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Throm'ka, brothers and sisters.

It's been a long while since I've seen your faces and worn our banner but after... What's it been? Three? Four years?... I miss home.
Been talking to the ol' chieftain for a day now and I wish I had the time to join back with you lot.

So, where's Mhokdor now? If you've read this far, you might care about the old loudmouth.
I'm in Breda, Netherlands, for more than half of my time. Working myself into an early grave for game design and finishing the second year on the course, taught by professionals, a path that started with what Red Blade taught me.

I also make armour. Might upload an image with full armour just for bragging rights!
Or not... Makes me look like a black, scaled buckethead.

How is Red Blade?

Well. hello orcs! Long time no post!

I'd like to invite them going to the Dutch Elf Fantasy Fair a chance to meet the great, the grand... - Alright, lets be truthful.

Scoundrel moi!
If any of the old fellers or lasses want to meet up with me, I'll be attending both days and I'll be at the Castle garden grounds closeby to the entry, at the center of the gardens.

Uncertain of where that is but you're keen? - PM me, or ask Greggar, Gruulg or Kozgugore for my MSN/E-mail!

Hope to see some orcs!

(Unfortunately no ORB costume this year. Wastelander instead! - Oh, eh... I can't add any images of it.)

-Eh... Ye, just contact me on Michiel.w8@gmail.com and I'll send some I&D shots your way...
I never got that whole "Internet" stuffs.

Unfortunately I didn't bring a camera meself that day, so there's only two pictures of me through friends - maybe I can find some on the webs from other people, who knows - unfortunately the two orcish pictures they got of me are... Well, crap.
I posed for them, standing up straight and whatnot, where as the entirely day I tried to slouch, grumble and whatnot to fit in character. So excuse the ogre-ish look-alike in Red Blade clothes!

http://www.servimg.com/image_preview.php?i=14&u=13057391

http://www.servimg.com/image_preview.php?i=15&u=13057391

And if someone can host the pictures here properly, please do <.<

As you walk passed the notice board you feel as if something watches you from nearby, as you look around you see two glowingorbs, just inches from you. The darknessenvelopping the orbs take the shape of the upper body of a man. Without sound it points its fingers at a crudely written letter.

Tribe of Red Blade, for too long have we waited now for your response and as agreed we now come to you.
A gathering must be held soon for our negotiations regarding an alliance as our forces can not wait little longer.

The twentieth this month your presence is requested within Death's Breach, beneath our necropolis of Acherus, our acolytes can conjure portals and summoning sites to bring you and your warriors there, if you wish for us to gather on other grounds send a runner to us.

The night itself must end with results, whether you take and allow us or refuse us and deny us any of your grounds.

Blessed by our ancestors and heroes,
Neshkor of Acherus


((A cross-guild event with the Red Blade and Ebon Hold, I hope for both Red Blade and Ebon Hold to gather at 19:30 and to begin at 20:00, however I'll leave Kozgugore to organising your part on this.
Friday 20th))

The Elf Fantasy Fair in Utrecht (The Netherlands) is coming up this April and I'm curious, is any orc comin'?

It's a lovely event with people practicing old professions, Live-Action-Role-Players (That's LARP) and folks, includin' me, that hop around in costumes for the good ol' fun of it.
I'll add the website once I figure out which one it is... Tough pick.

Mhokky.

My own PC gone, no WOTLK, sitting and watchin' television and doin' noth'n...

I hate this! GAAAAAAAAAH!

So what are you guys up to?

Lets make it a fun game, mention anything that has to do with World of Warcraft and you meet Mr. Axe.

Mhokkie,
Couchpotato.

Mutcha and I have been thinking about the Horde Military last night, and we came up with the following:

We'd like to make a piece of the Horde Military for roleplaying (Not a guild) to promote the grunts and the such and to add more RP-possibilities, it can also increase RP in areas such as Orgrimmar, where the occasional-RP is not that occasional depending on what time of day you walk 'round, but that could be just me.

If this interests you, read on!

We'd like to gather a group, starting with 4 or so in total and maybe expanding later, at first probably only for orcs, and then accepting trolls and tauren, our group however will wear Horde-uniforms.

The main thought behind it all is to be epic, without being epic.
What's more impressive to you? A pack of four grunts in identical uniforms or one bloke in season 4 showin' off what he's got?

We've already set up four ranks for our group:
rank 1 being the Grunt, wearing Grunt uniforms, shoulderpieces show whether they are archers or melee combatants, shaman wear Stonecloth robes or alike.

rank 2 being the Stone Guard, wearing Grunt uniforms with several improved aspects.

rank 3 being the Champion, wearing the Champion's battle-armour.

rank 4 being the Warlord, wearing Warlord armour.


Don't be afraid of the lovely PvP-items mentioned now, they cost nothing and are easy to obtain, my guess is they'll be extremely easy to get once WOTLK is out.


Also, some of you may wonder "Doesn't this clash with the guild-ranks?", no, it doesn't as our group only functions when you're on-duty, meaning you wear your uniform and roleplay your rank and such, whenever we're with the guild then our group has little meaning to the leadership of Red Blade.

Also, bonuses of this group would be that I'd like to organise special events for parttakers and of-course, more RP, try roleplaying a grunt all day when you have no-one else to do it with, that gets boring after a few days.


I'll add pictures of the planned uniforms and whatnot, if you're interested leave a post! Or discuss troubles you have with this.


Mhokkiewockwock.

I'm goin' 'ter the launch in Rotterdam! WHEEEEH! Wednesday night at 22:30 'til 0:00ish!

And I'll go in Red Blade orc style *Nodnod*

*dances* can't wait!

Orcs! The MacCyr Solutions have turned to us again to escort their caravan through Ashenvale for much needed parts and supplies for the Warsong clan!

This caravan should be waiting for us at the eighth horn at the Zoram Strand, ninth day of the next month, the beach west of Ashenvale, and we will need to escort them to the gates of the barrens, then finally to the Warsong lumber camps to the west.

This doesn't mean we start killing off the elfies on sight, nor their settlements!

We'll first need to get their caravan through Ashenvale before we get their sentinels after us, I've been given a map with the route we'll use, these have proven to be safest and most reliable according to their undead leader.

They pay handsomely and we do the Horde good by helping this caravan! I will be in Thrallmar at the day but do NOT mess this up! Lumber has been in high demand and their shredders have been broken for some time now!

Mhokdor Spinesnapper,
Oathbound of the Tribe,
Warlord of Frostwolf.



((Highfist and I have been organising an ashenvale event, escorting the MacCyr Solutions crew! But this time it won't be a boring lonesome walk though! Expect some alliance to bite.

We'll begin at 20:00 at the Zoram Strand with the MacCyr Solutions crew, there will be some rules to this little game though! I will post the rules on the day of the event itself, you'll need both your RP and your PvP gear.))

((Note that the event on the 2nd of August has been removed.))

Mhokdor stood before Grommash Hold and looked up at the great fort, his mind still on the raids that had occurred that night, and the defences he lead.
He walked forward and saluted the Kor’kron guards, once inside he looked around the large round chamber,  searching for anyone to explain what he was there for, but he saw no-one signalling for him, so he waited at a table for a moment, thinking of what to do or say and he swallowed, walking to the hall leading to Thrall’s chambers.
A Kor’kron raised his hand and barked Mhokdor to halt, he inspected Mhokdor armour and signets and then nodded, allowing him entrance.

Mhokdor blinked a few times, getting his tired eyes used to the bright light in the chamber,  he looked at the Kor’kron and then walked towards Thrall’s seat, lowing himself to his knees before his warchief.
”You called for me, Warchief?”
-“Yes, general Spinesnapper,” Mhokdor couldn’t resist smiling of pride upon hearing his leader saying the words ‘General Spinesnapper’, “You have fought many years for our clan now, Spinesnapper,” Mhokdor’s heart began pounding faster and faster, “Began as a shaman, and mastering the skills of melee, defending our lands, destroying our enemies and training our young ones and this night you ensured Orgrimmar’s safety by organising a defence
Mhokdor stayed quiet until he noticed Thrall wouldn’t continue, “I fight with pride for my clan, Warchief, I would die for it.”
Thrall nodded and raised his voice, “General Mhokdor, your service to the Horde and your knowledge and tactics in battle have proven invaluable to many victories in Alterac Valley, for your continued efforts I reward you with the rank of Warlord of Frostwolf!” Mhokdor bowed his head and smiled broadly, he had achieved his goal, “Arise, Warlord!” Mhokdor stood up and saluted his Warchief, “Thank you Warchief, I will continue my campaign and the eradication of the dwarves in our mountains.”
Warchief Thrall nodded and saluted Mhokdor in a similar manner, “Your armour will be waiting in the Hall of Legends, together with your new signets.”
Mhokdor nodded and bowed, “Dismissed, Warlord.”

Mhokdor stood outside of the chamber, panting lightly, smiling broadly, thinking ‘Warlord Spinesnapper’ as he made his way to the exit of the hold.

After our second training it seems you bunch can be shaped into something.
We'll gather in the Crossroads the 17th this month at the eigth horn of day for another night of training!

This time we will work on team work and practice how to riposte, hamstring, demoralisation of the enemy and strengthen your allies using the top of your voice!

Melee combatants will want to take with them:
-A simple shield.
-A blunt axe, hammer or sword, which may be purchased in Ratchet for a low price.
-A blunt two-hand axe, hammer or sword, which may be purchased in Ratchet for a low price.
-Your standard combat clothing and/or armour and standard weapons.

Archers and gunners will need:
-Their ranged weapon.
-Arrows with no tip or hollow bullets.
-A blunt axe, hammer or sword, which may be purchased in ratchet for a low price, either one or two-handed.

Warlocks will require:
-A blunt melee weapon.

Shaman will require:
-A blunt mele weapon.

You will use the weapons written above to prevent you orcs killing eachother in training. We will visit Ratchet before the training should you be unable to purchase your required training supplies

((Training event! 20:00 in the Crossroads July the 17th!  Hope to see a bunch of you! If any questions, notices or otherwise, do post ))

Bring tales and booze, meat and spirit!

At the 8th hour of day we will gather at the bridge from Durotar to the Barrens for an eigth gathering!

Hear the tales of your brothers and sisters, get a free drink and meat, enjoy the mood and show off your new pauldrons or axes!
Announcements, tales or comments, we are listening to what you have to say!

((20:00 the Barens-Durotar bridge on the 16th of July, go to Mhokdor for more information.
A gathering is not a meeting! So keep an eye out.))

Bring tales and booze, meat and spirit!

At the 8th hour of day we will gather at the bridge from Durotar to the Barrens for a seventh gathering!

Hear the tales of your brothers and sisters, get a free drink and meat, enjoy the mood and show off your new pauldrons or axes!
Announcements, tales or comments, we are listening to what you have to say!

((20:00 the Barens-Durotar bridge on the 9th of July, go to Mhokdor for more information.
A gathering is not a meeting! So keep an eye out.))

Corpses littered the field, the great walls, the bunkers, blood as far as the horizon.
Green cased in metal stood tall, looking over the grounds…

Mhokdor grinned wickedly, his centurion armour was shattered and little more than scrap, his fur cloaks shredded and his axe reduced to a metal club in one hand and the battered blade in the other.
He wiped the blood from his lips and raised his arms high in the air: “Victory of death!” he yelled and his pack followed...

The next few hours would be dedicated to making camp inside the Alliance fortifications, using their walls and traps against them, not long did it take to repair the barricades and be ready to fend off any attacks, once finished Mhokdor would have to leave his troops for an hour, he began walking back through the snow to the closest horde camps and he took his wolf back to Frostwolf Village, he always wondered why he couldn’t send a wolf-rider to report so he could stay at the front, but proposing that could result in having thought to be lazy… Or old.
He continued his path to the village, keeping himself occupied by pulling out broken arrows and even a dwarven hand from inbetween his shoulder-plates, after breaking the fingers and pulling out the nails he threw it away, nearing the village.
He dismounted his wolf and walked past the twin Frostwolf towers, looking at the huge hut of his general and slowly walking inside.

An orc dressed in dark red and purple Warlord armour spoke with Drek’thar, Mhokdor recognised this orc as High Warlord Ripper, a title well deserved for an orc that would literally rip his enemies apart with his bare hands.
Mhokdor stood silently waiting for them to finish, he looked for the Warmasters bit could see none, he became impatient after what must had been half an hour and shifted his weight from one leg to another, making his armour scratch and clash against each other to get their attention.
Rippter turned and eyed Mhokdor, the blood made his armour seem as dark as a Warlord’s, ripper saluted Mhokdor with a pound on the chest, as did Drek’thar.
Mhokdor returned, “Lok’tar” he said and awaited either to speak.
Ripper nodded at Drek’thar and began: “Lok’tar Centurion Spinesnapper, you know High Warlord Ripper,” he continued without waiting for an answer, ‘The High Warlord will take command of the front lines Spinesnapper, I require you to transfer your command to him…”
Mhokdor nodded and bowed before Ripper, his right pauldron fell to the ground but no attention was paid to it, “Swobu, general, where will I be stationed?” Ripper took off his helmet, his face was grim, “Yer in front wit’ me” he shouted, Mhokdor grunted at Ripper, he continued, “Step up Champion Spinesnapper! Get ya armour fixed an’ get ready ‘ter set out! By next mornin’ we go!”

Mhokdor left the tent with a huge grin from ear to ear, he had now made it to Champion, closer and closer to his goal, the challenges ahead however would take more than simple experience and mere luck…

The spirits weren't forced.

Mhokdor was a Shaman

Thorg and Simulo are shamans and the true spellcasters of the ritual, Greggar was a speaker, not required to be a shaman in this ritual.

The ritual was so that non-shaman could see multiple spirits without silly drinks or whatever.

Of-course you don't have quests with rifts, the idea was that the invisible barrier between spirits and living would be lifted, that way the living and unliving could interact freely near the "Ritual site" (Greg, Thorg, Sim and Mhok's square formation)

And you can easily change raid colour, plus I didn't use raid as soon as the spirits came because Mhok is alive.

Right, done my share of banter.

(And I'm not sure I answered all <.< >.> typo-mania)

After bein' impressed by the lack of knowledge what my right an' yers is, I'll be organisin' another evenin', this time we'll begin with melee combat an' the archer an' the warlock's key in battle.

The 8th horn in the Crossroads, have yer combat armour with ye an' also I want all melee-combatants 'ter carry a shield an' an edged weapon, quality don't matter, we won't smash eachother's teeth in just yet.


((Crossroads at 8 o' clock for a second training event! Take your RP and level gear with you (Or PvP, if you keep that)

Lets hope it'll be as smoothe as last time!))

((And for Tirnak, right is the place where you find the number-pad, left is where you find CAPSLOCKZ, kk? ^^ ))

Bring tales and booze, meat and spirit!

Five nights from now at the 8th hour of day we will gather at the bridge from Durotar to the Barrens for a sixth gathering!

Hear the tales of your brothers and sisters, get a free drink and meat, enjoy the mood and show off your new pauldrons or axes!
Announcements, tales or comments, we are listening to what you have to say!

((20:00 the Barens-Durotar bridge on the 4th of July, go to Mhokdor for more information.
A gathering is not a meeting! So keep an eye out.))
((Also, this gathering isn't 5 days after the last, that's due to my trip to England this weekend))

Lets see what you orcs got, be present at my training and have your entire combat outfit on ye and show me what yer made of!

An' I don't want 'ter hear any excuses from robe-wearers an' yer staves! Ye can learn from watchin' us 'r participatin' with whatever ye've got, even if it's a stone or an imp.

Gather at the Crossroads as last time, north gate, eightth horn.

((Yes, a short description, doesn't mean a bad event *Grins*
20:00 at the crossroads for a bit of extra battle training, have your RP and PvP/PvE gear with you.))

Oh great! I woke up 6 hours before my usual time, yep, not 2 o' clock, but 8 o' clock!
Why? I had to get some silly book for maths so I can do a higher level after the holiday *Shrugs* no problem! Then you want to log into WoW after comming home, thinking: Oh, gimmeh teh AVz mon!

And the realms are down 

WAI TEH HAIT!?

Alterac had not waited for him, thick smoke rising and red fires of destroyed bunkers, towers and tanks.
The white hills had turned red of blood and brown of mud once again, wooden fortifications were diminished to firewood on some flanks and where once were entire encampments of orcs were now large black craters with red and green in and around it.

Mhokdor disembarked from the wooden deck of the zeppelin, stepping onto cold icy stone, watching how the Frostwolf Clan had fared in his absence, he wondered if he could had done anything would he had been present, but he knew that nothing could be his blame, he was ordered to rest in Orgrimmar, as much as he disliked it.
Mhokdor walked down the stairs of the immense structure carved into the mountains until he stepped on snow, he walked passed the great tent of Drek’thar, already beginning to unstrap his shoulder pads, knowing that on the battlefield he would now wear another class of armour…

He entered the wolf pens, at the end sat a nervous undead woman and a troll man, the troll peered up at Mhokdor and immediately grabbed bandages and a quiver with arrows, Mhokdor shakes his head and put his shoulder pieces over a fence, he took off his right glove and took the medal from his palm, he tossed it to the troll, who caught it and looked at it, then turned it around and read the instription.
The undead woman looked curiously at Mhokdor, moving from left to right, her armour was broken, having nothing more than simple cloth pants and a shirt and some leather working gloves and boots, the troll poked her and handed her the signet, “Yoo get da thirtieth one mon, he be da Spinesnapsnap,” he grinned at Mhokdor. The undead woman looked at the signet, giving the back a sheepish look, she then nodded and turned around on her crate, walking to the back of the stocks.

Mhokdor looked around the wolves in the pen, not much later the undead had collected seven boxes, the troll nodded at Mhokdor and he took them with him, walking to a closeby encampment with them, he looked for an unused tent and put his crates in there, taking off his boots, leggings, belt, pauldrons and tabard and gloves, standing in nothing more than a loincloth and a plate chestpiece.
He opened the first crate and pulled out a chest piece with laminated armour plates and the signet of the Horde, he put it on and then put on the rest of his new Centurion Battle-armour, when he had it all he wondered what was in the seventh crate.
Mhokdor opened the seventh crate, finding a brand-new Frostwolf Tabard, together with a cloak and helmet, for a moment he smiled, putting them over his chest-piece and finally he put on his helmet, he looked at his new battle-armour with pride and walked out the tent, welcomed by looks of awe of the fighters that returned from the front for a quick pause.

Mhokdor grinned as he ran back to the main tent of Drek’thar, Tékka stood at the entrance to the tent with another warmaster, smirking at him: “Hm, you nearly look like a warrior, just that small stick of yours…”
Mhokdor smirked back at her, not saying a word, and he walked inside, the blind general already looking at him: “I see you are proud of the metal on your body,” he said calmly.
”Proud of the acts that got me the metal, proud to be worthy of the armoursmiths that made this,” said Mhokdor back to his general, Drek’thar stood quiet for a moment, then pulled a scroll from a satchel on his belt, he held it out to Mhokdor, who took the scroll: “You’ve got the battlegroup closest to the front, Centurion Spinesnapper, I expect ground from you, the last few days have been miserable, we’ve lost several groups.”
Mhokdor nodded with a grim look on his face. “And w-,” Drek’thar interrupted Mhokdor “All you need to know is in that scroll, and your group contains what you need.” Mhokdor grunted and bowed before his general, stepping back and turning around, his pitiful polearm, swords and axe seemed nothing compared to this more mighty armour.

Tékka eyed him when he left, he smiled at her and saluted her, before walking on, reading the scroll with his new orders, it would probably take him half the night to even get to the front…

Once Mhokdor had read his orders he grinned to himself, several raiders passing him in opposite direction.
”Centurion Spinesnapper…. Commander of the first raiders and archers… Something tells me I’m going to like this.” He smiled and put the scroll under his belt.

The scent of blood and fire entered his nose the closer he came to the front…


((Yarr, I got awesome pictures, but I need someone to help me to get them here, anyone with photobucket willing to help? (As usual, a site dies on my PC when I try to make/acces an account))