A note pinned onto several notice boards within Orgrimmar..
"Lok'tar ogar! Victory or death - it is these words that bind me to the Horde.
For they are the most sacred and fundamental of truths to any warrior of the Horde.
I give my flesh and blood freely to the Warchief. I am the instrument of my Warchief's desire.
I am a weapon of my Warchief's command.
From this moment until the end of days I live and die - For the Horde!"
These are words upon which entry into the Horde is granted. As such they lay the foundation for our ideals, and the structure upon which our society rests. It falls upon the orcs to make sure that these words are not forgotten, and that their meaning remains clear.
But orcs have been divided, made different by the flow of time and the experiences brought along with it. Walking amongst us are the veterans, who remember a time before the corruption, when our old Homelands were green and our blood untainted. Also with us are the camp bred orcs, that were born into a life of misery, devoid of meaning or purpose. War ties us all together. Through its bitter defeats and sweet victories we have been forged into the race we are today. Our resolve is undeniable, and our strength immense. Dwell not on our differences, but take heart in that we are all one. From the bowels of Orgrimmar and out into the vastness of the wilds; we are all orcs.
Fear is and has always been a useless ally. It will not protect you; awareness and preparation will. Do not waste time or strength upon matters that lie beneath you, but continue to strive for that which make a difference for our race as a whole. Do not claim to be an orc of honour if you do not actively pursue it. Honour does not come cheaply, served amongst strangers in taverns at night. It is earned through effort, through blood and hardship. Honour becomes yours when you fight for it, each and every day. Once earned it will not stay at your side like a dog, so let tomorrow's actions ring just as true as those from last night. Never let others forget that you are an orc, and as such you will not succumb to weakness.
Our lives are often ruthless, as the Horde demands of us. But let those lives be spent as a blade for our people. We should kill our enemies without hesitation, never lock them up within dungeons for amusement. This is below us, and most certainly a waste of precious time. Let our allies know when they deserve our respect, and let them equally know when they do not. Wonder not what power dwells in the shadows, for we have stared into its abyss and cast it aside once and for all. Do not let the axe of Grommash Hellscream to have struck without reason. The spirits and ancestors honoured us with their actions in the past, but now we must honour them in turn with our blood, our sweat and our determination. Do not look for signs written in the sky, or the sands we walk upon, but take action into your hands and join with your brothers and sisters to create a better future for all.
Do not forget who we are. Uphold the honour of the orcs.
- These are the thoughts of Shazula, new blood of the Red blade tribe as recorded by Urthak, shaman of the Warsong Clan
((I've read this a couple of times now, and it's really well written. On the base of it, it's an ideological manifesto; a call to arms to defend traditional orcish principles. But beneath is some great imagery: my favourite lines included 'From the bowels of Orgrimmar and out into the vastness of the wilds; we are all orcs.' and 'Do not look for signs written in the sky, or the sands we walk upon'.
Shazula might be accused of being a little dry, but you can't accuse her of being a poor writer!))
(( two words: So awsome. ))