first major trial as a guild.  As we entered into the mainlands where we would train to fight the Alliance. 

We started out together, but we soon realized that the Orcs and Trolls needed to begin this quest in a seperate land from the Undead we called brothers... And the Tauren were nearby, but also seperated, needing to talk to the people of their homelands as well.

We soon regrouped after some fighting some minor battles alone, and meeting new allies along the way.  There are many people who will join us on this quest to rid the world of the Alliance.  For all have suffered due to their presence.

Harmond first came to see us in Ogrimmar.  I showed him around the city a bit, and then the vastness of the plains.  We then traveled back to the Undead's Home.  That is where I began to feel the most comfortable, surprisingly.   As I was quite a bit closer to the Alliance here than I was before.

While finishing a quest, I noticed a short, pudgy shadow in the forest...  I immediately followed it.  It was a Dwarf, following a small undead group.   I followed him cautiously.

They soon after ended up wandering a little too close to a very large spider, which immediately attacked them.  While they started fighting, the Dwarf, pulled out a rifle and took aim on the Priest.  At this point, I developed tunnel-vision and the world turned red as I began to charge.

I quickly closed the distance between us and When I struck, it stunned him very visibly.  He dropped the gun, and could barely move as I moved from behind him and struck him in the side. Causing him to bleed quite a bit.

I then drove my sword into his Hamstring, so he couldn't run away from me. I proceded to strike him in the chest, then delivered a punishing blow to his left shoulder.  He at this point struck me with his mace, which struck me a little off guard, and made me shake my head a couple times.

I almost instantly became filled with a Blood Rage, Shouted and roared at him...  shocked at his he then tried to turn and run.  I guess the adrenaline made him forget about his leg being cut to the bone.  He stumbled as he turned to flee the battle.  I then struck him so hard in the back that I swear the sparks from my sword and his armor looked like lightning and I heard a Thunderclap.  He hobbled one step, after this blow, and fell to the ground.  I then took his ear as a souvenir.

The fight had ended about as quicker than it began.  I only had taken a single blow, which my armor had absorbed most of anyways.  Nothing a good soak in a hot spring won't fix easily.  Harmond and the others commended me, and when I asked what happened, I simply answered, "He died"

Once again I find myself constantly fighting, both animal and Alliance alike.  Even though I don't see the Alliance as much more than animals, it nearly warms me everytime I destroy one of them.  I doubt I will ever feel that vengence is mine.

The last few weeks, the lands have become ever so crawded with Horde and Alliance that it is stressful wondering where the Alliance is, and where they are coming from. 

During my trip with Harmond, we have been accompanied by several other members of Honorable Dead, Nosfet, Npos and Malchora are the ones I have spent the most time with, there were others as well, and I was greatly thankful for having them all with us.  We managed to find maps and such and learn our way around the lands, and we also learned our way around the capitals quite a bit...

I have spent much of my time in the Alliance lands, mostly studying Paladins with my Guildmaster, Harmond.  The tales we had heard of them, and what we had witnessed first hand, really drove us on this quest.

Paladins are much like our Shamans, except they wear Heavier armor, and have actually learned to keep an aura about them, which work very similar to Shaman's totems...  They seem to be very strong against the Scourge, but have realized that their power does not carry over onto the Forsaken of the Horde.  This has put to rest our biggest concern.

The main differences that I have noticed between Shamen and these Paladins are the armor, and the Shamen to bring themselves back from the brink of death, it's been argued that they can actually ressurect themselves...

Also Paladins seem to only be able to hold one aura at a time... I know that a good Shaman can keep several totems going at once, I personally have had friendly duels with Shaman, and lemme tell you how rough that is...

I have decided to pickup a few basic tradeskills to keep me busy in my free time.  I talked to a few people and got myself on my way.  I figured with the abundance and the ease I kill them with, I should skin the beasts I slay.

I also am learning how to fish and cook.  I actually have a few reasons behind this decision.  Jerky gets old quite quickly, and there are lots of different fish, and Nosfet has demonstrated how different fish can be prepared differently and fish are very abundant.

I also decided I better learn First Aid.  Being a Warrior, and not an alchemist, I really can use all the help I can to keep my health up.  And if I can't find a priest or shaman to adventure with, I can always heal myself between fights.

I am currently also trying to decide between Mining or Herbalism.  Not too much a huge fan of trying to make stuff, and my time permits for just barely one more profession.

Mining is pretty good, and it can help the people who make my armor, but Silver Ore seemed a little scarce in the alliance lands. But it does make it easier to get rid of this Bronze equipment, and get some stronger metal.

Herbalism seems like it is pretty abundant, but won't really benefit me directly or indirectly, unless I guess I want a few magical potions, could always use a little more strength, right?

I recently have returned to my more calming lands of Orgrimmar and Lordaeron, which is better known as the Undead City.  I still remember the Humans occupying that castle, and when I smile everytime I see the bloodstain on the ground from where Arthas slew his own father...

In a few days we start all over again, our fight against the Alliance. My unending battle to undo the wrongs done to my family.  I know I can never bring them back, but I will try to exact revenge upon all of the Alliance.

I have more than a score of notches on the wall of my tent.  While spying on the alliance I had a few scurmishes with people that had stumbled upon us.  My tally now outnumbers the amount of my family that was murdered.  Now I fight for all the numerous Trolls that were slaughtered by Lord Uther's men, and also those who taught the Humans how to use magic, during our war with them, the Night Elves.