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[Twisted Firestarter]

Twisted Firestarter

Objective:
Smoke rises from one of the various farms within the Barrens, desolate and abandoned it's now a mere shell, yet only a few days past it was a bustling pig-farm! Nag'Ogar Doomhowl is interested in finding out what happened.

Rewards:
2 Fangs per orc.

Additional notes:
The farm burnt down to it's frame, any evidence that was lost behind has long gone as would any culprits if it was infact on purpose.




Status:
FAILED

[Makin' Bacon]

Makin' Bacon

Objective:
After cutting a swathe of destruction through the centaur ranks, Nag'Ogar Doomhowl sets his sights upon the Quillboar, like the horse-men they too have pillaged supplies, attacking in the dead of night like the cowards they are.

Rewards:
2 Fangs per orc.

Additional notes:
OOC: I shall be about for any orcs interested in this little venture on the 01/03/16 anytime after 15:30 SERVER time, Crossroads starting location no doubt.



Status:
Complete

[Pacify the Centaur]

Pacify the Centaur

Objective:
The Centaur grow bolder each day that they draw breath, ransacking supply caravans and the like. I want their heads! I seek to lead a band of able-bodied orcs out with the sole purpose of leaving their flea-ridden carcasses to bake in the hot sun, burn their huts. Form up at the Crossroads when the call is sounded. For the Horde!

Signed, Mozrogg Doomhowl.

Rewards:
2 fangs per orc.

Additional notes:
OOC: Hopefully to be completed on 29/02/16 after 16:00 server time. If there are those interested just hit me up and I'm all for leading it out!




Status:
Complete

[No]

My eyes squinted, slowly opening as they adjusted to the dimly lit cabin. The only sound that reached my ears was the gentle breath of the orc cradled in my arms - and of course the humming of engines. I dare not move as to keep her as comfortable as possible. This wasn't so bad, bundled up in a mountain of furs with the only other soul on board who I truly cared about being beside - Despite being suspended mid-air aboard a screaming metal death tra- No.. That was but a back thought now, no need to ruin this moment with my own worries.

Something irritated the back of my neck, itching slightly as i craned my shoulders only to see the bulky form of Lian slumped behind us, a soft smile crept across my lips before simply nuzzling myself down within his warmth, making sure as to wrap up my wild-cat as best I could.

What time was it? Had days past, or simply hours?  I cared not in this moment, completely at ease against her skin, I simply gazed down upon her, enjoying her presence.. She had a way of softening my otherwise stern features, how? I have no idea. She has a way with the beasts afterall.

I could be myself with her, no need to build up the walls that surrounded me, she'd simply knock them down, I'd always spoken my mind, but she'd shown me how to speak my heart. I was hers and she was mine, a simple truth, but the way I liked it.

Whoever came up with that damned saying anyway? "Opposites attract" Hrrmph. My nose exhaled softly before shaking my head. Although it held some merit, despite our similarities we had our own mind and yet she completes me, making up for my own short-comings, I only hope I can do the same for her. I felt no worry, nor dread, despite showing my heart to her, easily torn apart if she wished, but I had no worry of that, no. I was hers and she was mine, nuzzling further down amongst the furs, her breath in unison with mine as she snorted and yelped softly in her sleep.

Even up this high the cold, bitter winds didn't bother me, she was my shield against the darkness, my light. My eyes began to close heavily, nestled against the warmth of my love. My mate, my wild-cat. The bear and the tigress.

His skin was slick with sweat, tiny beads of water glistening in the moonlight as his heart raced, his head pounding as he arched his head up to the moon. His ears twitching and his nose wrinkled as if his senses were heightened, the crunch of footsteps through the undergrowth, the cracking of twigs, the subtle sound of water falling over rocks. His hair stood at attention, hyper-sensitive as he surveyed the surroundings, his bounding run avoiding root and lowlying branch as he ran... and ran.
The orc snarled and snapped, his jaw hanging low as saliva dripped down his chin, his tongue lapping at his lips, eyes poised, wild, feral.

"Embrace it, we are watching, ever watching. The eyes of the beast are upon you." He snarled once more, shaking his head as the voice filled his mind.

The dense woodland came to a halt, a clearing in the middle of the labyrinth of twisting trees. A rocky outcropping in which a light stream trickled down, above there it sat, perched upon it's haunches, it's dripping maw salivating, hungry, it howled to the moon.
The orc paced around, his hands sinking into the mud as he sniffed and snorted, taking in the beasts' scent, their eyes met, the oxblood of the orcs' locked with the dark pits that sat deep in the beasts' skull before only darkness..

The orc jolted upright, panting and breathing heavily, exhausted as his heart heaved inside his chest, the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth as he ran his tongue along the inside, sweat cascading down his body, his weary eyes squinting some-what as he scanned his surroundings. Back in his furs, his legs tangled and twisted within as the wetness of his skin made it easy for the covers to stick to his flesh. He grunted hoarsely, peering down as there lay a heavily pregnant orc clutching his chest, clinging tightly to his form, almost unnoticed due to the bundle of furs she lay beneath, she grunted softly, pulling his own arm around her, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, resting his head once more against hers as he allow sleep to take him once more.

Softly he muttered. "Hrm.. At least this be no dream.."

[Cry of the Warsong]

"No one can escape death boy, you will do well to remember that. If we are to join our ancestors our memory shall echo across history. Choose how you die. Master your own fate." - Skar'gul Steelfury

Cry of the Warsong

When the pup was born, like all Warsong he was to be inspected, a father's eye would prove the best tool. The clan thrived on strength, their numbers had suffered greatly over the years and there would be no time wasted on nursing a pup who prove too sick or feeble to be of use. The cold depths of the river was a cruel way to go. A trying time for any new mother.

The bundle of wrinkled skin was scooped up by cumbersome hands, hands that had seen years of work. Worn and rugged as they were they caressed, pawing at the boy like a mother wolf would to her pup.

"A little on the small side.. Ghrm, but he be strong.." A smile crept across the lips of the orc, thick and broad his furrowed brow and deep-set eyes casting their gaze over the new born as he cradle the fragile bundle of green flesh.

He had passed his first test..

His piercing cry danced with the wind, wailing merely brought an even greater smile to the orcs' lips, he gently slid the pup back into his eagerly waiting mates' arms, she breathed a sigh of relief - an exhausted sigh. Although small he proved a nuisance during labour, stubborn they called it.

"You see my wolf? Even now his cry of war is to be heard, he has earned his name already years before any Om'riggor." The old orc chuckled, stroking the hair upon his mate's head, his gruff voice sounding like two rocks crashing together.

The old orcs' cracked lips pursed, he lay a reassuring kiss upon his exhausted mate's forehead and smiled, turning on his heels he would return to his duty, the bellows of the forge would not stoke themselves.

The corner of her cheeks were pinched together in joyous glee, her warming smile washed over the young pup as she peer down at the newborn, his wailing had stopped for now, only long enough for him to suckle the tip of her finger with minuscule lips as she gaze down at him with pools of crystalline blue. Clutching him close she gently cradled him and whispered.

"Great things you will do my sweet boy, my Mozrogg."

[Ruuurugh!]

The air was thick, like a choking smog it clung to the orc's nostrils, a haze of sulfur and shrapnel caused him to cough and splutter, his eyes squinting he peered out across the blood-stained mesa, death and destruction lay in his wake, yet he did not care. He was in his element.

The artillery fire was deafening, as if he wore a target upon his back shells rained down, with a grunt he plunged a cumbersome finger into each ear as he strode into the fray, the bones of the fallen crunching beneath his boot. Grinning broadly he parried their pitiful blows, the clash of steel and the spurt of crimson filled him with an unrivaled pleasure.

"Ghrm-hrm, is that the best yers can throw at me! Damned whelps!" He cackled madly, his mouth dripping blood as his eyes filled with an un-natural rage.

His spiked boot crunched into the chest of yet another on-rushing invader, cracking ribs and sinew as the lifeless body tumbled down the ramp as his axe continued its maniacal onslaught, a whirling torment of blows, swinging wildly cutting a swathe through the swell of their ranks. He spat in the dirt, beating his chest in triumph he beckoned them on.

"Bah, come yer mongrels! Taste th'steel o' tha' Warsong! Ruuurugh!" His cackling continued, his cracked skin covered in the organs of his foes, relishing the slaughter.

"The line is lost you fool! Fall back before we're overrun! Doomhow-" The Warseer howled, barking orders as his claws ripped through the jaw of another iron orc.

"Pfah!, I'll hold 'em off, get tha' injured t'safet-" His words cut short as his skull met cold steel, the sickening tear of muscle and flesh filled his ears before the darkness overtook him.

[The pillars of smoke were visible even from the outskirts of Ashenvale, plumes of black and ash blocking out even the faintest beam of light that dared penetrate the thick canopy. The lush forests faded, the spirits and dancing lights of the ancient wood a distant memory now as the stench of sulfur and brimstone began to invade his senses, the smell clinging to his nostrils like an unwelcome parasite.The once bustling streets he had frequented were overcome with terror and death, the sight of those he once recognised lay scattered throughout the city's streets, no longer was he walking through the green of Ashenvale as his feet trudged through the rubble of Orgimmar.His once confident stride had been brought to a writhing crawl, his hands clutched the red sand as he dragged his carcass through the valley of honour. His vision was blurred and his mind hazy. A blue banner with gold trim roared ferociously across his peripheral, but to his dismay they were joined by the flying red banner of his Horde. Greenskins on both sides fell, man, elf, dwarf, trolls and tauren, all manner of corpses fell in his wake as they fought for supremacy.He scrambled to his feet, the intense all consuming fire tore at his very soul, he squinted and tried to clamber to his feet. He shielded his face from the heat, and bobbed and weaved from the whistle of arrow, the clash of steel and the whirl of magic only to be halted dead in his tracks. His mind wished to escape but his legs felt numb, the instantly recognizable banner, the three prongs upon the back of a red banner, the wolves howled within his ears.His mouth gaped and his eyes widened in horror. Atop the banner was the unmistakable mask of Kozgugore Feraleye, still attached to it's owners head. Upon closer look the banner had been skewered through a still whimpering worg, grey in pelt.Around the banner was littered with the bloody and ragged wolf-masks he oh so came to recognize by first glance as a pile of bodies encircled their once honourable banner, those he had known, loved and disliked.Tears began to roll down the usually stern features of his face, yet no sound escaped his cracked lips.Smashed and empty kegs, defiled as Hellbrew clung still to his unending ale, his body twisted and still. Talonslayers' bow lay splintered in her lifeless hands. Marshfang and Steelhearts' body lay curled and stiff, protecting thee motionless pups underneath. Bloodmarks' stalwart shield lay splintered and snapped in two, still attached to his twitching dismembered arm, next to him lay Karak, the look of horror etched upon his features as he clung hopelessly to his cleaved lute and finally his daughter and Howler lay in a pool of their own blood clutching each other.Mozrogg howled uncontrollably, his rigid body now crumbled into a heap as the fire and sorrow engulfed his mind and then he was back..He sat bolt upright, tears rolling down his scarred cheeks as he rolled and stirred, his furs drenched with sweat as he rolled out from under Dahak'ras' touch and panted heavily, he crawled out from under his bedding and sat out upon the hill, he looked out upon the beauty of Nagrand with despair.He grunted and rolled his shoulders, digging his toes into the cold earth."What kind of nightmare was that..?" He sighed and continued to breath deep, as if he had just ran the length of the basin, the stench of sulfur still clung to his nostrils.He peered over his shoulder as the rustle of furs could be heard, Dahak'ra emerged, yawning as she placed her nimble fingers along his neck."It was no nightmare Mozrogg, but a vision, if it has come to pass, I know not." She sighed, frowning as she tried in vain to work the knots out of his shoulder.Mozrogg snarled in response, "What are you talking about? Why.. How am I back here? I left, the sands of Durotar, the shadows of Ashenv- The death, it felt so, it was real!" Angry and confused he continued to howl.A concerned look upon her face, she ran a hand along his ocean eye as she spoke with a reassuring tone."Mozrogg. Listen to me now, you have been in and out of consciousness since Oshu'Gun.. you've been practically asleep for what, three days now? I can help.. Do not ignore this.. dreams." She smiled, but the concern could be seen on her face, she kissed th orc upon the forehead before running her hands along his shoulders before returning to the furs.He nodded slowly to himself, he licked his mouth and could taste the salt of his dry tears upon his lips, with a grunt he hunched over with his head in his hands. Bathed in the moonlight he awaited the sunlight of mornings' reprieve."Tribe.."]

The pillars of smoke were visible even from the outskirts of Ashenvale, plumes of black and ash blocking out even the faintest beam of light that dared penetrate the thick canopy. The lush forests faded, the spirits and dancing lights of the ancient wood a distant memory now as the stench of sulfur and brimstone began to invade his senses, the smell clinging to his nostrils like an unwelcome parasite.

The once bustling streets he had frequented were overcome with terror and death, the sight of those he once recognised lay scattered throughout the city's streets, no longer was he walking through the green of Ashenvale as his feet trudged through the rubble of Orgimmar.

His once confident stride had been brought to a writhing crawl, his hands clutched the red sand as he dragged his carcass through the valley of honour. His vision was blurred and his mind hazy. A blue banner with gold trim roared ferociously across his peripheral, but to his dismay they were joined by the flying red banner of his Horde. Greenskins on both sides fell, man, elf, dwarf, trolls and tauren, all manner of corpses fell in his wake as they fought for supremacy.

He scrambled to his feet, the intense all consuming fire tore at his very soul, he squinted and tried to clamber to his feet. He shielded his face from the heat, and bobbed and weaved from the whistle of arrow, the clash of steel and the whirl of magic only to be halted dead in his tracks. His mind wished to escape but his legs felt numb, the instantly recognizable banner, the three prongs upon the back of a red banner, the wolves howled within his ears.

His mouth gaped and his eyes widened in horror. Atop the banner was the unmistakable mask of Kozgugore Feraleye, still attached to it's owners head. Upon closer look the banner had been skewered through a still whimpering worg, grey in pelt.

Around the banner was littered with the bloody and ragged wolf-masks he oh so came to recognize by first glance as a pile of bodies encircled their once honourable banner, those he had known, loved and disliked.

Tears began to roll down the usually stern features of his face, yet no sound escaped his cracked lips.

Smashed and empty kegs, defiled as Hellbrew clung still to his unending ale, his body twisted and still. Talonslayers' bow lay splintered in her lifeless hands. Marshfang and Steelhearts' body lay curled and stiff, protecting thee motionless pups underneath. Bloodmarks' stalwart shield lay splintered and snapped in two, still attached to his twitching dismembered arm, next to him lay Karak, the look of horror etched upon his features as he clung hopelessly to his cleaved lute and finally his daughter and Howler lay in a pool of their own blood clutching each other.

Mozrogg howled uncontrollably, his rigid body now crumbled into a heap as the fire and sorrow engulfed his mind and then he was back..

He sat bolt upright, tears rolling down his scarred cheeks as he rolled and stirred, his furs drenched with sweat as he rolled out from under Dahak'ras' touch and panted heavily, he crawled out from under his bedding and sat out upon the hill, he looked out upon the beauty of Nagrand with despair.

He grunted and rolled his shoulders, digging his toes into the cold earth.
"What kind of nightmare was that..?" He sighed and continued to breath deep, as if he had just ran the length of the basin, the stench of sulfur still clung to his nostrils.

He peered over his shoulder as the rustle of furs could be heard, Dahak'ra emerged, yawning as she placed her nimble fingers along his neck.

"It was no nightmare Mozrogg, but a vision, if it has come to pass, I know not." She sighed, frowning as she tried in vain to work the knots out of his shoulder.

Mozrogg snarled in response, "What are you talking about? Why.. How am I back here? I left, the sands of Durotar, the shadows of Ashenv- The death, it felt so, it was real!" Angry and confused he continued to howl.

A concerned look upon her face, she ran a hand along his ocean eye as she spoke with a reassuring tone.

"Mozrogg. Listen to me now, you have been in and out of consciousness since Oshu'Gun.. you've been practically asleep for what, three days now? I can help.. Do not ignore this.. dreams." She smiled, but the concern could be seen on her face, she kissed th orc upon the forehead before running her hands along his shoulders before returning to the furs.

He nodded slowly to himself, he licked his mouth and could taste the salt of his dry tears upon his lips, with a grunt he hunched over with his head in his hands. Bathed in the moonlight he awaited the sunlight of mornings' reprieve.

"Tribe.."

[The orc grunted, shifting his many packs uncomfortably from shoulder to shoulder, rolling his arms as to get the blood flowing again. He wiped his brow awkwardly as he attempted to juggle all of his belongings. His feet trudged as if they had been walking for weeks, heavy and cumbersome he pressed on, his immense bulk leaving pot holes in the desert sand as he moved. Beside him a once vicious looking worg appeared bored and fatigued, panting for his life. Mozrogg frowned, the pair stopped for but a moment as he kneeled down, opening his water-skin he poured the crystal clear water into his hands as the worg lapped up the trickle of water happily, he howled in content whilst the orc himself grinned wickedly, howling himself in unison.Finally the desert wastes of the Barrens began to seem like a distant memory as the lush forested region of Ashenvale began to creep into view, however all did not appear as it seemed. The ramparts were as if a plague had wiped out the inhabitants.. Dead. Mozrogg sighed, clambering onto a rocky outcrop that overlooked the forest, he whistled for his worg to follow as they rested under a canopy of trees that blocked out the sun. A welcome reprieve.Setting down his belongings, sad that what the orc had on him was most if not all of his wordly possessions. He scrambled around in his ragged pack, producing various bone fragments and worn stones, he placed them in a circle around himself, peering back at the worg from time to time. This all appeared rather new to him as he sighed, rolling his eyes at his shoddy work of a 'ritual' circle.The orc pried his wolf-mask upon his head and sat it down upon his knee, his eyes closed shut as he began to mutter under his breath, his nose wrinkling as new smells began to phase into being, sights and sounds zooming past at light speed, his brow furrowed as he rubbed his temples but he did not waver."Ghrm.. The spirits.. Are restless." He muttered in a half dream like state, shaking his head."Show me the way of the pack, let their howls lead the way." The orc winced, his eyes fluttering open, before he sat bolt upright, no longer relaxed. He frowned, shaking his head before rubbing his temples once again."I'll never get used to this.. Ghrm, damned pain. At least we have a destination.. But why.." Mozrogg clambered to his feet, stretching out his arms and back as they creaked and cracked before bellowing a deafening roar from deep within his lungs."The Warsong are supreme!" He grinned, a primal, animalistic visage etched upon his features, he nodded to himself, and then to his worg as they began their trek through Ashenvale, scarred hand wrapped around the hilt of his axe.]

The orc grunted, shifting his many packs uncomfortably from shoulder to shoulder, rolling his arms as to get the blood flowing again. He wiped his brow awkwardly as he attempted to juggle all of his belongings. His feet trudged as if they had been walking for weeks, heavy and cumbersome he pressed on, his immense bulk leaving pot holes in the desert sand as he moved. Beside him a once vicious looking worg appeared bored and fatigued, panting for his life. Mozrogg frowned, the pair stopped for but a moment as he kneeled down, opening his water-skin he poured the crystal clear water into his hands as the worg lapped up the trickle of water happily, he howled in content whilst the orc himself grinned wickedly, howling himself in unison.

Finally the desert wastes of the Barrens began to seem like a distant memory as the lush forested region of Ashenvale began to creep into view, however all did not appear as it seemed. The ramparts were as if a plague had wiped out the inhabitants.. Dead. Mozrogg sighed, clambering onto a rocky outcrop that overlooked the forest, he whistled for his worg to follow as they rested under a canopy of trees that blocked out the sun. A welcome reprieve.

Setting down his belongings, sad that what the orc had on him was most if not all of his wordly possessions. He scrambled around in his ragged pack, producing various bone fragments and worn stones, he placed them in a circle around himself, peering back at the worg from time to time. This all appeared rather new to him as he sighed, rolling his eyes at his shoddy work of a 'ritual' circle.

The orc pried his wolf-mask upon his head and sat it down upon his knee, his eyes closed shut as he began to mutter under his breath, his nose wrinkling as new smells began to phase into being, sights and sounds zooming past at light speed, his brow furrowed as he rubbed his temples but he did not waver.

"Ghrm.. The spirits.. Are restless." He muttered in a half dream like state, shaking his head.

"Show me the way of the pack, let their howls lead the way." The orc winced, his eyes fluttering open, before he sat bolt upright, no longer relaxed. He frowned, shaking his head before rubbing his temples once again.

"I'll never get used to this.. Ghrm, damned pain. At least we have a destination.. But why.." Mozrogg clambered to his feet, stretching out his arms and back as they creaked and cracked before bellowing a deafening roar from deep within his lungs.

"The Warsong are supreme!" He grinned, a primal, animalistic visage etched upon his features, he nodded to himself, and then to his worg as they began their trek through Ashenvale, scarred hand wrapped around the hilt of his axe.

[The orc inhaled deep, the lush rolling hills of Nagrand replaced with the dust of Durotar, he kneeled for but a moment, removing his metal-clad gauntlet and taking a handful of sand, he rolled the grains between his cumbersome fingertips and breathed a sigh of relief, his cracked lips curling into a grin that revealed a set of vicious teeth. Clambering to his feet with a grunt, he then proceeded in brushing off the red that stained his knees.Didn't think I'd be seeing this anytime soon.. He thought to himself, grunting as he plucked a hair from his beard, frowning as it was no longer a thick black, but a wispy pale white.The orc whistled as a worg trotted beside him, feral in visage, the beast rubbed his mangy snout against the scarred and burnt skin of the orcs' hand and it was at this moment that the brute produced a ragged and battered looking wolf mask from his pack, pulling it over his grizzled face with only his ocean blue eye to capture any attention from the otherwise grim features.He scratched the muzzle of his mask as flakes of dried blood drifted to the floor and with a yawn he began trudging the dusty and unkempt roads east, he had heard the rumours but could not believe them before witnessing with his own eyes. His journey had been long and his home no longer belonged to the Horde he once loved. Begrudgingly he began to trudge through the flood-plains, taking in every sight, smell and sound until a shadow had overcome him, peering up he witnessed the zepplin that brought him back returning back on one of it's many routes across the Great sea.His feet were blistered and his boots were wet, he continued trudging along until boot made contact with dry land once again, the Barrens were all that stood beyond now, and from there on north, for if the rumours were true.. But then there was no word to him and yet he expected none. The razor winds kicked up, he pulled his cloak up and above his eyes to protect himself from the flesh-biting winds as he licked his broken fang.]

The orc inhaled deep, the lush rolling hills of Nagrand replaced with the dust of Durotar, he kneeled for but a moment, removing his metal-clad gauntlet and taking a handful of sand, he rolled the grains between his cumbersome fingertips and breathed a sigh of relief, his cracked lips curling into a grin that revealed a set of vicious teeth. Clambering to his feet with a grunt, he then proceeded in brushing off the red that stained his knees.

Didn't think I'd be seeing this anytime soon.. He thought to himself, grunting as he plucked a hair from his beard, frowning as it was no longer a thick black, but a wispy pale white.

The orc whistled as a worg trotted beside him, feral in visage, the beast rubbed his mangy snout against the scarred and burnt skin of the orcs' hand and it was at this moment that the brute produced a ragged and battered looking wolf mask from his pack, pulling it over his grizzled face with only his ocean blue eye to capture any attention from the otherwise grim features.

He scratched the muzzle of his mask as flakes of dried blood drifted to the floor and with a yawn he began trudging the dusty and unkempt roads east, he had heard the rumours but could not believe them before witnessing with his own eyes. His journey had been long and his home no longer belonged to the Horde he once loved. Begrudgingly he began to trudge through the flood-plains, taking in every sight, smell and sound until a shadow had overcome him, peering up he witnessed the zepplin that brought him back returning back on one of it's many routes across the Great sea.

His feet were blistered and his boots were wet, he continued trudging along until boot made contact with dry land once again, the Barrens were all that stood beyond now, and from there on north, for if the rumours were true.. But then there was no word to him and yet he expected none. The razor winds kicked up, he pulled his cloak up and above his eyes to protect himself from the flesh-biting winds as he licked his broken fang.

[The depths below beckoned as the orc descended deep into the bowels of the earth. The hungering flames of Dahak'ra's torch were engulfed by the deep of the spirit mountain and the only sound was the soft pant of her worg companion and the wheezing green skin atop it. Finally the tunnels opened up into a chamber, a chamber that reeked of death but also bore new life as the smallest of shrubbery strived to poke its way through out from under the ancient soil. The orc smiled, for this was good news.She nodded to her worg as the beast set the large brute down within the middle of the chamber, a ritual circle of stone and rune. The green skin grumbled but did not stir.She took a deep breath, in and out, as the oxygen escaped her lips a violent gust of wind howled throughout the cavern. The earth resonated beneath her feet and her once extinguished torch erupted into new life and finally the elements of the outside had begun to batter their way within, the roof of the cavern opened up, the once small hole had grown larger and larger as rain began to cascade down, the she-orc merely smiled.She closed her eyes..."Spirits of the fallen and long forgotten hear my plea. Forces of nature, I cry out to you." She out with ferocity, great power and determination was evident as she continued without respite, the wind and rain were tearing at her body, battered but resolute. She snarled."Spirits of the wild! Let this oncee great wolf be cleansed, expel this evil that lurks within." She was howling by now, in tune with the wind, she continued her chanting before producing a sickly looking stone from one of her pouch."Expel! Let the wolfs' song fill his heart once more, allow him to be reborn upon the altar of the storms!" She bellowed her final chorus and as her last words echoed throughout the room a blinding flash and a crack of lightning penetrated the cavern. Striking the unconscious body within almost in sync with the ritual.A deathly shadow was released, forcing it's way out of the orcs mouth, writhing and screeching and its only destination was the soulstone that Dahak'ra held in her weakening hand."I-it really worked!?" She seemed astonished as she panted, and almost crumbled to the floor herself. "O-only, whats with your hair? And your eye for that matter?" She blinked, clambering to her feet as she gave the orc the once over, the once raven black hair that covered the green skins' head had been replaced by a ghostly white, and his left eye was now an ocean blue, glistening in the light produced by the lightning that still lit up the night sky. She blinked once before shaking her head."Ghrm, it be better than dead or demon infested, regardless let's go before this entire cavern collapses and undoes all yer 'ard work." He snarled, noticing that the rain had began to flood the place, up to his knees in water."There's one more thing, keep this on you and never let it go.." She tossed Mozrogg the soulstone, his eyes lit up as he gave the stone the once over, then grunted in his unassuming manner, before they finally ascended back to the great hills of Nagrand.]

The depths below beckoned as the orc descended deep into the bowels of the earth. The hungering flames of Dahak'ra's torch were engulfed by the deep of the spirit mountain and the only sound was the soft pant of her worg companion and the wheezing green skin atop it. Finally the tunnels opened up into a chamber, a chamber that reeked of death but also bore new life as the smallest of shrubbery strived to poke its way through out from under the ancient soil. The orc smiled, for this was good news.

She nodded to her worg as the beast set the large brute down within the middle of the chamber, a ritual circle of stone and rune. The green skin grumbled but did not stir.

She took a deep breath, in and out, as the oxygen escaped her lips a violent gust of wind howled throughout the cavern. The earth resonated beneath her feet and her once extinguished torch erupted into new life and finally the elements of the outside had begun to batter their way within, the roof of the cavern opened up, the once small hole had grown larger and larger as rain began to cascade down, the she-orc merely smiled.

She closed her eyes...

"Spirits of the fallen and long forgotten hear my plea. Forces of nature, I cry out to you." She out with ferocity, great power and determination was evident as she continued without respite, the wind and rain were tearing at her body, battered but resolute. She snarled.

"Spirits of the wild! Let this oncee great wolf be cleansed, expel this evil that lurks within." She was howling by now, in tune with the wind, she continued her chanting before producing a sickly looking stone from one of her pouch.

"Expel! Let the wolfs' song fill his heart once more, allow him to be reborn upon the altar of the storms!" She bellowed her final chorus and as her last words echoed throughout the room a blinding flash and a crack of lightning penetrated the cavern. Striking the unconscious body within almost in sync with the ritual.

A deathly shadow was released, forcing it's way out of the orcs mouth, writhing and screeching and its only destination was the soulstone that Dahak'ra held in her weakening hand.

"I-it really worked!?" She seemed astonished as she panted, and almost crumbled to the floor herself. "O-only, whats with your hair? And your eye for that matter?" She blinked, clambering to her feet as she gave the orc the once over, the once raven black hair that covered the green skins' head had been replaced by a ghostly white, and his left eye was now an ocean blue, glistening in the light produced by the lightning that still lit up the night sky. She blinked once before shaking her head.

"Ghrm, it be better than dead or demon infested, regardless let's go before this entire cavern collapses and undoes all yer 'ard work." He snarled, noticing that the rain had began to flood the place, up to his knees in water.

"There's one more thing, keep this on you and never let it go.." She tossed Mozrogg the soulstone, his eyes lit up as he gave the stone the once over, then grunted in his unassuming manner, before they finally ascended back to the great hills of Nagrand.

[Green, brown and red.A flash of green, amongst a crowd of brown against a backdrop of blood red.The beast moved quickly for one so large, empowered by demonic strength, he was not much more than an animal now. Finally the vivid smudge of green fell still, crumbling in a heap on the floor.Gorak grunted, wiping his club before spitting blood in the dirt."I-is he dead?" An orc pup yelped, piping up from the back of the crowd."Ghrm, no. Not yet." Gorak snarled, raising his club high above his head, crimson dripping from a deep gash crossing his eye."No!" A she-orc, nimble and agile in stature, crimson hair flowing behind her as she dashed from the crowd, she was all that stood from yet more blood being spilled. Gorak blinked before furrowing his brow, snorting in derision."Leave him be, it's not his fault, you'll have to cut me down first Gorak!" She snarled, a fiery temper emerged from a pup who was barely twenty winters. Gorak roared with an unbridled fury."He is beyond redempted Dahak'ra. His soul belongs to the Legion now, he has spilled our peoples' blood and yet you stand here in defiance, foolish pup you know not what you do. But it is beyond me to strike down our elders favourite pupil." He snarled once again, spitting in the dirt then turning with a sigh, he dropped his club. At his departure the crowd dispersed, abuse and spit was all that awaited the unconscious green skin."I can save you" She muttered to herself. "I can save you.."Before the orc could come around, she had already managed to fasten the green skin to her worg, along with herself they set off, a large peak loomed in the distance, the once tranquil sunshine was overshadowed by an unrelenting storm which appeared almost out of nowhere, rain and lightning alike battered the region, yet this would not deter her.]

Green, brown and red.

A flash of green, amongst a crowd of brown against a backdrop of blood red.

The beast moved quickly for one so large, empowered by demonic strength, he was not much more than an animal now. Finally the vivid smudge of green fell still, crumbling in a heap on the floor.

Gorak grunted, wiping his club before spitting blood in the dirt.

"I-is he dead?" An orc pup yelped, piping up from the back of the crowd.

"Ghrm, no. Not yet." Gorak snarled, raising his club high above his head, crimson dripping from a deep gash crossing his eye.

"No!" A she-orc, nimble and agile in stature, crimson hair flowing behind her as she dashed from the crowd, she was all that stood from yet more blood being spilled. Gorak blinked before furrowing his brow, snorting in derision.

"Leave him be, it's not his fault, you'll have to cut me down first Gorak!" She snarled, a fiery temper emerged from a pup who was barely twenty winters. Gorak roared with an unbridled fury.

"He is beyond redempted Dahak'ra. His soul belongs to the Legion now, he has spilled our peoples' blood and yet you stand here in defiance, foolish pup you know not what you do. But it is beyond me to strike down our elders favourite pupil." He snarled once again, spitting in the dirt then turning with a sigh, he dropped his club. At his departure the crowd dispersed, abuse and spit was all that awaited the unconscious green skin.

"I can save you" She muttered to herself. "I can save you.."

Before the orc could come around, she had already managed to fasten the green skin to her worg, along with herself they set off, a large peak loomed in the distance, the once tranquil sunshine was overshadowed by an unrelenting storm which appeared almost out of nowhere, rain and lightning alike battered the region, yet this would not deter her.

[The moisture in the air was dense as a thick veil of smoke enshrouded all within, the smouldering stones in which the heat emanated from, hot enough to turn Talbuk into leather, and yet this did not phase him, the darkness, the humidity, he had endured far worse. No, the orc rhythmically inhaled deep, taking in a plethora of smells that wafted from the herbs and flora that stewed upon the stones, the stench clung to his nostrils, but it was not unpleasant, soothing if anything. No it did not concern him.. In and out..The smoke carried forth, no escape from the make-shift hut, save for a small hole within the door, a hole that was met by a glistening blue eye, an eye that shone as a precious gem would, it merely peered within."Hows he doing?" An imposing figure spoke, his skin brown and cracked from the suns' heat, as he placed a cumbersome hand upon the shoulder of the small figure lurching over the peep hole."Greatmother be damned! Do not do that again Gorak! Didn't your father ever teach you that it's rude to sneak up on she-orcs!?"Gorak merely laughed at the orcs' response, his lips curling into a fanged grin to reveal a horrid set of yellowed teeth. The she-orc brushed the crimson mane from her shoulders revealing a nimble frame, she gave Gorak the once over before finally frowning and shrugging."And didn't your Father ever teach you that it was rude to spy on one who be in meditation, Dahak'ra?" Dahak'ra rolled her eyes, returning to her post of hunching over and 'spying'."He seems calm enough, but you know him, he could be asleep for all I know, he has his reservations about the ways of the spirits" She sighed, looking down at the floor momentarily and then over her shoulder to see the figure of Gorak waving his hand idly and walking off, as she turned round she was not greeted by a door, simply the abdomen of green and scar. The orc almost leapt out of her hide in fright as she stepped back.The figure before her looked the little one up and down, grumbling to himself before licking his broken fang and with a snort he raised his hand."P-please don't hit me Elder, I meant no offense" Dahak'ra almost squealed as she spat out her words, hands in front of her face as she cowered.However, despite the she-orcs' reaction, there was no anger in the greenskins' face, instead his outstretched hand landed upon the girls' head with a thud, ruffling her hair as he grinned.She frowned, much like a petulant daughter would before those same frowning lips curled into a mischievous grin."Ghrm, no need t'threat orc. I be feelin' better t'ese past few weeks, it still be a struggle but we all 'ave our inner demons eh? T'ey just be a means fer remindin' us not t'fuck up again" He spoke hoarsely, with the undertone of a wolf-like snarl, his words were slow and hard to understand as the gnarled tusk dug into his upper lip. The orc was clearly drained, his bloodshot eyes momentarily flickering from open to closed."Hrm, you speak sense.. For a rock headed brute." She snickered, before wriggling free of the larger ones' grasp. "But I'm glad that you're feeling better, really I'm quite surprised, I mean you were a mess when you were left here, but I guess yours, and our hard work really has paid off." She shrugged once again, it was becoming a habit... Pups. She frowned as her eyes met the oxblood red of the greenskin."I guess that means you'll be moving on then huh?" Dahak'ra almost seemed sad, her question perhaps a hopeful gesture that he would say, her features etched with a somewhat sadness, before the brute raised his eyebrow and grunted, at this she puffed out her chest, crossed her arms and straightened her back, replacing the sadness with a stern expression.The larger orc grumbled, arching his back before a series of clicks and cracks could be hard, he groaned with relief."Aye, t'at be me done, I 'ave spent enough time 'ere, I be laying dormant fer far t'long now an' it be time t'at I get back t'w'ere I belong. M't'anks go out t'yer kin, but most importantly yerself, fer wit'out yer aid I would 'ave surely been lost." He grimaces slightly, before taking a deep breath, cracking his knuckles and arching his neck."Hrm, well don't let the dark portal hit ya' on the way out you big ogre-headed brute!" She laughed to herself, but the orc was already out of earshot, she frowned as the green that once stood before her was simply just another silhouette upon the horizon.The orc sighed, he clutched a emblem that was strung around his neck, a wolf-head figurine before snarling to himself, he let forth a sharp whistle as a ragged grey worg emerged from the undergrowth, his lips then curled into a wolfish grin and he clambered atop. One journey ends, another begins...]

The moisture in the air was dense as a thick veil of smoke enshrouded all within, the smouldering stones in which the heat emanated from, hot enough to turn Talbuk into leather, and yet this did not phase him, the darkness, the humidity, he had endured far worse. No, the orc rhythmically inhaled deep, taking in a plethora of smells that wafted from the herbs and flora that stewed upon the stones, the stench clung to his nostrils, but it was not unpleasant, soothing if anything. No it did not concern him.. In and out..

The smoke carried forth, no escape from the make-shift hut, save for a small hole within the door, a hole that was met by a glistening blue eye, an eye that shone as a precious gem would, it merely peered within.

"Hows he doing?" An imposing figure spoke, his skin brown and cracked from the suns' heat, as he placed a cumbersome hand upon the shoulder of the small figure lurching over the peep hole.

"Greatmother be damned! Do not do that again Gorak! Didn't your father ever teach you that it's rude to sneak up on she-orcs!?"

Gorak merely laughed at the orcs' response, his lips curling into a fanged grin to reveal a horrid set of yellowed teeth. The she-orc brushed the crimson mane from her shoulders revealing a nimble frame, she gave Gorak the once over before finally frowning and shrugging.

"And didn't your Father ever teach you that it was rude to spy on one who be in meditation, Dahak'ra?"

Dahak'ra rolled her eyes, returning to her post of hunching over and 'spying'.

"He seems calm enough, but you know him, he could be asleep for all I know, he has his reservations about the ways of the spirits" She sighed, looking down at the floor momentarily and then over her shoulder to see the figure of Gorak waving his hand idly and walking off, as she turned round she was not greeted by a door, simply the abdomen of green and scar. The orc almost leapt out of her hide in fright as she stepped back.

The figure before her looked the little one up and down, grumbling to himself before licking his broken fang and with a snort he raised his hand.

"P-please don't hit me Elder, I meant no offense" Dahak'ra almost squealed as she spat out her words, hands in front of her face as she cowered.

However, despite the she-orcs' reaction, there was no anger in the greenskins' face, instead his outstretched hand landed upon the girls' head with a thud, ruffling her hair as he grinned.

She frowned, much like a petulant daughter would before those same frowning lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Ghrm, no need t'threat orc. I be feelin' better t'ese past few weeks, it still be a struggle but we all 'ave our inner demons eh? T'ey just be a means fer remindin' us not t'fuck up again" He spoke hoarsely, with the undertone of a wolf-like snarl, his words were slow and hard to understand as the gnarled tusk dug into his upper lip. The orc was clearly drained, his bloodshot eyes momentarily flickering from open to closed.

"Hrm, you speak sense.. For a rock headed brute." She snickered, before wriggling free of the larger ones' grasp. "But I'm glad that you're feeling better, really I'm quite surprised, I mean you were a mess when you were left here, but I guess yours, and our hard work really has paid off." She shrugged once again, it was becoming a habit... Pups. She frowned as her eyes met the oxblood red of the greenskin.

"I guess that means you'll be moving on then huh?" Dahak'ra almost seemed sad, her question perhaps a hopeful gesture that he would say, her features etched with a somewhat sadness, before the brute raised his eyebrow and grunted, at this she puffed out her chest, crossed her arms and straightened her back, replacing the sadness with a stern expression.

The larger orc grumbled, arching his back before a series of clicks and cracks could be hard, he groaned with relief.

"Aye, t'at be me done, I 'ave spent enough time 'ere, I be laying dormant fer far t'long now an' it be time t'at I get back t'w'ere I belong. M't'anks go out t'yer kin, but most importantly yerself, fer wit'out yer aid I would 'ave surely been lost." He grimaces slightly, before taking a deep breath, cracking his knuckles and arching his neck.

"Hrm, well don't let the dark portal hit ya' on the way out you big ogre-headed brute!" She laughed to herself, but the orc was already out of earshot, she frowned as the green that once stood before her was simply just another silhouette upon the horizon.

The orc sighed, he clutched a emblem that was strung around his neck, a wolf-head figurine before snarling to himself, he let forth a sharp whistle as a ragged grey worg emerged from the undergrowth, his lips then curled into a wolfish grin and he clambered atop. One journey ends, another begins...

[Aka'magosh you old bastard, I hope this letter finds you in good stead.Things have changed, I be questioning me own ideas of honour, I be in need of your blades once again, for there be snakes behind every rock and shadow, I have no doubt that your eyes and ears have been kept busy of late, but I shall hear of what you have learnt in due time. I look forward to hearing from you soon at least, it has been too long.Lok'tar Ogar, may our blood be reunited once again!Doomhowl]

((Currently loving all these little plot twists and the like at the moment, which has inspired me to kick off one of my own based around tonight's events!))

The orc sat, merely staring into his brew, what problems were ever solved at the bottom of a mug. Wiping his beard clean of froth, the orc went back to staring at the half-empty tankard, a vacant expression etched over his features. With a grunt and a roll of the shoulders he reached for a tattered piece of parchment and a lump of charcoal, the cogs whirring around in his head as he processed what to write regarding the event's but a few hours before.

"T'fel be I supposed t'write, w'ere do I even begin.. Ghrm, snakes an' decievers t'lot o'em, p'raps it be time t'solidify me own position.. Aye." he thought to himself, taking another swig from his mug, frowning as the last of the contents trickled down his throat.

His hand began to work, unable to put into words what was hurtling through his mind at break-neck speed however.

Aka'magosh you old bastard, I hope this letter finds you in good stead.

Things have changed, I be questioning me own ideas of honour, I be in need of your blades once again, for there be snakes behind every rock and shadow, I have no doubt that your eyes and ears have been kept busy of late, but I shall hear of what you have learnt in due time. I look forward to hearing from you soon at least, it has been too long.

Lok'tar Ogar, may our blood be reunited once again!

Doomhowl

The letter was hastily scrawled, legible yes but nothing elaborate. Now the waiting began.

The orc set the charcoal aside, stuffed the parchment into his ragged pack and rolled his shoulder as he once again cast his gaze into the empty tankard, exhaling deeply.

You may hear some stories about me in the coming days, nasty spiteful stories. Stories that bullies would get a kick out. DON'T LISTEN TO THE LIARS! *scowls vash'*

Now that i've got your attention, ahem i was wonderin' if anyone here happened to have Warcraft 3 Reign of Chaos and or The Frozen Throne and would be up for a few games now and then, would be nice to get a small community on there, not extensive playing but the odd game or so!

The sun set over Ratchet, shadows of the bustling merchant town flooding the ground in overcast.

"Vile orc! Your kind is like a stain upon this land! Kul'Tiras will rise, and once again you and your filthy kind will be caged like the animals you are! Or better death!" One marine spouted, as the others around him laughed mockingly at the lone green skin perched in the corner.

Ignore it, calm yourself he thought to himself. Some conflicts must be faught, others can be simply avoided, again and again he repeated this to himself. The orc gathered his belongings and left swiftly before attracting any further attention to himself.. Even in his own lands he couldn't find a quiet place for a drink.

"Yeah, run like the filthy animal you are!" A tendril of spit flying from the human's mouth as he spoke, landing upon the orcs brow. This just would not do..

In a roar of fury the usually calm orc was unshackled. Flying across the room was a chair, hitting the mocking human square in the chest, knocking him off his feet and unconscious. The other humans sprung into action.

The brawl now spiraling outside of the tavern. A lone orc against four drunkards, the outcome almost certain but the green skinned brute wouldn't go down without a fight. And there it was, the blow that would end the conflict all but too swiftly, the back of the head and then... Darkness.

The next day...

Mosquito's buzzed around the bog, the muggy climate all but unbearable. Finally the orc came to, hands bound in chain, stripped of his armour, pride severely dented and the bustling of voices from outside..

Howdy ya'll, does anyone know where i can buy command and conquer tiberian sun? Looked on origin and looked on steam, not there

For anyone that doesn't want any spoilers do not watch, or read past this point!!!!


Anyway, holy hell some of the sets on here looking absolutely amazing, Shaman and Rogue for starters and the Hunter PvP set, i'm lookin' at you Koz, i can see you using this very you! Watch for the visually stunning sets blizzard have made. take a bow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKGDxygAdJY&feature=related

Hellooo, anyway as i'm sure most of you are aware that the Tournament of the Blade is to be hosted on a thursday next week, i was wondering how people would feel about it either being on sunday before we depart from Northrend. I can't attend if it's during the week damned work