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Aaaah...!
This was so confusing. There is no "Frostblood" in this event...Gnash is not from the guild "Frostblood". He had meant to make another guild, named "Frostblood Offensive" but apparently did not do so (yet?). There was a huge ugly thread on the official forums where the proposed name "Frostblood Offensive" was heavily criticised, because everybody will abbreviate "Frostblood Offensive" to "Frostblood", thus affecting the image of the Frostbloods...
Well, I did. I abbreviated the "Frostblood" offensive to Frostblood myself too (though I knew the thread!). Apparently the critique was true: is WAS confusing. Actually everybody of us online on redorc, as well as guild message, talked about the "Frostblood event" like the "Earthbound event", not Gnash and not random RP. But this was not a Frostblood event...

(( I cannot come
Family event on Sunday, there's no choice. ))

Hey there, please count me in with Lystherin for BG premades, especially with AVs. I'd like to bring her in arena too I think, but I'm afraid she still wears some level 61 greens *cough*.
Nice idea anyway!

["Your tribe should have the history they remember."]

"This time it will work."
The ash of the herbs previously burned in countless attempts to call the spirits was dissipating. They had all failed. The spirits just wouldn't listen. Maybe she was too untrained. True... Well, there was no such attempt now. Now she used powerful arcane spells, learned from a secret sin’dorei school of magic, to open a portal to another time and space.
"It's here."
A deep fog was gathering around, and a portal became visible. Morsha entered with no hesitation, and came to a clearing. A few orcs near a fire. No one seemed to smell her at all. One of them was looking out in the distance, and then he started to sing, an old sad song she had never heard before.
"One of the old songs!"
She stayed still, listening. The last sounds went away and a deep silence took their place, each was lost in thoughts of their own. Later in the night most went silently to their tents, only the one who sang remained near the dying fire. Morsha saw him take a scroll and writing. She approached carefully, though she felt just as foggy as the thick air around, and bent over his shoulder. He was writing a story, and the song! She took a scroll and copied it quickly, fearing it may disappear.
Her fear was not unwarranted, for soon thereafter, the fog became more dense, and she felt like going down. She closed her eyes, dizzy. When she opened them again, she was to the place when she had started the invocation.
"That was all, can't be, just one?...aw broke my vow for just one story, kaeldamn it! I mean…aw, nevermind! But it's a good one, it was worth it..."
She was just too tired to think about the broken vow, about the arcane magic she used again, and should not have done it. But she wanted the stories too bad.
She let herself sit down, slowly. She opened the scroll and straightened it with her palm, then completed the recovered story with its title: Songs and tales on the path of an Orc.

---

...She felt him watching, rather than hear him or anything else. Looked up and saw him, the grey wolf, with his big grey eyes watching her. Big, understanding eyes and yet so sad... Those eyes made her feel guilty before he said a word.
"I called you! You wouldn't listen, what would you have me do? My tribe needs their history! They need the bonding their old stories can give them, if they are to survive these times, you have to understand, you do, don't you?"
The wolf's eyes seemed even more sad.
"You are the Spirit of Time, aren’t you? My quest finally brought you here"
The wolf shook his head.
"Your tribe should have the history they remember."
"Err, no…not necessarily, things happened, The Wolf-Lorekeeper is not around anymore, scrolls were lost, it’s not so simple, I need to bring them back somehow"
"Your tribe deserve the history they remember." The wolf said it so clear that it sounded harsh, and it made her uneasy. "Did you ask them, about their history? Did you ask for their stories? You are in a tribe now, you cannot go on doing alone, the way you want, things that concern the others."
"Err, I, no, I did not ask them."
The wolf was looking at her with same soft grey eyes full of sadness, and he did not say anything but she wanted to explain:
"I, I just wanted to understand a few things before asking them…one knows a tribe by its history" her words sounded empty. Then she looked at him with sudden understanding.
"Yours is not the Aspect of Time, it is Memory. So my quest for the history of the tribe is not about time…?"
The wolf nodded.
"Your tribe needs to remember themselves, they should not be forced into anything. If it still belongs to them, they will remember. If they don’t, then they changed, and should follow their other path. There is nothing wrong with that."

---

It was late in the night and the wolf was not there anymore.
She took the scroll and rolled it carefully. Among her scrolls, including those the future will bring, there will only be one of this kind, a scroll scavenged from the remains of time itself. The rest will be different, there will be stories from those who remember. If they will remember…
The fire was dying but she did not care anymore. She stood up and walked slowly to the tent. A calm though sad voice she had never heard before that night was singing in her head

    "Imagine to wander the great forests here
     by the great oaks and the beautiful pines
     the dancing shadows of the sunsets fiery mane
     those forests are me, so dear... "

* writes a quick note voting for before *

* sends it *

(Can be any. Though if there are no other reasons, I'd say before is better because methinks the war event may end at different times in different ways for some people. Like, some may like to continue pvp-ing while others don't. It sounds to me less likely to gather them.
I may be wrong though. * shrug *)

* cheers at Grockh *
Morsha will try to be there, Saturday is better for me too. But I was wondering, doesn't that interfere with the anniversary war? It seems the first event of the war is planned for Saturday and it is the second that is planned for Sunday. (Anniversary War)

Hello all,
me thinks Morsha will have to finally go in the vision quest she was sent to, and may not come to spend time with you orcs for a while. Like, two weeks.
Have fun in there, and not only!

PS: The laptop had so much blank space that me said "what useless junk can I throw in here" and I put wow there. But of course that was only for storage purposes, no will to enter the game is implied anywhere, nor will be.
( that came out believable, didn't it?  )

Cheers,
Morsha

Wonderful story and great design!

Good thing you reposted them, for the benefit of the fair number of new orcs around here and probably not only
Me wants more!

You're starting to make me wonder where you're getting all this from, hehe.

Long answer:
Aw, these orcs and their "patience"... I was about to explain in a story, but I did not manage to finish it yet.

Ex member perhaps?

No.

Or you're just stalking every poor soul out here?

Not yet.


... I still owe the short answer? * sighs *
Ok, ok, short answer:
http://web.archive.org/web/20070314050324/www.rbo.ft6.com/forum/index.php?topic=33.msg156;topicseen

This "wayback machine" engine did save a few things.
But before you ask: there are NO other stories saved there, and only a couple of wiki pages and several topics. What it happened to stumble upon at the time(s). (though it might try now, well, because I bothered it)
As I said, twisting nether, at least as in you cannot count on it as it stands.
Sorry...

Just recovered from the twisting nether:

Songs and tales on the path of an Orc, a story of Loial's (from March 2007 it seems!).

Enjoy!

(( Great one! This was soooo funny, all hail Claws! Can we have it on the wiki please ? Pretty please? ))

((   
wonderful stories Gorek!
words fail me in any attempt to comment on them, what can one comment on true talent anyway
* wonders if you considered writing the next fantasy bestseller *))

[The Day Before The Harddisk Died]

Morsha's on fire. o; Go Morsha!

Ye... When you see the computer taking a minute to show "my computer", and a certain partition has three recycle bins... you know you are living The Day Before The Harddisk Died. Although a happy day, because you noticed it! this is still one of the most boring days ever. It is a day when you suddenly realize you postponed most backups for half an year (not again!), a day when you swear every 5 minutes that from now on you will do so weekly, of-course-weekly-indeed, and try whatever you can now, not all can be saved. Keep watching them taking forever...
What can one do better in such a day than a little wiki editing, though still not knowledgeable about them orcs of the tribe and their stories? * blinks with angel eyes *

* hopes the tribe does not have her boss as a member though *

For the blood of the tribe!

Thank you both Highfist and Mhokdor for organising this event, it was interesting! *fumbles through tons of papers *. Hum, what did I learn? A more active and optimistic attitude would be welcome, after all summer pudding what means one breaking a rule, not worth to let it spoil our mood.
* fumbles more and more desperately through papers * the rest has said I guess or it is too early in the morning for me to focus.
Anyway, with a little more control over rulebreakers and a little less whining on our side the next event will be great!

PS: And I did not say summer pudding, I said summer pudding!
* melting on the chair laughing * the leetspeak filter wooorks in posts on forum too!

One of these days, in Orgrimmar:
Morsha: Lok'tar!
Searn Firewarder: Fire be witcha, mon. I see you be strong in da ways of earth already, an' me tinkin' you be ready to talk to Kranal. He be strong in da ways of da elements and can teach ya da ways of fire... if you tink you be ready.
Morsha: yes, I believe I am, and I will try to prove I can control fire.

* Morsha goes to Fiss, in the Barrens*
Kranal Fiss: Well then, I see it in your eyes already, the burning, the desire. You've tasted power, and now you think you're ready for more of it.
Morsha: Yes, I think I am ready. I am willing to try and harness the power of fire.
Fiss: You are powerful enough to wield the totem of fire, but that does not mean you are ready.
Morsha: What do I have to do to prepare then?
Fiss: Along the Southfury River in Durotar, before the Great Sea, lies a hidden trail to one of the highest peaks in the land.
Find your way to the top and you shall find one of our holy shrines watched over by Telf Joolam Morsha: the Shrine of the Dormant Flame.
Take this torch to him Morsha: it marks that you attempt to tame fire.
Morsha: Yes, I will.
[thinking] I have to attempt to tame fire. That is, like you tame a beast, make it bend to your will. Nothing more esoteric than that? Almost not interesting... Well, I will try.

* finds Telf Joolam in his hidden plateau in Durotar and steps right in front of him, saluting *
Joolam: I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Many adventurers find their way here while looking for lost treasure or the promise of mystical creatures to slay, only to be turned away from a seemingly empty shrine. But we know the truth, do we not, Morsha? This shrine holds a greater secret from the mundane members of the Horde. To us, it is sacred.
Morsha: yes... It was my understanding that it is the place where I can test my ability to control fire.
Joolam: [low] Hm, proud words. Almost dangerously so... [loud] You came for the Eternal Flame and fire totem.
Morsha: Yes.
Joolam: Good. The first step is to create a sapta and bind you to the flame. I can create the fire sapta for you. I have enough ingredients for a sapta of fire if you can find a reagent pouch and some fire tar.

* he explains how to get them, from the Burning Blade warlocks, and asks her to do that and bring them back, and so she does. *

Joolam: They had them, didn't they? The Burning Blade fanatics carry the proper components for most of their spells in those pouches, and usually have enough of the items I need that we will not have to search much farther for anything else.
Morsha: Yes, they did. They were using them for their fire spells as well.
Joolam: Of course they did, the saptas are always made from ingredients that are closely tied to their respective elements. It makes our work easier because of the warlocks' ties to fire.
Morsha: I suppose the stoopid warlocks did not control themselves while doing so, I saw them, they seemed so lost, their death must have been a blessing to them. Main difference, that, control it or it will control you, as always...
Joolam looks curiously at her, but continues: The fire sapta is finished. The time has come for you to face the flame. Use the sapta at the shrine and head to the top of the mountain to face the manifestation there. He will not attack until you are ready, but he will realize you are able to see him. Strike him down swiftly, Morsha, for he shall only grow in power the longer you take to slay him.
Morsha: Yes, I will defeat him. I will defeat the manifestation of fire... and by that, control the power of fire.
Joolam: Control the elements? * laughs with some difficulty *
'Tis second time I hear a proud assertion of this kind from you, but you probably do not master orcish completely, your language is more strange than others'...Go.

Morsha looks him curiously, but goes. She uses the sapta at the shrine, and suddenly all around her she sees fire elementals, smaller or bigger, and a minor manifestation of fire. She charges with terrible desire to prove her worth.
And defeats the minor manifestation fairly easily.
Then places the ember in the brazier on top of the mountain.
A white hot flame ignites within the bowl.
She can feel the magical effects of the sapta coursing through her body and the fire dances rhythmically before her.
Torch firmly in hand, she turns away from the brazier and looks out over Durotar.
She feels an excitement tugging at her spirit as the wind picks up and forces the flame to dance violently.

Joolam: Your spirit burns brighter than any torch I've ever seen, Morsha, and for that, you should be proud. If you continue down this path, the elements will be yours to command, and our brethren will look to you for guidance and wisdom. Let me be the first to congratulate you and present to you your newest totem.
Morsha: You have my thanks. I am now the agent of fire, and use it to do my will, but always for a noble cause ! *smiles*
Joolam: What?! No, no, you apprentice! Saying the elements will be yours to command, is merely a way of speaking, actually what you do is call for their help, that they may choose to grant you or not! You, you * cough * are not an agent, but a mere conduit through which * he cannot continue *
Morsha looks at him surprised by this sudden burst.
Morsha: I have heard this way of speaking before, to "call" and wait for them to make things... And if you want to say that, I suppose you can. But I was merely saying exactly what it all meant.
Joolam: That is what it all means! you can never control the elements, you can merely be closer to them so you can ask for their help! They decide if they want to help you and in which way actually.
Morsha frowns: I hope you are not saying that you make it possible for forces to act however they want, while you don't try to control what they do. Because if you are, then that also means that you allow them to do things using your spell, that is you allow yourself to be used, controlled by them. You can disregard unfortunate words I may use, I am just an apprentice, but it is clear that one should control both himself and the forces he uses...

Joolam looks at her in horror ("spell"?!). He remained silent for a few seconds. "You can only reach your true being by making yourself vehicle of spirits..." mumbles he, more for himself. He understood she was too far away, in what it looked like a heresy to him, for these words to get to her. Calmly but firmly, he looked at her.

Joolam: Morsha, you are not supposed to use fire this way. The best thing for you to do, and listen to me carefully on this, is to try to see what path you are actually on. Go on a vision quest. I recommend you talk to the shamans in Bloodhoof Village, they may help you...I hope. But until you do, you are not allowed to use the power of fire. Don't do it. It would only anger it... Go now.

Morsha remains a second disoriented, wondering "what the kael-dam...grom-damned a vision quest actually is". But then she gets hold of herself, salutes and goes away.