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Is any body else having bad Lag issues in game at the moment.
Has got so bad for me today (Sunday) I have come out the game.
Response time to any thing is just to much.

Once again I must apologise for my OOC words during a event on the 18/1/2010
with the tribe I should not of done it, but I saw red at some idiots spoiling what was a good event.
My Bad. 

Have given myself a good slapping as only Claws can and banned myself from the biscuit tin for a whole night.

Happy Christmas too all you Orc and Orcetts out there.
Hope the new year brings too you all what you wish for.

Claws took out her tatted journal as her head hit the bundle of old leather armour used as a pillow.
She opened the pages, old and fading running her fingers over the words on the parchment.

Written on the first few pages in her blood now a deep dark brown colour faded over time.
Her Personal oath of honour, which she has stayed true to all her fighting life.
Her oath to the tribe.
Her code of battle.
Her own lament.
Those within the ranks of the tribe that have proven their abilities in battle and stood shoulder to shoulder with me in battle will carry my unquestioning respect from the afterlife; the rest will have to earn it.

An old sock fell out from the pages which brought a smile to her face
“Oz when did you sneak that in here”?
She held the sock for a while she noticing the smell had final gone and placed it back into the journal.
“Where were they all now Oz, Varg, Reh, Akesha, Yorla, Ghook, Kaz, had you all finally made your way to the afterlife?”
“I will not be much longer here dear friends”.
A solitaire tear ran down her cheek, something that had not happened for many years.

She could count on her two scared hands now the Orc she counted as her friends, ones she had gone into battle with and bleed with and still walked the Great Plains.
From the hundreds listed in the tribal journals there were only a few still alive.
“Perhaps I’m the last of the original tribe, Bah ya getting soft old girl in ya age”, a smile returned to her face.

She read on turning page after page, stories of valour, stories of conflict within the tribe as well as outside the tribe, the visions of Akesha, her own visions.
Report after report, names of the fallen, some names she no long recognized.
Reports that brought a fit of laughter, a crude picture of Koz being dragged along the ground by a Ram.
“Oh Yes the Ram saga” she let out the laugh, he had tried to race a ram many moons ago at some festival, his look of pure rage as he hit the poor ram for dumping him on the ground, she remembered his sulking for days after and him telling her not to say a word to any other Orc,
“Bah not natural for any Orc ta ride a Dolf beast anyways” was his last words on the matter as he strolled of to sulk some were alone.

She read on and came to some pages which had stuck together.
Carefully separating the pages she started to read what had all most faded to nothing.


Brothers and Sisters.

Who are we?
I ask you again
Who are we?

We are the Red Blades of The Horde.
Not a bunch of rabble at each others throat.
I say again
We are the Red Blades of The Horde.

We take our name’s from some of the greatest fighters ever known within the realms, some of us even carry the same weapons past down from generations of battle hardened Orc.
We are the ultimate fighters of the Horde.
We use any weapon that comes to hand or mind.
We are pure tuned fighting machines.
We are muscle and stamina with the will to live and beat your enemy into total submission.
We will put our lives down for the protection of others within our tribe.

Not needlessly throwing our lives away but with calculating minds knowing that one sacrifice can turn the tide of battle, or save the lives of many.
We follow the orders of our captains and leaders with total devotion, waiting for the time to carry out the job we were breed for to strike hard and fast.

We have no time for the ceremony of battle let them that can throw up there great walls of totems do that, let them that can draw down the curses of the abyss do that.

We let the enemy see there own deaths coming for them head on, by bow, blade or unarmed flesh it does not matter only victory matters.
We live for war and the blood lust that infuses us.
We are the Horde death reincarnate.

Loyalty to Lord Thrall and to the tribe will never be tolerated or be an issue.

She remembered starting to writing this speech many seasons past at a time when moral within the tribe was low
She had never finished it due to upheaval with in the tribe a time when Koz and her self had walked away from the tribe for a short time to reflect on the ensuing chaos.

It was during the time of Ayesha’s self imposed absence from the tribe Koz was left to control the tribe.
Wide riffs threatening to tear the tribe apart started to appear.
A plan was drawn up between the officers of the tribe,
“There was only Koz and myself no others would stand up and be counted”, they were hard days.
How times had changed.

It was thought that the tribe could form into factions let the Orc decide on what faction the he or she wished to be part of.
It was a good plan a good idea.
But chaos grew out of this idea.
Faction started fighting faction personal battles ensued; Koz came down with a firm hand and quashed the chaos and a few heads.

This was all old history now but none the less history that may be one day should be placed in the records of the great halls.

She had written this speech to try to rally the tribe back together.
Perhaps now would be a good time to read the speech.
To bring the tribe back together to go out once again as a tribe and claim what is rightfully ours.
Not as individuals but as the
                                       
                                           Red Blades



Claws started to drift off to sleep as thoughts raced through her mind.

Battle that is all she had known.
She was tired of the battle, the blood, and the deaths of many old friends.
She had learned to keep apart from the tribe not to get to close to any within the tribe in the fear of losing them and once again being left alone.
Yes she had been ridiculed for this but what are a few words thrown at her for sitting off from the tribe   â€œWater of a ducks back” as the humans would say.
It was her way.

Its about time some of you new blood stepped up ta take your place with the orcs of the tribe and be recognised as one of the tribe and not a New Blood.
Come take your oath to the Horde.
Fight with honour and glory.
Cross Roads, sun set.


((Friday 8.00 server time)).
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CANCELLED

Sorry Orc's got my dates mixed up my bad 

Ok ya had bit of training Boss style.
Now come and get some Claws style.
If ya think ya can stand up to the discipline.
Want no peons who just stand and look dumb, ya know who ya are with out me saying.
This be part of ya road ta being real Orc.
Meet at the ring at 9 bells just before it gets dark so if ya scared of the dark ya better stay away.
If ya not know were da ring is then ya need ya ead banged.


((Just bit of fun more the better))

Oh deep joy finally get some time to play and server log in down.
Oh deep joy.

Put a new hard drive in comp today and guess what I did.

FORMATED THE WRONG BLOODY DRIVE 

Yep you guessed it formatted the one  with WOW on it lost the lot.
all my UI that I have been working on for last few weeks all my files, my pictures
my notes my storys everything to do with WOW.
THE LOT.

So now the big load up again but can't find my key number.
(Was there one cannot remember that long ago now)

Is it just me or is this site slow to connect too at the moment.

So the old man is back.
And as Grumpy as ever.
Welcome back Grummpy.   

Check out this site to see what you doing wrong with your Gear.

http://be.imba.hu/

[YES STOLE]

To whomever it concerns.
So you hack a members account and our bank well done hope you real proud of yourself.
You are no better than the muck on the bottom of my shoe.
Still it proves what a total noob you are in some of the items you stole from us.
YES STOLE you are nothing more than a thief your parents must be real proud of you.
Just hope that Blizzard do track you IP address as they say they can.
Or better still just send it all back.

Oy you lot ya seem ta be getting behind with ya training for ya next step in becoming a true Blade.
So if ya want training ask for it.
I not going ta keep telling you lot.
Send me a report in the post some gnome will find me.
So if ya want training by the best get ya reports in.
Or for ever be a Peon.

Just a question to the powers that be.

In the events calendar on this form can you change the color of the present day
bit wishy washy and can not easy make it out.
Or is it time to go see the optician again or may be take me sun glasses off. 

Nice and simple one this.

Rate the Orc above, as it says rate the orc who posted above you.

And as I am the one to start it you can not rate me because i am perfect.    

Keep it nice boys and girls. 

Bout time ya lazy bunch of Orcs got rid of all that fat ya put on over the festive season.
And I will not except “it is extra coverage for ya bones while up north in da snow”.
So get ya best sport gear on with dem new running boots ya got from that old Orc given out gifts by that big old tree and sprint ya way over to Hammerfall.
Ya can bring all ya soft and cuddly pets if ya need ta be comforted ya big pansy pushers.
No flying I am watching ya.
Be there by 8 bangs on the drum.
If ya not meet the grade of a battle ready Orc ya being running all the way back home to Orgrimmar.
This includes The Chieftain enough of his excuses of had an extra bone in his leg so can’t run, or he got new boots that not fitt, sure Morgeth would agree with this.

Bohica.

Kei heard the noise again a high pitched crying sound, not the cry from a child but from some thing she could not put a name too.
She quickly crouched down, her sense becoming acute due to her years of training.
Kei pin point the sound it was coming from the back of the stables.
Unsheathing her blades she crept into the stables unaware what she might find there.

Staying to the shadows, she moved in on the sounds that had now changed to a pitiful sob.
She moved to the last animal stall and pushed the gate open staying low to the ground.

She sensed before she saw movement at the rear of the stall and drove her body to the ground coming up from a forward roll into a crouch her blades dripping with anaesthetic poison.
What she saw astounded her.
Bearing out of the darkness like piercing blue holes in a night sky she saw what she took as two eyes.
Eyes the like of witch she had never seen before, deep and bottomless the colour of blue, white lighting with no pupil.

“I see you Orc,” said a reverberating voice, “Leave me to my solitude”.

Kei slowly raised her self-up on to her feet ready for any attack that might come.
“Who, what are you, why are you here speak quickly!” Kei voice was commanding.
“Just finish me Orc I will not put up any fight, end it now for me you would be doing me a great services”.
Kei slowly placed one of her blades back in its sheath and opened a small pouch on her belt, removing a fine dust which she throw on to the damp dirt covered floor.
The was a small puff of smoke then a flash that lit up the small stable and then settled into a glow that bathed the area in yellow light.
Sitting huddled in the corner was a figure that had the features of a she Orc, but instead of the normal green skin, she was blue to white in colour.
She was dressed in impressive blue-black plate armour that was immaculate in its condition as if it had just come new from an armoury, beside her was a large formidable blade that also had the same blue colour as her eyes.
“Why should I take your life in away befitting a wounded companion?” Kei asked.
“If I attack you would that make it easier for you orc?”
Kei slowly moved her feet to better balance herself, “You could try”.
There came a sounded as if it came from the abyss itself a deep laugh.
“Such courage from one so young in years compared to my own”.
The figure slowly got up of the ground and held out both hands to show she was not armed with any blade.
“Forgive me my name is Bohica or at least I think it is” she thumbed her chest in a formal salute to Kei, “What may I call you Orc?”
“Claws for now will do”
Again, there was a deep laugh “Claws yes very fitting”.
“Come sit with me Claws I mean no harm to you or your kin in fact I have the blessing of Thrall himself if that means anything to you”, the tall figure sat her self back down sheathing her blade.
“That I find hard to believe but these are strange times”.
Kei sat down away from Bohica never taking her eyes of her and placed her blade in her lap.

“So what is your story how did you come to this place and why” asked Kei.
“My story” Bohica’s head dropped staring at the dirt on the floor, “If I knew it I would tell you believe me Claws, I can tell you what I remember that is all I can offer”.
“Then that is a start” replied Kei.


((More to follow may be))

Ok you Oathbounds time ta get of ya green behinds.
Far too many of ya just hiding in the background.
Time ta get ya self’s noticed within the tribe.
Too long ya been Oathbounds.
The tribe needs ya to take on the mantle of true Orcs.
Get ya green ends to Hammerfall at 9 drum beats when the sun is going down prove ya not scared of the dark.
You will be given 3 not 1 or even 2 but 3 challenges.
Or  forever be known as PEONS of the true Orcs.

((This Friday 9 o’clock server time Hammerfall fun and games for re-ranking if you interested))

What is the general view on doing some of the smaller 5 man instances runs as tribe only events.
In past years this was the back bone of the tribe and caused a lot of fun events and laughs.
It is also a way to form bounds within the tribe.

((I'm more then willing to get some together BUT only as fun runs nothing SERIOUS.
If you want serious runs with out the fun element then not for me sorry)).

[Sorry people but I have cancel this due to illness.Do not think I will be around for few days (Flu).]

Sorry people but I have cancel this due to illness.
Do not think I will be around for few days (Flu).


Even though my 5 year old says he will do it for me (Bless).
Trouble is he might do it better.



Ok you Peons, New Bloods and Oathbounds time ta get of ya green behinds.
Far too many of ya just hiding in the background.
Time ta get ya self’s noticed within the tribe.
Too long ya been New Bloods or Oathbounds.
The tribe needs ya to take on the next mantle of true Orcs.
Get ya green ends to Hammerfall at 9 drum beats when the sun is going down prove ya not scared of the dark.
Or forever be known as PEONS.

((This Friday 9 o’clock server time Hammerfall fun and games for re-ranking if you interested))