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Off Topic / Re: Video game music!
July 04, 2010, 10:16:59 PM #3
The Campfire / A pledge to the tribe.
June 28, 2010, 02:49:36 PM
To Kozgugore, Chieftain of the Red Blade.
Peace, unity, honour, trust, comradeship and mutual respect.
All those are empty words in warfare, they mean nothing. If your enemy attacks you, are you only going to defend yourself? Or are you going to charge right back at them, kill them where ever you find them and grind them to dust, so they will no longer be a threat?
For too long we have followed the ways of the Shamans and where has that gotten us? No where. Our enemies besiege us on all sides, we win a few battles, but we're still outnumbered by the thousands. Our new ways has made us so desperate, that we have allied ourselves with races that wouldn't feel a moment of sadness, should some tragedy befall the true Horde and annihilate the Orcish race.
Our enemies are vermin and if you stomp them from afar, many of them will get away. If you cut their heads off a new head will grow. The only way you can defeat your enemy and secure lasting peace is to tear out the heart of the beast. Without its people, the heart of the beast, the monster will die no matter how many heads it has to lead it.
You all say you're willing to die for the Horde, but I haven't seen anyone willing to risk their own honour for it. You accuse me of wanting to go back to the dark days, without thinking that what we learned back then can be utilised now as a tool. We're no longer the mindless servants of demons, but free and we should use our freedom to ensure our survival by any means necessary.
The greatest warchief of them all, Doomhammer understood that in war, everything is but a shade of grey and there is no black and white. He brought the forest trolls to our fold and under his command and his blessing, Zuluhed managed to bind the dragons and scorch our enemies land. He tortured prisoners and mercilessly slaughtered villages, so they wouldn't join up with the forces of the Alliance or aid them with supplies. He brought us to near total victory and only because of Gul'dan's selfish ambition to gain more power made us lose the second war. We were so close to total domination and you all think the tactics he used were wrong? How has our new ways made us more dominant? If anything it has made us dependant on races that we once fought against and another race that hates the living.
You let your rules and morals bind you like a leash, when in reality we need to be set loose and tear everything apart that threatens us. We can not afford to be passive, what good will honour do us when we all lie dead, simply cause our enemies didn't let themselves be restricted?
I’ve always thought that these words were the only things that mattered, that to think anything less would be naïve and foolish. I had troubles respecting anyone that I thought let their own personal honour blind them to the truth and chain themselves to a dark cave of ignorance. My time in the tribe has shown me many different things, females in charge of males, young whelps commanding those that are older and something even resembles mutual respect for non orcs. Though did not make many friends, I found myself that even those that shared my views, Gnash, Gorewolf and Blackmane, true warrior brothers. I even found myself a she-orc, whom I consider the daughter I never had, Scharda. Hell, even that young annoying whelp Karak, has grown to me.
My pride has gotten in my way however and I’m more stubborn like a bloody dog. But even a stubborn dog can be taught respect.
I hereby pledge myself to the tribe and will follow orders from any superiors, regardless of their age, their gender and even their race. I renounce my ways and I’ll will eagerly learn the ways of the New Horde, like a young whelp learning how to hunt for the first.
Signed, Legionnaire Volkan Warmonger of the Blackrock Clan.
Peace, unity, honour, trust, comradeship and mutual respect.
All those are empty words in warfare, they mean nothing. If your enemy attacks you, are you only going to defend yourself? Or are you going to charge right back at them, kill them where ever you find them and grind them to dust, so they will no longer be a threat?
For too long we have followed the ways of the Shamans and where has that gotten us? No where. Our enemies besiege us on all sides, we win a few battles, but we're still outnumbered by the thousands. Our new ways has made us so desperate, that we have allied ourselves with races that wouldn't feel a moment of sadness, should some tragedy befall the true Horde and annihilate the Orcish race.
Our enemies are vermin and if you stomp them from afar, many of them will get away. If you cut their heads off a new head will grow. The only way you can defeat your enemy and secure lasting peace is to tear out the heart of the beast. Without its people, the heart of the beast, the monster will die no matter how many heads it has to lead it.
You all say you're willing to die for the Horde, but I haven't seen anyone willing to risk their own honour for it. You accuse me of wanting to go back to the dark days, without thinking that what we learned back then can be utilised now as a tool. We're no longer the mindless servants of demons, but free and we should use our freedom to ensure our survival by any means necessary.
The greatest warchief of them all, Doomhammer understood that in war, everything is but a shade of grey and there is no black and white. He brought the forest trolls to our fold and under his command and his blessing, Zuluhed managed to bind the dragons and scorch our enemies land. He tortured prisoners and mercilessly slaughtered villages, so they wouldn't join up with the forces of the Alliance or aid them with supplies. He brought us to near total victory and only because of Gul'dan's selfish ambition to gain more power made us lose the second war. We were so close to total domination and you all think the tactics he used were wrong? How has our new ways made us more dominant? If anything it has made us dependant on races that we once fought against and another race that hates the living.
You let your rules and morals bind you like a leash, when in reality we need to be set loose and tear everything apart that threatens us. We can not afford to be passive, what good will honour do us when we all lie dead, simply cause our enemies didn't let themselves be restricted?
I’ve always thought that these words were the only things that mattered, that to think anything less would be naïve and foolish. I had troubles respecting anyone that I thought let their own personal honour blind them to the truth and chain themselves to a dark cave of ignorance. My time in the tribe has shown me many different things, females in charge of males, young whelps commanding those that are older and something even resembles mutual respect for non orcs. Though did not make many friends, I found myself that even those that shared my views, Gnash, Gorewolf and Blackmane, true warrior brothers. I even found myself a she-orc, whom I consider the daughter I never had, Scharda. Hell, even that young annoying whelp Karak, has grown to me.
My pride has gotten in my way however and I’m more stubborn like a bloody dog. But even a stubborn dog can be taught respect.
I hereby pledge myself to the tribe and will follow orders from any superiors, regardless of their age, their gender and even their race. I renounce my ways and I’ll will eagerly learn the ways of the New Horde, like a young whelp learning how to hunt for the first.
Signed, Legionnaire Volkan Warmonger of the Blackrock Clan.
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The Campfire / Through uncharted lands.
May 23, 2010, 09:49:16 PM
((After the conversation with the Chieftain and the unexpected support by Vraagar, Volkan has decided that since the Chief is not willing to send out any of tribe to scout out the lands, due lack of manpower and not wanting to break the trust of the elves, he has decided to take a journey on his own.))
Though he had travelled a far distance, Volkan felt rejuvinated for having a sense of purpose once more. It felt good to be out scouting, like he did so many years ago and noting down the lay of the land. Long had it been since he had last seen the lands of the Ghostlands. It had been during the failed campaign to conquer the north at the second war. Volkan cursed Gul'dans name once more, like he always did, when his memories came back. They had been so close, now they were allies with their former enemies, which at best was more of a convenience for both parties. How the times had changed in such a short period.
Volkan passed through the mountains of the eastern plauglands to the Ghostlands, avoiding any path he deemed might have been used. He was not about to be spotted charting down terrain, it would at best be an embarresment for this Chieftain, costing Volkan's head to make up for it or it would strain the relationship between the Horde and Blood Elves to a severe degree. As he finally saw the outskirts of the land he was taken back, the Scourge had taken a heavy toll on the elves land, that was much sure. The Ghostlands was pratically defenseless, easy to invade by any force. Volkan snorted, as he saw the the long trench moving north, he knew they called it the dead scar.
As far as he could tell there was nothing much of value here and he continued to march on north, towards the Eversong Woods. As he strode on, he saw the ruins of the ancient gates, those same gates that had halted the advance of the Horde back then, was now nothing but a reminder of days of yonder. Where the Horde had failed to break through it, the Scourge had succeeded. Volkan grunted, if the elves were invaded they wouldn't waste any of their troops defending this sorry land, it was flat, easy to enter and the ground scorched making it unfertile. Time passed when he finally caught sight of the border to the Everson Woods, a river divinding the Ghostlands between the elves real homeland.
The land ahead appeared to be green and lush and Volkan paused for a moment. Deciding that his natural skin colour, despite the tattoo from Scharda, would provide better camouflage against the terrain, he removed parts of his armour until he was bare chested. Finding a nearby bush, he neatly stored the plate away, noting the location down for when he came back. Entering the river he began to quietly swim towards the Eversong Woods.
As Volkan swam he thought of the different leaders in the tribe and grunted absent mindely in frustration. To him most of them were either sycophants or too bloody naive to see the reality ahead. To Volkan any battlefield leader would retain friendly relationships with his allies, but also have enough sense, to be vary of them and gather any intelligence on them that be useful. 'Too many of them are bloody worried they might offend our allies' He thought to himself. 'Afraid to be seen as warmongering brutes who are only one step away from reverting to their old ways.' 'Like it bloody mattered, the only thing that mattered was the survival of the Horde by any means necassary.' Volkan was even more convinced after the incidents that had happened in the Undercity, that his actions justified the disobdience.
To Volkan, the Nag'Ogar was to bloody damn trusting of the elves even going so far to threaten other orcs to defend the elves, seemingly. 'Nothing wrong with knowing as much as you can about your allies' Volkan thought 'Cause like old saying goes, todays allies are only a stonethrow away to become tomorrows enemy.'
With that he finally crossed the river and took a deep breath, eyeing his surroundings. Birds were chirping and there was a slight breeze, but no one around. He saw a nearby tree and went up to it, grabbing the branches he began climbing to get up high. As he couldn't get any higher up, he began to overlook the land. The hills were a great spot for their archers, any army marching up to Silvermoon would be met by a swarm of arrows, the main road should be avoided. Volkan looked to the west and saw the great sea, perhaps a naval invasion would better. The shores were free and there were no hills in sight, the more he eyed the ocean the more it seemed reasonable to take the naval route. He pulled out, from the small bag he had tied to his belt, a piece of paper and a pen, drawing a crude map from the surroundings. Satisfied he decended down and began to march north, taking care to remain hidden.
Travelling north, pausing from time to time, he charted down as much as he could on the paper, hills, forrest and outskirts of what appeared to be a village went down. He knew it was impossible for him to chart the entire area down, but he had to make due. As time passed he finally saw the towers of what was once the mighty city of Silvermoon, now a city which appeared the wrecked in two. Half of it lied in utter ruin, the other half still standing proud. Crawling down to a nearby bush, he took his time and penned it all down of what he saw. It was easy to see that with catapults the gates could be broken open, unless some sort of magic kept it standing preventing the Horde charging inside.
After deciding he had seen enough, he began heading back towards south. 'Maybe all this what I have charted might never be used, maybe the alliance with the elves will last' he thought to himself, 'but I'd rather be on safe side.' He pondered whether he should tell the Chieftain, but decided against it and the best course of action was to tell, though he hated it, the Varog'Gor. She was at least not some bloody sycophant and spoke her mind openly. 'Time to get home' Volkan thought.
Though he had travelled a far distance, Volkan felt rejuvinated for having a sense of purpose once more. It felt good to be out scouting, like he did so many years ago and noting down the lay of the land. Long had it been since he had last seen the lands of the Ghostlands. It had been during the failed campaign to conquer the north at the second war. Volkan cursed Gul'dans name once more, like he always did, when his memories came back. They had been so close, now they were allies with their former enemies, which at best was more of a convenience for both parties. How the times had changed in such a short period.
Volkan passed through the mountains of the eastern plauglands to the Ghostlands, avoiding any path he deemed might have been used. He was not about to be spotted charting down terrain, it would at best be an embarresment for this Chieftain, costing Volkan's head to make up for it or it would strain the relationship between the Horde and Blood Elves to a severe degree. As he finally saw the outskirts of the land he was taken back, the Scourge had taken a heavy toll on the elves land, that was much sure. The Ghostlands was pratically defenseless, easy to invade by any force. Volkan snorted, as he saw the the long trench moving north, he knew they called it the dead scar.
As far as he could tell there was nothing much of value here and he continued to march on north, towards the Eversong Woods. As he strode on, he saw the ruins of the ancient gates, those same gates that had halted the advance of the Horde back then, was now nothing but a reminder of days of yonder. Where the Horde had failed to break through it, the Scourge had succeeded. Volkan grunted, if the elves were invaded they wouldn't waste any of their troops defending this sorry land, it was flat, easy to enter and the ground scorched making it unfertile. Time passed when he finally caught sight of the border to the Everson Woods, a river divinding the Ghostlands between the elves real homeland.
The land ahead appeared to be green and lush and Volkan paused for a moment. Deciding that his natural skin colour, despite the tattoo from Scharda, would provide better camouflage against the terrain, he removed parts of his armour until he was bare chested. Finding a nearby bush, he neatly stored the plate away, noting the location down for when he came back. Entering the river he began to quietly swim towards the Eversong Woods.
As Volkan swam he thought of the different leaders in the tribe and grunted absent mindely in frustration. To him most of them were either sycophants or too bloody naive to see the reality ahead. To Volkan any battlefield leader would retain friendly relationships with his allies, but also have enough sense, to be vary of them and gather any intelligence on them that be useful. 'Too many of them are bloody worried they might offend our allies' He thought to himself. 'Afraid to be seen as warmongering brutes who are only one step away from reverting to their old ways.' 'Like it bloody mattered, the only thing that mattered was the survival of the Horde by any means necassary.' Volkan was even more convinced after the incidents that had happened in the Undercity, that his actions justified the disobdience.
To Volkan, the Nag'Ogar was to bloody damn trusting of the elves even going so far to threaten other orcs to defend the elves, seemingly. 'Nothing wrong with knowing as much as you can about your allies' Volkan thought 'Cause like old saying goes, todays allies are only a stonethrow away to become tomorrows enemy.'
With that he finally crossed the river and took a deep breath, eyeing his surroundings. Birds were chirping and there was a slight breeze, but no one around. He saw a nearby tree and went up to it, grabbing the branches he began climbing to get up high. As he couldn't get any higher up, he began to overlook the land. The hills were a great spot for their archers, any army marching up to Silvermoon would be met by a swarm of arrows, the main road should be avoided. Volkan looked to the west and saw the great sea, perhaps a naval invasion would better. The shores were free and there were no hills in sight, the more he eyed the ocean the more it seemed reasonable to take the naval route. He pulled out, from the small bag he had tied to his belt, a piece of paper and a pen, drawing a crude map from the surroundings. Satisfied he decended down and began to march north, taking care to remain hidden.
Travelling north, pausing from time to time, he charted down as much as he could on the paper, hills, forrest and outskirts of what appeared to be a village went down. He knew it was impossible for him to chart the entire area down, but he had to make due. As time passed he finally saw the towers of what was once the mighty city of Silvermoon, now a city which appeared the wrecked in two. Half of it lied in utter ruin, the other half still standing proud. Crawling down to a nearby bush, he took his time and penned it all down of what he saw. It was easy to see that with catapults the gates could be broken open, unless some sort of magic kept it standing preventing the Horde charging inside.
After deciding he had seen enough, he began heading back towards south. 'Maybe all this what I have charted might never be used, maybe the alliance with the elves will last' he thought to himself, 'but I'd rather be on safe side.' He pondered whether he should tell the Chieftain, but decided against it and the best course of action was to tell, though he hated it, the Varog'Gor. She was at least not some bloody sycophant and spoke her mind openly. 'Time to get home' Volkan thought.
#5
Off Topic / Re: The Video Game discussion thread.
May 21, 2010, 10:31:57 PM
Hence why I'm posting this in the off topic section, but I see your point.
#6
Off Topic / The Video Game discussion thread.
May 21, 2010, 02:26:15 PM
I'm hoping we can dedicate this thread to perhaps some mature level discussion of video games and the industry, other than "PS3 rox, Wii sucks" comments. Video gaming is now big business and since we're all gamers here (and adults), I think it can't hurt for us to understand how the industry works and more importantly how we as gamers can make money from it.
To start everything, I recommend you all read this article, it will offer many of you a whole other perspective and explain why Nintendo Wii is such a great success. Yes, yes, I can hear the groaning of some of you already thinking I'm a Wii fan boy, but if you still think the Wii is a gimmick after 4 years of massive sales (and still outselling the other consoles by a large margin) you're deluding yourself of the true reason for it's success and worse not seeing things from a business perspective. There is no hardcore or casual gamers, it's just an excuse made up by companies to explain why their games failed to sell.
Below the link to the article
http://malstrom.50webs.com/birdman.html
Useful sources for gaming industry news:
http://www.gamasutra.com/
http://www.gamesindustry.biz/ (requires you to register as user, it's free)
To start everything, I recommend you all read this article, it will offer many of you a whole other perspective and explain why Nintendo Wii is such a great success. Yes, yes, I can hear the groaning of some of you already thinking I'm a Wii fan boy, but if you still think the Wii is a gimmick after 4 years of massive sales (and still outselling the other consoles by a large margin) you're deluding yourself of the true reason for it's success and worse not seeing things from a business perspective. There is no hardcore or casual gamers, it's just an excuse made up by companies to explain why their games failed to sell.
Below the link to the article
http://malstrom.50webs.com/birdman.html
Useful sources for gaming industry news:
http://www.gamasutra.com/
http://www.gamesindustry.biz/ (requires you to register as user, it's free)
#8
The Campfire / Being of use to the tribe.
May 20, 2010, 02:34:50 PM
((After the "incident" with Morgeth Volkan has demanded/requested that he be put to use and the Chieftain has complied ordering Volkan however to ask the Varog'Gar for a task. Morgeth has send him out to find and torture information out of a fel orc straggler to find the whereabouts of the remaining commander, knowing that most orcs of the tribe eschewed torture as dishonourable and would never do it.))
Volkan was grumbling at the tavern, sitting by himself. He had just finished eating quite a healthy portion of grilled ox meat, but still had trouble figuring out how to phrase his report. He didn't want to give that bitch the satisfaction of her knowing she could lord over him, but at the same time he didn't want to risk his new found home in the tribe. 'Bah' he muttered to himself, 'females are only trouble, should never give them any position of power.' He regretted his words fast, as he thought of the young female orc, Scharda, whom he considered a daughter he never had. 'back to the report, Volk' he grumbled again. A smile crept upon his lips as he realised he could just address the report directly to the chieftain, but still send it to Morgeth. The message would be clear, if she was smart enough to pick up on the subtlety, which he was sure she was. To address the chieftain instead of her meant that her showed his loyalty to the chieftain, but his contempt to the Varog'Gor by completely ignoring her even though she was the one that had tasked him. His thoughts went back to the fight and he was itching to ram his fist in her face once more, he had not thought she knew how to fight in melee combat, thinking she was just another weak user of sorcery. He wouldn't make that mistake again, thinking about her arrogant smirk got his blood running wild inside him and he felt the lust to kill rise rapidly. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down. Now was not the time to lost his temper, he would bide his time, waiting for the bitch to give birth first before enraging her to fight him again.
'Chieftain', he began, 'It is with great satisfaction to report that I made the red pig squeal. Hehe it's funny how a heated dagger can motivate even the most stubborn oafs.' He paused to think whether he should include how he had tortured the fel orc. On one hand it might not be needed, on the other hand it might come in handy for future problems that needed a more delicate approach to be solved. He decided to include the technique on a separate report. 'In case you're interested.' He continued 'I've included my approach to making him sing in another report, that you will find attached.'
He gestured for the inn keeper to bring him some more food and ale, before continuing. 'the sorry bastard you're after, seems to be hiding between Terrokar Forest and Shadowmoon Valley. There is a secret path, hidden by some bushes about 40 steps south, south west of a great cinched tree.
According to the fel orc, that path should lead straight to his camp. Whether or not he's guarded he did not now, but it's safe to assume that if he went in to hiding that he'll probably have a retinue of guards around him.'
Satisfied with his report, he rewarded himself with some more ale and took a big bite out the freshly served juicy grilled ox meat. After indulging himself he began with the second report, writing in detail on how he had captured the straggler at dawn and knocked him out. How he had carried him to a nice quiet spot, woken him up and began the slow torture. As he wrote he thought about all those orcs with the foolish notion, that torture was wrong and without honour. 'Idiotic fools' he thought to himself 'Didn't Orgrim Doomhammer the greatest of all the Warchiefs use torture? Who are they to decide what's right and what's wrong. Only the survival of the Horde matters, everything else is secondary.' He grunted and scratched his beard and continued with the details in his report. He had removed several limbs of the straggler including his teeth, till he finally understood that if he didn't talk and fast he would end up carved and cut like piece of meat on the slaughter bench. After he had extracted every useful information he could from the fel orc, he had killed him and cut out his tongue as promised. Volkan grunted as he finished the report and sealed it in an envelope. It was time to head back to Garadar.
Volkan was grumbling at the tavern, sitting by himself. He had just finished eating quite a healthy portion of grilled ox meat, but still had trouble figuring out how to phrase his report. He didn't want to give that bitch the satisfaction of her knowing she could lord over him, but at the same time he didn't want to risk his new found home in the tribe. 'Bah' he muttered to himself, 'females are only trouble, should never give them any position of power.' He regretted his words fast, as he thought of the young female orc, Scharda, whom he considered a daughter he never had. 'back to the report, Volk' he grumbled again. A smile crept upon his lips as he realised he could just address the report directly to the chieftain, but still send it to Morgeth. The message would be clear, if she was smart enough to pick up on the subtlety, which he was sure she was. To address the chieftain instead of her meant that her showed his loyalty to the chieftain, but his contempt to the Varog'Gor by completely ignoring her even though she was the one that had tasked him. His thoughts went back to the fight and he was itching to ram his fist in her face once more, he had not thought she knew how to fight in melee combat, thinking she was just another weak user of sorcery. He wouldn't make that mistake again, thinking about her arrogant smirk got his blood running wild inside him and he felt the lust to kill rise rapidly. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down. Now was not the time to lost his temper, he would bide his time, waiting for the bitch to give birth first before enraging her to fight him again.
'Chieftain', he began, 'It is with great satisfaction to report that I made the red pig squeal. Hehe it's funny how a heated dagger can motivate even the most stubborn oafs.' He paused to think whether he should include how he had tortured the fel orc. On one hand it might not be needed, on the other hand it might come in handy for future problems that needed a more delicate approach to be solved. He decided to include the technique on a separate report. 'In case you're interested.' He continued 'I've included my approach to making him sing in another report, that you will find attached.'
He gestured for the inn keeper to bring him some more food and ale, before continuing. 'the sorry bastard you're after, seems to be hiding between Terrokar Forest and Shadowmoon Valley. There is a secret path, hidden by some bushes about 40 steps south, south west of a great cinched tree.
According to the fel orc, that path should lead straight to his camp. Whether or not he's guarded he did not now, but it's safe to assume that if he went in to hiding that he'll probably have a retinue of guards around him.'
Satisfied with his report, he rewarded himself with some more ale and took a big bite out the freshly served juicy grilled ox meat. After indulging himself he began with the second report, writing in detail on how he had captured the straggler at dawn and knocked him out. How he had carried him to a nice quiet spot, woken him up and began the slow torture. As he wrote he thought about all those orcs with the foolish notion, that torture was wrong and without honour. 'Idiotic fools' he thought to himself 'Didn't Orgrim Doomhammer the greatest of all the Warchiefs use torture? Who are they to decide what's right and what's wrong. Only the survival of the Horde matters, everything else is secondary.' He grunted and scratched his beard and continued with the details in his report. He had removed several limbs of the straggler including his teeth, till he finally understood that if he didn't talk and fast he would end up carved and cut like piece of meat on the slaughter bench. After he had extracted every useful information he could from the fel orc, he had killed him and cut out his tongue as promised. Volkan grunted as he finished the report and sealed it in an envelope. It was time to head back to Garadar.
#9
Game Related / Re: My gad.
May 18, 2010, 04:04:42 PM
So are they changing all models?
Edit: Nevermind.
Edit: Nevermind.
#10
The Campfire / Volkans foolproof plan to victory
May 17, 2010, 05:59:47 PM
Right all this mushy, squishy talks about being friends is sickening to me, so here is my genius plan, how to begin the next great war. I've decided to call it the "Divide and Conquer" plan.
First we need to take care of our own house. I'm talking about those pink elves, that we all hate so much.
Those pesky blood elves have a long memory and won't have forgotten the blood we spilled during the second war, when they were still known as high elves. They'll be itching to stab us in the back, when the time comes, yet we need them for their arcane abilities.
So I propose we first make sure they won't join the Alliance again.
How do we bloody do that? By making sure the Alliance think they've done horrible crimes. We dress our female warriors up as those elves, wearing their armour, then let them do a series of brutal raids burning and killing everything down every living soul. There is no way then the Alliance will accept them back. Afterwards we annex their lands by invasion and publicly execute all their leaders, by chopping off their heads in front of the other elves. If their users of the arcane doesn't want to part with their heads, then they will follow suit!
Now about the Alliance
It's not been that long since the third great war ended. The human alliance with the dwarves remains strong and can probably not be broken that easily.
But the night elves is an entirely different matter. They're still new to regularly contact with the humans, we can exploit that! They're all very protective of their trees as we've learned, so why not use that to our advantage?
Hire some human mercenaries and let them defile their woods. We can promise them protection, just promise them lots of gold so their lust for greed will not see what we have planned. Once the night elves attack them, we can ambush and slaughter them all, then if there are any humans alive we kill them too. Dress the human corpses in the battle gear of Alliance soldiers and you got your self a nice incident. The night elf leaders will demand satisfaction of what happened. This will sow the first rift between the night elves and the Alliance. The goal is when the time comes, the night elves will not aid the Alliance once we attack.
Sowing dissent, mistrust, fear and hatred, using lust and greed should be our tools to achieve the beginning of victory, before we take to field of battle.
First we need to take care of our own house. I'm talking about those pink elves, that we all hate so much.
Those pesky blood elves have a long memory and won't have forgotten the blood we spilled during the second war, when they were still known as high elves. They'll be itching to stab us in the back, when the time comes, yet we need them for their arcane abilities.
So I propose we first make sure they won't join the Alliance again.
How do we bloody do that? By making sure the Alliance think they've done horrible crimes. We dress our female warriors up as those elves, wearing their armour, then let them do a series of brutal raids burning and killing everything down every living soul. There is no way then the Alliance will accept them back. Afterwards we annex their lands by invasion and publicly execute all their leaders, by chopping off their heads in front of the other elves. If their users of the arcane doesn't want to part with their heads, then they will follow suit!
Now about the Alliance
It's not been that long since the third great war ended. The human alliance with the dwarves remains strong and can probably not be broken that easily.
But the night elves is an entirely different matter. They're still new to regularly contact with the humans, we can exploit that! They're all very protective of their trees as we've learned, so why not use that to our advantage?
Hire some human mercenaries and let them defile their woods. We can promise them protection, just promise them lots of gold so their lust for greed will not see what we have planned. Once the night elves attack them, we can ambush and slaughter them all, then if there are any humans alive we kill them too. Dress the human corpses in the battle gear of Alliance soldiers and you got your self a nice incident. The night elf leaders will demand satisfaction of what happened. This will sow the first rift between the night elves and the Alliance. The goal is when the time comes, the night elves will not aid the Alliance once we attack.
Sowing dissent, mistrust, fear and hatred, using lust and greed should be our tools to achieve the beginning of victory, before we take to field of battle.
#11
Game Related / Ranks
May 16, 2010, 11:56:21 AM
I'm sure there are quite a few Orcs here who have fought in the second war, so for those that are interested here are the different ranks taken from Warcraft 2.
Slave
Peon
Rogue
Grunt
Slasher
Marauder
Commander
Captain
Major
Knight
General
Master
Marshall
Chieftan
Overlord
Warchief
I think in regards to some of the ranks in Warcraft 2, Blizzard ran out of creativity. My reasoning for this is that the rank for Captain, Major, Knight, General and Marshall are the same names used to determine the ranks of the Alliance. So I'm proposing that we alter the original list a bit and change some names into what the PvP ranks of Vanilla were and perhaps special titles you get from the achievements, for example Conqueror.
Slave
Peon
Rogue
Grunt
Slasher
Marauder
Stone Guard
Legionnaire
Centurion
Champion
General
Master
Conqueror
Chieftan
Overlord
Warchief
Guess I had a little too much time on my hands, hehe
Edit: Why I did this was to perhaps help the older Orcs to add some depths in their characters background story.
Slave
Peon
Rogue
Grunt
Slasher
Marauder
Commander
Captain
Major
Knight
General
Master
Marshall
Chieftan
Overlord
Warchief
I think in regards to some of the ranks in Warcraft 2, Blizzard ran out of creativity. My reasoning for this is that the rank for Captain, Major, Knight, General and Marshall are the same names used to determine the ranks of the Alliance. So I'm proposing that we alter the original list a bit and change some names into what the PvP ranks of Vanilla were and perhaps special titles you get from the achievements, for example Conqueror.
Slave
Peon
Rogue
Grunt
Slasher
Marauder
Stone Guard
Legionnaire
Centurion
Champion
General
Master
Conqueror
Chieftan
Overlord
Warchief
Guess I had a little too much time on my hands, hehe
Edit: Why I did this was to perhaps help the older Orcs to add some depths in their characters background story.
#13
Off Topic / Re: Music education
May 12, 2010, 01:13:35 PM
Maybe I missed it, but I don't see any mentioning of Black Sabbath 
#15
Off Topic / Hello everyone.
May 12, 2010, 01:04:08 PM
Didn't know where to post this, so I'll just post it here.
At work currently (on my break) just wondering what everyone is up to right now.
At work currently (on my break) just wondering what everyone is up to right now.
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