Journey to Northrend
It had
been a long journey. The tribe had set out from the harbour of Bilgewater Port
in Azshara, where they had prepared and commandeered a vessel to bring them to
the far reaches of the icy land of Northrend. Here, they would endure the harsh cold of Northrend for the next few weeks, in order to harvest resources and secure the lands for any other necessities the Horde required. Several days, they had spent on
the sea. But at last, a cry came from the top of the mast.
“Land in
sight!”
The orcs
jumped to action, ending their meetings on a quick note as they prepared to
make land. Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye, in turn, made his way to the front of
the ship, where Krogon Devilstep was keeping firm control of the ship’s wheel.
As the Chieftain squinted his eyes northward, there was indeed a hint of land
to be seen. It was tiny and vague, but definitely there. They slowly sailed
closer, but whereas it became bigger, it became more clouded as well. It then
started to dawn upon him; a fog was setting in on them.
“Be on
the lookout, orcs! These mists have claimed many ships and orcs before us!”
Before
Kozgugore knew it, the mists had fully enveloped the ship, offering sight
little more than a few yards ahead of them. Some of the orcs grew edgy, and New
Blood Mozrogg joined Krogon at the helm of the ship, trying to look ahead for
the helmsman.
“Yer be
goin’ in blind, Devilstep!”
“I can’t
steer back out now, we’ll hit ice.”
“I’m makin’
out a large rock to yer port, Krogon-… You ‘ear that?”
Blindly,
the orcs navigated their way through the dense fog, when suddenly a wind
started to pick up the ship’s sails, sending the ship up and down the crashing
waves. A chilling breeze wafted over the deck, and any orc that might have been
carefully listening could have sworn he heard a low, eerie horn in the far
distance. Kozgugore reached for the ropes next to him, holding on tightly.
“Sounds
like a storm brewing… Brace yourselves, orcs! This might just be a rough ride
before we’re through!”
As the
orcs manned their stations, the winds picked up, sending the ship rocking once
again. With any luck, Kozgugore could still see the two orcs in front of him by
the helm, though the rest of the ship and its orcs were clouded in the mists
even for him. He could still hear
however. He heard the waves swirling against the ship’s hull, bashing upon its
reinforced frame time and time again as they rode wave after wave. He also
heard footsteps on the wooden deck, some with a panicking rhythm to them. He
heard an orc crying out a warning as well.
He looked around, ready to raise his voice above all the commotion, when
the ship suddenly seemed to crash against something from the starboard side.
“Hold on! Remain on your posts, orcs!”
It
appeared to be too late already, however. The ship started to heave heavily to
the side, and along with the chilly winds, a heavy rain started to pour forth
into the ship’s sails. Mozrogg started to lose his balance, crying out to
Krogon.
“You
said we -wouldn’t- crash! Watch out!”
He could
hear screams to his right, but saw nothing. What he did see, was that the
ship’s wheel had become unmanned. Krogon must have been thrown away from it. It
seemed to matter little, as it was completely out of control already. Not even
the strongest orc could probably have tamed it any more. All things unsecured
soon started to tumble to the side, falling overboard and taking any unlucky
orcs that were in its path with it. Kozgugore only narrowly managed to avoid a
falling crate, though only until a high wave crashed against the hull with tremendous
force, giving the ship that one, final push it needed to collide fully. Shouts
and screams went all across the deck, but the fog was simply too dense to allow
any orc to make a difference. They were taking water, and it became obvious
that the ship wouldn’t last long. It was when the sound of a falling mast could
be heard that the ship took a final dip to the side, sending any and all orcs
flying into the water. Kozgugore tried to hold on to the rope for dear life,
desperately looking for his mate or anyone else of his tribe, before a crate
sent him, too, flying.
Suddenly,
he felt himself crashing into something hard and cold. Darkness filled up
around him, and objects, be it crates or orcs, could only barely be seen
floating around him under water. It was with a last struggle that he fought
against the current, when a giant cannon could be seen crashing into the water.
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