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During a scout for suplies in Forstfire Ridge the Tribe stumbled upon an Ogron hole filled with precious suply crate salvaged from Iron Horde or Thunderlord raids.

This is a list of what the tribe was able to retrieve:

- Large barrel of Frostwolf furs.
- Sack of unknown oat.
- A crate of medical suplies.
- A barrel full of salted meat.
- A sack with rolls of leather and iron chains.
- Large crate of leather and furs.
- Barrel of "mead".

<signed by Grom'geth Blackhorn>

Instead of making screenshots during events we can now make selfies, like this guy!
 
http://imgur.com/a/z7U1u

It was a soft and silent morning when Garros woke up to make himself ready. Garros packed his equipment before saying goodbye to some old friend he met in the Warsong Lumber Camp nearby the Demon Fall Canyon. He told him about his last quest and his friend wished him good luck. Garros was glad he could see Ashenvale where many battles had fallen for the last time with his own eyes, so many memories. Amazingly a well preparedGoblin named Gibbles accompanied him to Demon Fall Canyon, he kept talking about some treasure but Garros had little interest. He had a whole arsenal of equipedment.

During their journey towards the Canyon Gibbles kept talking on and on, it drove Garros mad. "For fel sake, shut up will ye!", Garros shouted out. He felt that he needed to concentrate, focussing on all he had learned during his life time. So many things he had seen and much more he had tried to forget. His memories lied with the Tribe and his brother. As much how he loved the old days or war the time he spent within the Tribe were the most meanigful.

As soon as they reached the Canyon Garros could scent the foul stench of demons, long has this place been rotting with them. Gibbles was looking at some map he bought from a troll back in Ogrimmar, Doomshout takes a look at the map but it was highly inaccurate. Now the goblin was even more noisy cause of the fact he was ripped off for some gold, he still believed there was treasure lying inside the Canyon. Garros declared him insane. "One more time goblin, BE QUIET!" Doomshout yelled. When the echo of Doomshouts outburst was away they could hear noises coming from the rocks above them. The two tied up their wolves to some dead tree and proceeded. Gibbles who was sure Garros was the only protection he needed was not aware of Garros' intention though Doomshout clearly made sure that the goblin should not accompany him cause of that fact. Heavy breathing with his axe ready the two walked down the Canyon not sure of what they would face. Demons for sure, but how many?

They arrived at the monument of Grommash Hellscream, the Red Blades have been here not so long ago. The footprints could still be seen, but not only orc footprints. The goblin suddenly jumped up and ran towards a chest that was covered in dirt in the distance. Garros was peering around, he knew. To his dissapointment the chest was empty and the goblin cried it out, Doomshout quickly shut the goblin up by covering his mouth with his hand. The old orc breathed heavily while he looked in the darkness. Gibbles who was finally silent also felt the preasure of a luring threat.

Suddenly a bolt of fel fire appeared from the darkness flying at the two with speed, and more followed. Garros blocked the first one with his shield while Gibbles took cover behind a rock, Doomshout quickly followed. "Imps!" Garros screamed, and not just a few. They crawled everywhere. "Let me handle this" Gibbles spoke out as he threw a smoke bomb at the imps. Doomshout jumped over the rock and charged the little bastards, he has fought in thick smoke or fog before. As soon as he quickly executed about twenty the smoke cleared up. Garros heard more movement, and got jumped by a felhunter and fell on his back. The Felhunter was ready to bite off Garros's head but was blown to pieces by the goblin his hand canon. "Watch where you aim!" Doomshout yelled at the goblin. "No need to thank me, big guy!" Gibbles replied.

Everywehere was noise of screaming imps and crawling demonic creatures in the dark, the two were standing back to back in the middle. Gibbles had enough he appologized to Garros and Doomshout knew it had something to do with the rocket on his back, so he took a few steps away from him. The goblin ignited the rocket and was shot away with the speed of a lightning bolt of a shaman. He reached an insane height while screaming his lungs out, unfortunately he landed only a few yards way. Garros not sure what to do watched how the goblin tried to get upon his feet. He could help him but Gibbles tried to abandon him and leave Doomshout behind, "little green bastard" Garros spit out. Not too long after the impact of Gibbles a montrous figure appeared in the dark, Doomshout could not identify it.

A big clawed purple skinned foot hovered above the head of the goblin and squished Gibbles' head with fierce force.  It happened so fast that not even a scream could be heard. This was what Doomshout was looking for, a True challenge. "Show yerself demon!" Doomshout shouted. The demon stepped over the corpse of poor Gibbles and as moonlight fell upon his unholy body Garros' eyes narrowed and prepared for battle. A Wrathguard stood tall armed with two swords that an ordinary orc could not even lift a single one of them. The Wrathguard was a enormous, broad shouldered, muscled warrior. The Wrathguard's skin was dark purple. Standing 8 feet tall. Large horns and spines protruding from the demons back, and smaller ones on his forehead.

"Anach kyree, A-rul shach kigon", these words could be heard that the twisted tongue spit out in a dark deep voice. Doomshout did not hesitated, this was his destiny, this was what he promised. With memories of his past and that of the Tribe he charged at the great demon raising his axe while he roared his famous battle cry The Doomshout! "Dae'mon, Gol'Kosh ye shall be slayed!" Doomshout shouted during the battle as sounds of clinging metal could be heard from the Wrathguards sword and Garro's axe. Screams of violence around them from all the demons tha crawled slowly at the old orc.
Doomshout was overun. The ground was covered in imps, felhunters and even greater demonic creatures slowly approached the orc. The echo's, screams and the sound of steel could be heard far away from the Canyon. It took hours before silence fell and Ashenvale returned to it's peace again...

Found this on youtube, spotted a Gridish, Grekthar and Sedah at 1:48

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BVzPZnn8L0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spRbz9-BUQk

I just loved it.

http://wow.joystiq.com/2013/10/31/scattered-shots-hunter-wish-list-for-6-0/#continued

I leveled my hunter to 90 but when I reached the level cap I realized that I don't like the class at all... yeah I know...

But these ideas/wishes really dropped my jaw 

Let me know what you orcs thinks!

Tutor Doomhowl asked me 'write' a story about an old legend, notable Orc champions or just a heart warming story from the past. Immediately I heard a name in my head many Lok'vadnods are heard about this Orc, some of you may already know the story but for the Orcs who don't... listen carefully.
(inhales deeply and when he lets the air out he speaks the following words...)

It was during the of the three wars between the Alliance and new Horde...
There was a Orc champion named Boxigar Saurfang, also known as Broxigar the Red or just Brox.
Broxigar was a veteran of the First, Second, and Third Wars well known among his people for his heroic actions in helping to hold a vital mountain pass against hordes of demons during the Third War. Of all of his comrades, Brox was the only one left alive when orcish reinforcements finally arrived on the battlefield. Though he was greatly honored by his people, Brox never forgave himself for his "cowardice" in surviving while all of his comrades died a noble, glorious death.
When the Horde shamans detected the temporal anomaly in the Stonetalon Mountains, Brox and a younger warrior were sent to investigate. Brox's companion, Gaskal, was slain and Brox himself was thrown ten thousand years into the past along for an unknown reason. Some say he was destined to and was send back by time itself for a damn good reason.

A lot of different stories of this Lok'vadnod are known, but this is what i believe.

Not knowing where he stranded Broxigar quickly came in contact with Night Elves and was captured. The Night Elves treated him like an animal, the priestess known as Tyrande was kind to him, giving him food and healing his injuries. Brox called her "shaman", believing that the powers of healing she used were granted to her by the spirits.
Brox was eventually freed by Tyrande. Brox's fighting skills earned him a fair reputation among the Kaldorei Resistance they had never seen a creature or fighting style before. Though typically xenophobic, the Night Elves accepted him.
When Brox's axe was taken by the Night Elves who captured him, the high druid Malfurion, under the forest demigod Cenarius' direction, created a mystical axe of wood that had the sharpness and density of a diamond. In Broxigars hands, it was to be the death of literally thousands of demons and allowed him to achieve the unthinkable against their lord.

Some of you know what happened at the Well of Eternity thousends of years ago! What you maybe didn't know is that Broxigar played a special part in that battle. The well got floated with thousends of demons and wanted to summon their Lord Sargeras (Speaking that name makes your bood cold.) to our beloved world Azeroth to completely destroy it.
(Gromgeth peers around the Orcs listening.)

At the battle over the Well of Eternity, Brox realized that if the world and the future were to be saved, his companions needed more time. Brox leapt from the back of one of the red dragons carrying him into the swirling portal that was opening at the bottom of the funnel! When he passed through, and arrived in the realm of the Burning Legion, he proceeded to slaughter multitudes of demons, blocking their advance towards the portal, slaying so many that he ended up standing atop a hill of their bodies  mocking more to come challenge him! It was there that he eventually attracted the attention of Sargeras himself, who came personally to put an end to the Orc's life. However, using the magical axe crafted for him by Malfurion, Broxigar did the impossible, and struck a small wound in Sargeras' leg. That for a second, tore Sargeras' attention away from his struggle to keep the portal open...allowing Malfurion and his allies to close it upon him. Broxigars life was ended by Sargeras, right before the demon entered the portal, by the jagged edge of Sargeras's broken sword. With this final act of loyalty, Broxigar the Red sealed his place in history as the only known mortal to have ever staged an assault upon the Burning Legion's leader.

Broxigar the Red died, not a mere honorable death, but was struck down in a blaze of glory nearly unheard of in the history of the orcs.

Broxigar was not send alone back in time, he had two accompanies, it is unknown who they were. But a few days later an Orc shaman spoke to Thrall told him the story about Broxigar and brought him the magical axe of wood. The shaman told his tale of how Brox helped stop another demon invasion, and implored the Warchief to sing songs of Broxigar the Red, his legendary life, and his glorious sacrifice.
(Gromgeth slowly nods and ends his story.)

"And...! I don't know if it's true but i've heard that the Night Elves raised up a statue to him, making him the the only orc to have ever been given homage by them.

(OOC: This was a task given by Mozzrog Doomhowl, I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you.  )

Allot of us, Orcs Were present at the battle of the Highland Shore in Twilight Highlands. We fought an honourable battle and songs and stories are still being told with victorious memories. I will tell you my five most honourable kills on that day...

First that Dwarf. I spotted him on the battlefield, he was making allot of noise!. I sprinted towards him and bashed him back with my shoulder! he flew away and landed on the ground, now peering at me. He yelled something and started charging towards me! He swinged his big axe at me but i crossed my wielded blades and blocked the attacks. I countered with my left weapon and hit him hard, creating a big carve and wound. But i was shocked how alive the dwarf still was! So we fought for a while and finally i could find a spot to make the killing blow, leaving him dying in the sand...
Garros nods.
When i was done with the little angry dwarf was hit by an arrow from a long distance. The arrow didnt penetrate my armor full but made a flesh wound. I had time to remove the arrow and decrease the distance between me and the "Long Elf" archer. It was a trained marksman, because it didnt matter what the distance was or how fast i was moving he always seem to hit me. he had hit me with two critical arrows. and i found cover nehind a big Tauren corpse. When i wanted to remove the arrows i was jumped by a "Swift Human"! He had short blades and was very fast! At a certain point i could grab that Human. over his shoulder i saw that the archer was preparing a second shot. The arrow was shot and i hold up the human so that the arrow would hit him. "SPLAH!" The arrow penetrated the human, i made a killing blow and started to charge to the archer. As i was charging towards the archer i felt the bound of our Tribe! As the archer was aiming at me i couldnt find a place to get cover, and on that moment Vashnarz shot an arrow in the arm of the archer. I took a leap towards the archer landing with a great force blasting her away, she draw her blades and hit me legs! I noticed that every step hurts, the archer still hit by Vashnarz's arrow was laying on the ground. I waited for her to get on her feet for an honourable fight, but she was mortally wounded... I pounded her into the ground and walked away, leaving her dying.
Garros nods slowly and looks a bit unsatisfied.

When we had an advantage on the enemy and pushed them back from the beach, i noticed that my feed became cold. At a point it was hard to walk... I looked down and i saw ice growing around my feet. I tried to fight it and break th ice with my claws, but it kept growing. I couldnt move anymore, i recognized the magicka from Sharptongue and i started to break the ice. In the battlefield i saw a "wise" human whispering things i could not understand. I was searching around looking for a way out, and at that point i again felt the bound and brothership of our Tribe... Borammus charged at the human, who was concentrating on me. He smashed him hard and the human was weakened. I broke out of the ice and headed up to Borammus. Together we made an Honourable kill!
Garros nods.
At last i faced an enemy, an enemy i had not faced allot in battle. A Worgen! He was a little bit new for me. It was at the almost end of the battl, and i heard a ferocious howl from the distance. I saw a shade approaching from the distance, i roared furious at it! And i worked, it had his eye on me... I was not certainly aware of what was approaching. It was big, it was mean, it was a worgen! It jumped at me and i was thrown away by the force, i climbed on my feet and tried to hit it but he was fast! His furious strikes rained upon me. I was trying to defend myself not thinking about any counter strikes. we fought on and on, i was constantly thrown away by this ferocious beast! The beast threw me away and i landed on my back, i was exhausted… It again took a leap towards me. I pointed my claws forwards and the beast couldnt make a different manoeuvre anymore and landed in my blades. I wiped him of my blades and climbed on my feet.
Garros roars with bestial vigor!
“For the Horde! For the Blood of the Tribe!”

Gromgeth peers into the fire, he sees some images deep into the fire from his past.
"I've not always mastered these dark arts, i was forced to."
"Ha!, i left the Shadowmoon Clan just in time, Ner'zhul was forced to make us learn these arts"
Gromgeth grunts.
"After the shattering of Draenor, i wandered around in Hellfire.
I learned to survive there, the Dae'mons grew very fast in numbers and were assaulting the Dark portal rapidly."
Gromgeth laughs.
"As a very social Orc, i travelled to this world called Azeroth. Very soon i stranded in Demon Fall Canyon, very nice place. I liked the smell of the air there."
Gromgeth nods.
"I stayed there for about...?"
Gromgeth is counting on his fingers.
"A very long time! I also met Mr. Crawly (cockroach) there! We had some a beautiful time there together. But the years past and i hadnt used my dark arts for decades, i also felt weaker."
Gromgeth looks down to the ground.
"One day when Mr. Crawly was playing hide and seek again, i heard some noise coming down from the valley. I looked down and saw a group of Orcs slaying all the Dae'mons. I didnt liked those creatures anyway..."
"I knew that if i made a bound again with my fellow Orcs i could make myself usefull and regain my strength! So i approached the orcs and joined their Tribe.
"I found strength and honour into the Tribe. And i'm willing to support my brothers and sisters in any situation."
"FOR THE BLOOD OF THE TRIBE!"
Gromgeth's cockroach walks over his shoulder.
"There ya are Mr. Crawly! i've been looking for ya!"
(OOC: There ya go Rarg ^^ hope this is what you expected )