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As the topic says! I've just graduated from something which I have no idea whats it's called called in English, ?secondary compulsuary school? i think, anyhow. Next step is military service and after that univerisity!!! So I'm fecking happy!!! Wooohoo!! Or as we say in Sweden.
"För jag har tagit studeenteen!!, fy fan vad jag är bra!!!!" (Don't try to translate it xD)
So will try to get a game card while I'm in da city next time and then it's gaming apple crumble! for I'm unemployed now!! Long live our politicians, nooot!!

xDxDxDxDxDxD


(No, I'm not drunk xD)

MWHOHAHAHAHHAHAH!
Had my last test/work/exam call it whatever you want today! So now I'm basicly free all the way to next thursday when I will finnaly graduate!
Will most likely be able to attend to the RP events again after being a bit inactive the last weeks.

Well, my harddrive died in the weekend , but luckily my insurance covered it
It would take three weeks maximum to get it repaired so enjoy your Moggy free time while it last 
...
The Hat will prevail!

There it is!
*walks away again*

Da red onez go fasta!

ME!!! Rawr! I be 17 nowz!
Not like you care anyway

It was a bright day, even though it was dark as the nether in the Cleft, when Moggrash woke up. This time, he didn't woke up grumpy or  bloodthirsty, instead he woke up weary and changed. It had been a couple of days since his expedition to the Broken Isles, and it had changed him. Usually when Moggrash woke up, he was quick to get dressed and walk out into the city, looking for Grunts to provoke. This time however, Moggrash tooked time when he got dressed, and slowly he walked towards the Valley of Wisdom.
   Just as he left the Drag and entered the Valley of Wisdom, he saw an old shaman sitting on the leg of the Mannorath statue, and in front of him a small crowd was sitting, listening to the old shaman. The crowd was composed of a couple of young childrens, a grunt and two young robed orcs.
   Moggrash had always viewed the warlocks that wanted to return to shamanism as turncoats, and cowards. But this time, when he looked at the small crowd, a feeling of envy and sadness stroke him.
He then started to walk towards the crowd, but only after three steps he stoped. He couldn't, he had already failed to return to shamanism earlier, and he knew that he couldn't do it again. As he stood there, looking towards the crowd, he got an idea. Something which he had also failed earlier, but which would be easier to accomplish. It was a sad idea, but he knew it was neccisary. So the orc warlock returned into the Cleft. There he removed his warlock robe and instead he dressed into a simple wandering outfit, he also left his Skullstaff and picked up a simple cane. When he was done, he decided to leave the city.
   As the once powerful warlock left Orgrimmar, he first headed to a small farm just outside the gates. There he left his tabard and his purple hat on a table. When he was done, he set out towards a remote mountain peak in the Barrens to spend his time as an hermite.

((As you can guess, I've decided to quit WoW and to leave you orcs. The reason is quite simple. I'm tired of WoW. I've played it for 3 years now, and I want something new. With that said, I whish you good luck in future battles. I also want to thank for the good time I had here, and for getting the chance of being on officer in the Darkwolves. It's not much more I can say then to thank for my time and whish you all good luck ))

Right, my very ewul external hard drive have decided to take siesta or something .
The thing is, I have 257 GB free space (of 298) but everytime I try to install something on it, it screams and tells me that it don't have any free space left. So, anyone knows how to persuade the little piece of metal to do my bidding?

And yes, the hard drive is called Elements. Quite funny, I know.

((A story of what Moggrash has been up to during My vaccation))

The warlock was standing on the bridge of a Forsaken merchant ship looking into the horizion.
"Are ye sure there is some land here, orc?" the undead captain said, and looked to his right where the orcish warlock was standing. The orc turned his head around and glared into, where the Forsaken once had his eyes. "I mean, on all our maps there's just open seas here." the captain continued.
"There is." Moggrash said. "And there it is." he continued as he pointed into the horizion.
"Land ahoy!" a Forsaken sailor yelled as the land in the horizon grew. "Shiver me timbers." was all the captain could say.

As the ship came up to the shore, and the gangplank was lowered. A much younger Moggrash walked down. "Move you lazy peons! Set up a base camp! We will destroy these pathetic traitors in the name of Warchief Doomhammer!" an orc commander yelled. "Moggrash, over here!" a friendly voice yelled. It was Mhorkas, and he was standing next to Margishan. The three warlocks smiled and nodded to each other. "Good to see you are still alive Moggrash, and that no grunt has throwed you over board"  Mhorkas said and chuckled. "You! Robe wearing traitors!" a loud voice yelled. It was the orcish commander and he was walking up to the warlocks. "So, you haven't run off to your friends yet?" the orc commander said angrily. "If I was aloved to decide, you would all be one head shorter, but No. My superiors tells me that you can be trusted." he continued. "So, why don't you go out and scout a bit, and if you are not back before sun set." the commander pulled his finger across his throat. "So get a move on!" and with that said, he left the orcs.
     The warlock triple didn't have to walk far in this foreign land before they heard something moving in front of them. As the warlocks drew their wands, two other warlocks emerged from the forest in front of them. These new two warlocks was dressed in blue, and not red as Moggrash and his friends.
"Ghorgash? Gloshar?" Moggrash said slowly, as he eyed the first and then the second of the Stormreaver warlocks. "Isit not our friend Moggrash, still loyal to the weak Doomhammer?" Ghorgash said, and a wide grin could be seen on his face. Moggrash, not eager to fight his old colleagues said "You better leave now, old friends, otherwise..." Moggrash just couldn't finish the whole sentence, so he looked at the Stormreavers with a begging look. The two Stormreaver warlocks looked at each other and nodded. "For Gul'dan!" Ghorgash yelled, and suddenly Margishan was cought in a hellish flame, screaming and rolling around on the sandy ground. Moggrash was shocked, but not paralyzed. He threw himself behind a large rock, and positioned himself so that the rock was between him and the traitors. He looked to his right and saw that Mhorkas doing the same, seeking cower. Even though he had witness the death of his dear friend Margishan, Moggrash still didn't want to kill his old friends, so he conjured a dark cloud in the middle of the small battlefield, and the cloud grew engulfing the whole area. It wasn't dangerous, it just made it impossible to see more then an arms length. As the spell faded, Moggrash carefully looked over the stone towards where the Stormreavers once stood. All that was left was footprints leading into the island. "Are you alright Moggrash?" Mhorkas said. Still hiding behind his stone. "They are gone." Moggrash answered. "I asked if you were alright." Mhorkas said, and stood up. "Not for long!!" the loud voice yelled, louder this time. The two warlocks turned around and saw that the orc commander was marching towards them with a handful of grunts at both of his sides. The orc commander stopped in front of Moggrash and yelled into his face "You better explain yourself!" Moggrash, who was paralyzed looked up towards the commander, which was atleast one head longer then himself. "You let them escape, didn't you!" the commander continued. Moggrash knew that he was most diplomatic one of himself and Mhorkas, so he answered. "Yes, I did" and then he continued "That is what makes me a true orc, unlike these traitors. I still value honour and friendship." Now it was the commanders turn to be shocked. He looked at Moggrash with a puzzling look and then said calmly "Burn whats left of your comrade, then return to the beech." And with that said, the commander turned around and left the two warlocks.

The older Moggrash knelt down. It was here, where he and Mhorkas had burned what was left of their friend Margishan. Moggrash digged up some sand in his hand, and as the sand slowly felled down from his hand. So did tears felled down from his eyes.

((It wasn't supposed to be this long but, bleh))

Yup, I'm of on a skiing vaccation between the 2/2 to the 9/2.
We are going to central Sweden, so I wish you good luck with the reformation of the tribe orcs.

See you laterz. 

((Copy 'n pasted from Darkwolf palce))
I don't usually bother to use the lesser arcane magic, but I've been scrying a bit around the more shadowy parts of Felwood, searching for the Shadow Councils base of operation in Kalimdor.
And I belive I've found it. The place seems to be run by a single Warlock, and that is what suprises me. He didn't notice my rather adept scrying ability, and if he is that weak, how can he control the demons and the other traitors?
Never the less, Me and Kagmosh have decided to clear that place and get to the buttom of this...
We will strike this saturday and everyone that have a grudge against demons are welcome to lend a green hand. We will meet at Bloodvenom post in the evening.

((We will meet at Bloodvenom Post 21:00 Server time, Saturday the 5:th, and move towards Jaedenar. Then from there we will hack and slash all demons and warlocks all the way down. 
It's my first hosted event so don't expect to much)))