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Hello! Seeing we've had a bit of fun lately with that Alliance guy in Terokkar, I thought it would be nice if I told about this AddOn: Spy

http://www.curse.com/addons/wow/spy

Whenever a nearby character of the opposite faction gets close, he's going to show up on the Spy interface, and try to determine class and level based on what ability was used.

To add on it, if a stealther is nearby, you'll get a blue bar on top of your screen with name, class and level of the stealther from the two second he might've been visible.

Commision of Grulda done! Again, thanks to Angevere on Deviantart!¨
http://angevere.deviantart.com/

Found this the other day.


Ner'zhul just looks like he doesn't know what's going on at all! :3

I got a commisioner to draw Threkna... And I must say, I em -extremely- happy with the result!

http://angevere.deviantart.com/

Thank you, Angevere<3

The beasts of Ashenvale was howling and roaring. Wolves, sabers and birds of prey roaring, howling and screeching in harmony. The sounds alone was enough to make Trakmar want to just leave the tribe and the war and let out his feral instincts again. For a long time now, he had held the beast in him in check. Too long. At this point, it would break out, or simply grow tame and docile. Trakmar hated the thought. He wanted to run among beasts again. Hunt with a pack of beasts. The war had everyone going weary, and now that they had entered Orgrimmar it would not be long until either victory or loss. Anything could happen there.

The old and ragged orc lifted his head, letting out a growl. "No' lon' left now. I' be a pain, bu' ain' long 'till I can wander 'gain. Been too lon', i' 'ave."

The war was a cage, and the Tribe was the chain that held him in place. He already missed when the Tribe was on its own. No Horde it was chained to. It went where it went, like a proper pack. Like a pack, the orcs there only had eachother to turn to. The old Orc growled again and rose to his feet as he heard a loud roar in the distance. He joined the roar, letting out a loud and bellowing roar that travelled throughout Azshara and Ashenvale.  Trakmar bared his teeth, grinning. Louder than ever he heard the call. No rules. No code of honour. None to hold him back. Only instinct.

He snorted. "An' t'a be 'ow 'im will die. A' t'ands o' t' chained packs. By fang an' claw. An' t'en... Time 'ave come t'wander."

He looked back to Orgrimmar. The wolves barks and howls was loud and clear. He picked up his axe and grunted at Bamak, as the two started walking toward Orgrimmar. Wouldn't be long left now until it is all over.

"An' t' chained packs s'all run free 'gain. T'wilds an' spirits will roar as we kill t'Kor'kron. An' t' grea' wolf s'all back away like a scared pup in 'im den."

Oh my, It's a Moz! Welcome back!

I would like for you all to take the time and remember that there is a horror movie about a car tire named Robert.

What Robert does is rolling around, blowing shit up and killing people.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWWufhqyGE8

Thank you for your time to honour this car tire.

Hello there! Your grasp on the lore seem to be a bit lack. If your Orc was born in the Barrens he'd be no older than maybe 10 years, or so.

I would suggest you read this thread -> http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=2438.0

((... Why must you make me cry like this? ;_; ))

As Is aid earlier - We must play spin the Bottle.

It -must- be done!

Prowling in the grass, Trakmar was ready to pounce his prey. A Nightsaber, drinking from the lake. All he needed was a few more seconds. The Nightsaber raised its head, being done drinking. No was the time. Trakmar pounced at the beast, and just as planned, managed to sink his teeth deep into the beasts throat. He cut open the animal, and started tearing out the meat, which now was his food. He looked over the lake, thinking. Much had happened in recent time. Most important, the death of his mate.

"Hunt well on the plains, Keishara. I will be coming soon to join you..."

Her death had left quite an impact on him. Hardly before an hour had passed, a Kor'kron assassin had taken her life. Had it not been for Trakmar, then Rokarna would have seen a similar fate. Since that, he have only had a blinded rage for anything wearing Kor'kron colours. Dispite killing the Kor'kron that killed her, he would still blame himself for her death. He wasn't there for her, and that caused her death. Nightmares pestered him after the events. He would get little sleep, and would not dare leave his daughters side unless Shargla or Grogona was nearby. Even Krogon had threatened taking her from her fathers arms, in which Trakmar responded he would gut Krogon, should he do that. After much thinking, he finally decided to leave Rokarna with a matron in Winterspring, but not without regret...

"M'sisters... I can't t'ank 'em enough."

After how much Shargla and Grogona helped him taking care of Rokarna, he slowly started to grow close to them, especially Shargla, who Trakmar would usually seek out for advice, and even eventually grow to be very fond of, even so recent after Keishara's death. Shargla had helped him make peace with Keishara's spirit, where Trakmar promised he would get over Keishara's death and find a new mother for Rokarna - But never forget his former mate. Trakmar eventually opened to Shargla, and explained his growing fondness of her, even saying he wanted her to mother his pup. He told of this to Revax as well, who was already aware of this, and told Trakmar he would take care of Rokarna, should anything happen to him. And should anything happen to Revax, Trakmar would take care of Shargla and her son.

"Bloody emotional mess all t'is be..."

Something strange had happened the other night. The New Blood, Mibuna who Trakmar tutors ended up growing feelings for him. Feeling he would find himself returning. She reminded him of Keishara, as if she was reincarnated. They spoke as if they had known one another for years, quickly growing very fond of one another. Trakmar would question himself at this, however. He was aware he could find himself torn between Mibuna's affection, and his feelings for Shargla. As well as he was not quite over Keishara's death. Still, his first instinct was finding a mother for his daughter, a promise he would have no intention of breaking. He was well aware he couldn't raise her on his own. He ended up making an oath to this she-orc, who would gladly accept.

"Be hard takin' all t'is in... It be happenin' fast. Uncomfortably so. Yet, seems like t'righ' t'ing ter do fer me..."

Earlier this night, Shargla had admit her feelings for Trakmar, stating she wanted him as a second mate. Trakmar responded he still has feelings for her as well, but has no intention of taking his brothers mate. Then later stated, that if Revax would allow it, Trakmar would be honored to have her as a mate. He was confused at all this. Think one thing, say the opposite. Say one thing, think the opposite. He ended up being unsure what to think of it all, and how he should handle it. He said he wanted to talk this over with Shargla to see if they could get to some solution to these problems. The last thing Trakmar want would be being a distraction to his Sister. A Sister who had gladly accepted Trakmar into her family. Now that he was aware that not only Mibuna and Shargla was fond of him, but the night before, Shargla had left one more unmentioned.

"Ghrm..."

Trakmar was not sure what to think of all this. However, for now he had other things to focus on. The war, and the Orc he now considers a mate.

23. - 25. Would be the earliest fitting for me. I am going to work until mid-August, and the 19th, it's back to studies. =P

Which would be the closest airport, by the way? I am not particularly tempted to either head down to southern Norway to take the boat, nor am I too tempted to take the long boattrip from Bergen to Denmark. And I think a plany would actually be cheaper.

A stag stood grazing in Ashenvale, not too far from the Lumber Camp the Rebellion now called their base. In the nearby bushes hid the Mag'hari Orc, waiting for just the right moment  to take it down.

He started crawling out of the bushes, silently, and licking his lips like a hungry wolf. If it would just stay for a few more seconds...

A loud, but half-hearted howl could suddenly be heard in the distance! The stag raised its head, startled, and saw the Orc who was just moments away from killing it. He roared out in frustration, and slammed a fist on the ground. Seem the stag had luck on his side.

(( More of Trakmar's stories and throughts will be posted here. ))

If I send a kick at my own arse, I could probably gear up Trak and join.

Koz was the first one to greet me into the tribe both IC and OOC. While I never got to know him properly, IC or OOC, I can just say he has been very good at leading the guild. ORB is by far, the best guild I've been in.

I'm not good at these things, so I'll just say good luck on future adventures, Koz! And we all hope to see you again!