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#16
Notice Board / [Notice] Heirlooms
September 24, 2019, 10:19:00 PM
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To all Red blade Clan members:

Tonight, in a ritual gathering, Rhonya Steelheart declared that she had received visions in her dreams from the ancestors. these ancestors spoke of the need for wilders to be found for two of the famed Spirit-blood steel weapons of the clan.

Gul'Nathor, the Dark focus, Dagger of cunning.

and ...

Barack'Nathor, the Battle focus, Sword of strength.

With a slice of her palm, speaking the right words, Steelheart conjured two ancestral spirits that set down the challenges that Orcs must face in order to acquire them, if they feel themselves worthy. Let it be stated, that any orc may seek them, but they may only use them once they have sworn their oath of blood.

First to come to us was Githya Redblade! He spoke that the one who wishes to wield Barack'Nathor must take the ash from a fire he created to paint their face. With their skin marked they must seek and defeat a great and worthy foe of their choosing. Once this is done, they must proclaim to the ancestors their deed. If they are found worthy, they will then have visions in their dreams directing them to rivals also on this trial within the clan, they must be defeated in honorable duels. When the final duel is fought in this tournament, the winner will have a vision and be guided back to the sword and finally worthy to claim it. These duels will need a referee, and Githya decreed an oath breaker should act as such, so they see true strength in their shame.

Second to come to us when called was Dragnash the Devourer, the first Varog'gor of the clan of old. He told us that those wishing to claim Gul'Nathor must also claim ash from the fire he created. The trial they would face would one that would dwarf a challenge of the Wyvern in both scope and intrigue. The ash from the spirit fire would be used with ink... smeared upon parchment a riddle or puzzle will come to the writer in the form of written words. When they think know the answer to the clue, they must write it upon parchment with the ash blotched ink again. If the answer is true the words will flash blue, if the answer is false the words will flash red. Be warned though, only one answer may be given a day, be it right or wrong. Upon a correct answer, a new puzzle or riddle will be shown. When at last all six challenges are done... the parchment will burst into flame and the winner will be free to collect their prize. But heed a second warning! Those who partake must know who to trust, for they are free to watch, steal, borrow, trade, snitch and spy upon their rivals in the race to succeed. Your rivals are indeed your rivals.

Until the weapons new Wielders are decided, Rhonya Steelheart shall keep the weapons safe. None beyond her may see or lay hands upon them.



Hey folks, so those are the challenges IC. As of now point any questions to me on Discord, progression in both should be arranged or 'answered' (if doing Dragnash's challenge) on Discord to me in PM's. Not in public. Furthermore, don’t be restricted in travel, mobs, terrain or in game events in your pursuits of glory or results, time restrictions on your travel don’t apply, nor should you worry too much about NPC’s stopping you from finding particular ‘answers’. If you have ANY questions throw me a PM and I'll direct you as best I can.  Oh, and the ‘tournament’ for the blade of strength in /roll brawls with weapons and magic, not to the death! Managed by challonge.

As for the weapons? Their powers are not limitless, but they do still make for potent physical weapons beyond their natural shamanistic focus origins. You’re also free to use what models you see fit in using them.
#17
The Campfire / [Story] - Uncle
September 08, 2019, 06:26:21 PM
Uncle

Quote”Friends tell you what you want to hear. Family tells you the truth.”

The jade forest, the thicket beyond Honeydew village




”And so you left?”

”I didn’t leaveâ€"not really, I just came here to clear my head. To think.”

Jihaan furrowed his brow. It was a troubling, and truly problematic set of problems but that was not why he frowned. He frowned because he was expected to think about the problem, to consider its angles and come up with a solution. He was by no means the Orcs uncle, ancestors no, but he called him it and so he acted like it. And like any good uncle, he listened, he considered, he guided.

”You know they were right to punish youâ€"to take away your position, yes?” He spoke, judging his tone fairly. It was firm but without rebuke. He did not look to see the expression on Okiba’s face, it would of confused his feelings. Instead he stoked the fire with a stick, and breathed in the night air deeply. The jade forest was calm, a cool breeze washing over them from between the Bamboo shoots. Summer was at its end, but the serenity of the place was not.

”I... know. Yes. But I had not expected it. I was blind even to my own mistakes.”

Jihaan raised his head to set his gaze on the Orc. He sat across from him beyond the humble campfire, his legs crossed in the fashion typical of a monk deep in thought. Only the fire was between them, and the growing dusk gloom sat in the forest all around. His expression was of remorse, his green brows creased in a heap of skin that hinted to disappointment in himself.

And there is the problem...

Jihaan ran an armoured around his bearded chin. The gruff feel of it reminded him of his age, a deceptive number made greater when you considered many of the other races of Azeroth only lived half as long as a Pandaren could or would. He needed to think, and think carefully. Giving out advice was easy, like pouring water into a cup. But good advice? That was like aiming a waterfall into the eye of a needle and not wanting your hands wet. The mistake here, wasn’t the mistake, it was a choice.

A choice you had a hand in...

”You remember, the words you told me, Fhu’s last words to you?” he spoke gently, setting his green eyes on the Orc.

”I remember... I remember” Spoke the Orc, lifting his red eyes to the fire. The memory still painful to him. Jihaan knew the Orc had survived much, far too much for one so young, all of it leaving deep scars. He detected the uncomfortable movements of a hand without control, as Okiba quickly shifted his weight to fold his arms. A nervous twitch of the left, a trauma festering in his mind.

He barely even thinks to hide it anymore...

”He said failure is our greatest teacher. You need to have a cause worth failing for.” Jihaan answered for him, nodding sagely. With a shift of his own weight the great armour that adorned him rustled with a metallic clank. He could of taken it off, but the effort and time made it a wasteful exercise in comfort.

”Well, I’ve failed. I’ve failed because I clung to an idea from before them, from before here.” The orc grunted, as was his peoples fashion before making a point, then gesturing to his surroundings, to Pandaria. It was true, the continent had brought him alive, and seen a great change in him. But some things you learn are ingrained in your soul, and army life has a way of having that effect.

”The Kor’kron bullied you, cowed you when you questioned. So now you kick back against any insult or attack on you, real, perceived or otherwise. Because you’re afraid that if you don’t act, it will bring about worse.” He answered immediately, letting the words settle in the air. The truth, or even the crux of a problem often had to be stated plainly. But more importantly it had to be left to settle in.

”Yes.. They murdered Norsk right in front of me, and I did nothing.” Okiba spoke, exhaling right after. The statement utterly defeated him, a sentence bringing him low.

Jihaan nodded slowly, sympathetically, understanding. He had lost too many friends, brothers, to war and conflict. Now he feared it so much the worry of it made him panic, lash out. This had to be curtailed, from within and without.

He has two choices to make...

”My Orc friend. You have two decisions to make, each with two choices... cling to this warped, poisonous untruth that threats must be answered with threats. Or choose the ideals of your family. For that is what they are now, no, family? That is the first decision to dwell on.”

”And the second, what is the second?” The Orc razed his gaze, clutching his wayward left hand with his left as he fixed his ‘Uncle’ eye to eye. Almost pleading for his words.

”The second... you must decide if it was worth failing, so you may succeed next time.”

”And if I already know exactly what I must choose?” The Orc asked, sitting up as he raised a brow inquisitively.

”Then you need to ask why you are wasting time camping in the Bamboo woods with me. Ha!”

Okiba smirked at that, his green lips flashing a smile. A stark contrast to his previously dour mood. His hand had even stopped shaking. But one more thing needed to be questioned.

”--Why did you become a soldier again?”

Okiba froze, blinkin with confusion. He squinted, moved his mouth as if to speak and then said nothing. Stunned. The question was to the point, and worthy of the truth. The Orc had been a soldier, found it not to his liking and become a Monk. Only to revert the choice without knowing it. His clan had made him a soldier, when he should have stayed himself.

”Hm. You may want to consider that, my friend. You too easily slipped back into a way of life and thinking that you once knew, out of habit. When you could have stayed the course, the celestials teach-… or perhaps in your own words, as Lo’gosh showed, and been content. Soldiers rise and fall with the times, Monks simply seek a balance in all things.”

Okiba turned the corner of his mouth. Not in revulsion, or anger. But the softest of understanding smiles. He’d gotten through to him. Shown him how he had strayed from his own path. He’d threaded a waterfall through the eye of a needle. Advice was tricky, but any good Uncle gives it freely, albeit carefully.
#18
The Campfire / Re: Past Life
August 14, 2019, 07:58:32 PM
Do keep these coming Brosh! we're very much enjoying them!
#19
Off Topic / Re: Reminiscing!
August 01, 2019, 01:06:44 PM
We remember you well Morgy, Krogon here!

Thanks for the nice words and hope you're well!
#20
Game Related / Re: [Competition] Clan War Banner!
July 21, 2019, 04:31:40 PM
Simple MS paint contributions welcome, the description is half the battle after all!
#21
The Campfire / Re: Paying Respects (Skint story)
July 18, 2019, 12:10:54 PM
MOAR    :o
#22
The Campfire / Re: Journal of a Monk
July 17, 2019, 08:32:01 AM
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Wednesday, the 17th day of Gorosh, the Seventh Month,

The stormy weather has abated and the sand-storms have ceased. We have set sail at last. And not without every goblin in Gadgetzan trying to swindle me. I bought two bottles of rum and a curious potion that makes me shrink or turn into a skeleton. I have been scammed at least can get some use out of it for Hallows end. The Rum may also be rocket fuel.

We make land-fall in Ratchet in a few days time, and then, home to Durotar and the clan.

I have been away far too long
#23
Game Related / Re: [Competition] Clan War Banner!
July 13, 2019, 09:36:21 AM
Further to all of that, and as I get home a little later than planned... the competition now ends on the...


1st of August!

So you all have plenty of time to make a contribution.


If there are no submissions, i'll just have to keep my gold and sulk in a corner.    ::)
#24
The Campfire / Re: Everything Will Be Alright
July 13, 2019, 09:28:12 AM
A very insightful and intriguing read! Hopefully you write more about him!

Looking forward to meeting our Draenei lover on my return    ;)   :o
#25
The Campfire / Re: Journal of a Monk
July 13, 2019, 09:26:05 AM
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Saturday, the 13th day of Gorosh, the Seventh Month,

We have arrived in Gadgetzan, beset by poor weather in all directions we have taken refuge in the neutral harbor town. While the sea is rough with high winds but without rain, the desert is blindingly awash with a sandstorm. We were lucky to dock safely, the captain is deeply vexed and cannot give me any guarantee's of when we will arrive in ratchet. The land is also closed off to me by the sand.

I have however found some comfort in the tavern, with salted pork and a firm ale. The opportunity to hear all manner of news, comings and goings has been welcome as it is much more fresh here. In particular the supposed treason of Baine blood hoof, and his escape with aid from the High Overlord and the Warchief -- Son of Durotan, was of great interest.

I can't even guess how this has effected the clan. The sooner I get back and lend a hand with whatever I can, the better.

There's sand in my beer. Again. I hate the desert.
#26
The Campfire / Re: Journal of a Monk
July 08, 2019, 08:43:37 AM
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Monday, the 8th day of Gorosh, the Seventh Month,

The sea has calmed, a little. However it is no less safe. The captain has had to employ all his skills to avoid Alliance naval patrols, even on one occasion having to threaten a Kul'tiran sloop with a "lawsuit" if he boarded us, waving his steamwheedle cartel flag. It did the trick, this time.

We also came across two burning Horde corsairs. There were no survivors, only well fed sharks and debris. The sea is no longer safe for anyone, even pirates or so the captain tells me, so they sit in port waiting for the war to end or a suitable side to pick.

We may be stopping in Tanaris, in Gadgetzan for a few days to wait out further bad weather or alliance warships. Reaching Kalimdor is proving problematic.

I only hope the Clan is safe, I have received no word from them since my departure and can only guess where they are.
#27
Game Related / Re: [Competition] Clan War Banner!
July 04, 2019, 03:18:10 PM
But Rhonya...

I BELIEVE IN YOU.      :o
#28
Game Related / Re: [Competition] Clan War Banner!
July 03, 2019, 03:41:56 PM
This is still a thing!

Get your submissions in before it's too late!   :o
#29
The Campfire / Re: Journal of a Monk
July 03, 2019, 02:53:19 PM
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Wednesday, 3rd day of Gorosh, the Seventh Month,

I am in luck, I have boarded a merchant vessel travelling from the jade forest bound for ratchet. Uncle Jihaan gave me a warm farewell, with plenty of gifts for myself and the clan in hand. I shall miss him, though once again I worry that the war is sitting heavy on his spirits.

The weather is awful, the goblin captain informs me that storms are likely and we may have to divert course and likely be heavily delayed. The rough seas are playing all fel with my insides...

...I do not recall eating carrots this week.
#30
The Campfire / Re: Journal of a Monk
July 01, 2019, 06:27:10 PM
Quote Monday, 1st day of Gorosh, the Seventh Month,

With my errand complete and all other matters I wished to seen to, now approaches the time for my return to the clan. It should be less than a week before I board a ship to Durotar or Ratchet.

With the little time I have remaining here I have seen to learning to understand the inner workings of these "Dragon Guns" the pandaren use to burn away Mantid kypari chemicals or sha infection. The use of such devices could be extremely handy if, as so many here in this continent seem to indicate, the war is going against the Horde. More so, I do not intend to be blighted a third time.

I have also begun planning for incursions into the home regions of Kalimdor, should the alliance manage to push into our Horde heartland then we must have everything ready to repel them beforehand, and not have to spend weeks or months scrounging supplies together. During the Darkspear rebellion I'm told, that supplies from the Barrens, Ashenvale and Azshara played a key role in the downfall of Orgrimmar. This is an example and lesson I shall take to heart, and begin finding the supplies, tools and locations to create a formidable network of supply stashes...

...to either defend, or save, Orgrimmar. No plan should face only one direction. Whatever turn the war takes, or whatever the path the Chieftain and elders decide, we must be ready with the right tools and equipment.