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Ohhhhh this is good.

Some say... He and Shrewd met bonded in a bar on a stormy night...
...Others, that he was conceived by the wolf....

All we know is, he's called Koz!

Yeh, solid feedback bud.
Admittedly I wrote this around midnight and reread it the next day ignoring the spacing a bit. Could've indeed done with more ^^.

Glad you enjoyed it. on t nr 4 we go. :p

Pls no... that has it's own thread.. It used to at least.

Ok... I said it'd be 3 stories.... but shoving 2 years into one story didn't give the results I wanted. It would either be too large or i'd skip over too much. Hopefully with the pasing I have in mind for the 4th (AND HOPEFULLY FINAL) story, the story will turn out as I imagined this one would for the full two years. Hope you guys enjoy as I actually rewrote a few parts a couple of times.

[18 months ago]

This story takes place six months after the events of “a sacrifice too many”

18 months ago

”Clunk!” echoed pickaxe as it slammed against the rock, swiftly followed by a dozen more. Gridish was slowly chipping a rock away in a shallow manmade cavern. With every twentieth strike Gridish channeled light traces of Arcane magic into the head of his pickaxe to support his mining efforts. Gridish experienced light surges of Arcane power ever since another prisoner took a swing at Gridish’ neck with his pickaxe, barely missing his neck and instead scraping the warded neck bracelet. However all attempts of contacting the Tribe through the spirit link have been unsuccessful. After splitting a rock into pieces Gridish rested the head of his pickaxe on the stone hard floor as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a moment to catch a breath. Every so often he would do exactly that to inspect his surroundings. Around him were several others, mixed races, chipping away at the shallow cavern. All of them connected by a single chain that stretched across the cavern, connected to the cuffs that were attached to their right legs. Each of the captives wore tattered cloths and seemed malnourished. The mining grounds consisted of the shallow manmade cavern, a circular field that was surrounded by steep rocky mountainsides that were patrolled by Orc and Tauren bruisers.  On the opposite side of the small field was the only feasible way out: A gap where the mountainsides would meet to make what seemed to be a perfect circle. Thick roots branching from the ground, forming an archway for the gap. Both sides of the gap were guarded by Tauren and Orcish bruisers. ”OI! Get back to work ye sack of crap! We didn’t pay big bucks for you to stand around!” an armed Orc shouted. The Orc, accompanied by two armed Tauren, made their way to Gridish. ”Did ye hear me?! I said-.” The Orc paused as he leaned torwards Gridish. Gridish stared at the Orc sheepishly. ”GET. BACK. TO. WORK!” the Orc shouted as he attempted to shove Gridish off his feet. Gridish sidestepped the shove with relative ease and watched the Orc continue his momentum in a downward trajectory towards the ground. Gridish slid in between the falling Orc and the two Tauren before the Tauren could respond, blocking the Tauren’s sight and yanking a key from the falling Orc’s belt unnoticed. Gridish swiftly shoved the key up one of his tattered sleeves before anyone noticed the item in his hand. The two Tauren stepped closer as a result, but stood down when they realized Gridish picked up his pickaxe and had resumed chipping away at the rocks in front of him. The fallen Orc, clueless to what actually happened, scrambled to his feet and growled at Gridish ”Watch it runt… I’ll get ye someday.”. The armed Orc spat near Gridish’ feet and walked away, followed by the two Tauren. Gridish couldn’t contain a grin from forming on his face.

Later that night

Gridish lay in a small shifty tent on the circular field. The grounds were dimly lit by torches, making it hard to observe the processes that take place at night. Yet he has had enough time to study the guards’ patterns and mannerisms during his six months’ imprisonment. The grounds were dimly lit by torches, making it hard to place all the guards. Around Gridish were the accommodations of the other prisoners. The guards patrolled the outskirts of the makeshift camp. What he had planned was farfetched, but it seemed to be his only option. Tonight’s target wasn’t the well-guarded gap to freedom. Instead Rimeweaver’s focus was a less steep section of the circular field’s rocky border which was covered behind a large supply tent. The challenge was getting behind the supply tent unseen. Once the patrolling guard had passed Gridish, he would have about 10 minutes before the next patrol would take place. ”I’m finally comin’ home, Kogra” Gridish thought to himself as he heard footsteps slowly approach. He watched the patrol of two Tauren walk passed his tent. ”It’s now or never.” he thought to himself once more. He grabbed the key and carefully unlocked the cuff without trying to rattle the chain. Once he was free from the chain, he looked around him to make sure none of the remaining bruisers though it was hard to make out in the dark. ”sod it..” Gridish whispered to himself as he pushed himself up, got out to his tent and made his way to the supply tent while staying low to the ground. The supply tent was only a few feet away, but it felt like miles. It felt like the closer he got the further it was. ”Lights on ladies. We’ve got a runner!” a voice shouted from the darkness and suddenly spotlights illuminated the field which blinded Gridish and stopped him in his tracks. It felt like he hit a wall. Perhaps he ran to far. Was he already at the stone barrier? Gridish tried to open his eyes, but the lights burned bright on his reticles that he was forced to close them again. ”Would yelook at that! If it isn’t runt!” the voice shouted and started to cackle. Gridish lowered his head and sighed. ”Wat is it, runt? Ye’thought ye’could escape? Well, I’m glad to inform you that you. Were. Wrong.” the guard Orc said laughing. ”Alright ladies. Rough the runt up for his misbehavior and put him back on that chain where he belongs.” the Orc commanded and several bruisers closed in on Gridish and Gridish was once again blinded, only this time by the darkness of unconsciousness.

The following night

Gridish lay in his tent, his entire body aching and his hopes decimated. The plan he has been working towards for the past six months destroyed in the blink of an eye. Yet another failed attempt to add to the list. Was it his destiny to die in this hole? Will Kogra ever find out the reason behind his disappearance? Gridish sighed and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt wind blow on his face as if something cut through the air above him. He opened his eyes to see a silhouette hover above his face. ”Gridish..” a familiar voice whispered. Gridish grunted in response. ”How are you holding up..?” the voice continued to whisper. A faint smile appeared on Gridish’ face as he realized who it was. ”Contemplatin’…” Gridish responded, whispering to the familiar. ”Does the groundskeeper know yer secret? Does he know what ye are?” Gridish asked Lofty. The familiar dropped onto the Orc’s stomach and kept quiet as a guard made his round. Once the guard continued his round Lofty responded ”As far as he knows… I’m just some lifeless book.. the familiar wanted to snicker but decided against it for obvious reasons. The two let a moment of silence arise before Lofty continued: ”So… What’s the plan..?” Lofty asked Gridish carefully. Gridish let out a sigh before responding. “I don’t know, Lofty. Every attempt I make fails. People are let down. People die… I-..eh.. I just don’t know. What’s worth fightin’ for? My oldest friend is dead. One of his companions that he entrusted me with is dead.. The other is Grom knows where. Kogra probably thinks I’m dead-… I might as well be.”. The Orc sighed again before the familiar responded. ”Gridish. You’re not alone. You have me, you have the other prisoners and when we get out of this situation, you can return to Kogra and explain what happened… Then you’ll have her too! For now do what you do best. Rally the troops. Gather the pack and fight fire with fire. You’re a Rrosh’tul for a reason. Gridish raised a brow as he thought about what Lofty said. ”Yer Right, Lofty… Though this will take time. I’d need to convince everyone. Then we’d need to put a plan in motion.” Gridish said as he contemplated the idea. Lofty let out a snicker ”Of course I’m right… I’m always right. Anyways.. I need to go. The longer I’m here the bigger the chance is that they’ll notice that I’m gone. We’ll stay in touch as much as we can, Gridish. I have faith in you. Don’t  let your inner flame die. Keep on fighting… for Kogra!” Lofty said before he jolted off. ”That familiar never stops amazing me..” Gridish thought to himself as he contemplated how he would pull this off.

I am waiting for my publisher to give me the green light for story number 3... AKA not sure if I'm fully pleased with it yet.

Krogon. Pls don't be mad.

What. Have. You. Done!? 

I might've lied when I said it's gonna be 3 stories.... It's probs gonna be 4 :c.

Krogon. Pls don't be mad.

I've been using a 7 day free trial thingy that Blizzard gave me, so I mean... I am sorta kinda resubbed?

What about mead then?

You drink mead. You burn down your neighbours house.

It is the will of Odin.

How about I just burn you down, instead?

But I do have ideas.... So no pirates

Did Krogon say he wanted to go to jail?!?!?! *Calls police* yeh.. hello. Some random dude somewhere on this Earth wants to go to jail. Go arrest him right naoh. *hangs up*

They coming for you kroggles. They coming for you >=] *evil laughter before sudden cough fit interruption*

"It was all Gridish's idea, just check that weird book he has with him"

...

Seriously. Come back to us Grid. We miss you   

Well, here's the thing. That third story needs to get written before I can remotely think about returning and I'm struggling to come with a story I want as a few ideas are floating in my head that could work..... So once that story is written I can think about coming back x]. I can't just leave the story up in the air like that yo!

Did Krogon say he wanted to go to jail?!?!?! *Calls police* yeh.. hello. Some random dude somewhere on this Earth wants to go to jail. Go arrest him right naoh. *hangs up*

They coming for you kroggles. They coming for you >=] *evil laughter before sudden cough fit interruption*

I second Regorn's sentiment on this subject tbh. My desktop is my jam where as my laptop is just typing up some documents and other mumbo jumbo i need for work. Can't help you there Kroggles.

It's a valid tip, Kozzle, thanks! I'll see if I can implement it into the third part of the story!