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<As I was kicked from the guild rather than left, and that by OOC means/reasons there will be no story.>

So. Some of you might know, some might not.

But in the end. Yeah, it is true. I'm leaving, most likely for good - oocly.

Vargosh is joining the ranks of the High Priests legion the Mad Grin.
I'm affraid I've felt very. Unfit and sometimes, even unwelcome in the guild. Be it me or actually true I can not tell.

I've got a more swagging life, irl lately. Can be that too. Either way.
This, I want you to know, is purely IC in the end.
Vargosh decided last night that his time had come, he does not want to be lead by Kozgugore, a "worthless orc, who can't lead handsome orc who beats all the others at intelligence".
(Sorry lad.)

He's out, BUT, if allowed, he will attend events with OotRB rp-talk aswell as rp wpvp, if allowed, if I got time.

I'd like to thank you all, but the biggest thanks goes to;

Morgeth, you've been very supportive ICly, even though you might've nagged on me for being a slightly, wrong in my ways. You always was great ICly, I keep that forever in my mind!

Greggar, you've been kind and nice and were sticking up for me ICly alot the past two days, I know you've been inactive and havn't been talking that much with you oocly, but you're a great guy.

Mazguul, You, my friend, you are great. I can't pretty much express it, but you've been the biggest reason to why I've stayed, roleplayed, and developed my character the way I did, Aswell as you're just such an innocent sweet person irl! Thank you! <3

Hellvern, Morregan. Mates, we've known each other for long, No need for a thank you, reckon you've been there during my entire RP expereince of Defias Brotherhood. You're great guys!


Lok'tar Ogar! May the blood of the tribe flow strong in your vains orcs! For the Matriarch!

Vargosh were jabbing at the dummy, swiftly, with great motion.

His mind was in a completely different place, all he could think about was one, grom-damned, cursed she-orc.

She and her green slender skin, that purple bushy hair and blue eyes, as blue and mircalous as the Oasis of the Barrens.

He hated her, he loved her, he wanted her dead, he wanted her back.


He punched more rapidly, and with alot more force.

"I hate ye!!!"
He roured out and punched more fiercly.

All he thought about was those two pups, those pups that stopped him from having her.

He couldn't accept it, he couldn't believe it, all it did was giving him rage, all he wanted was to get rid off them.
They creep in his mind, they haunt his every step. For every step he take is alone, they are alone because the orc he loved, was not his, because of just those two fouled pups.

The pups of Osan.

That weak.. pathetic.. little orc, nothing but a mere punk, had barely experienced life!

No. It was all wrong, all against him. All was hate.

Suddenly he hears in the distance kids laughing and yapping, as he looked to his back, he saw two oprhan orclings run around playing.

The scene suddenly changed, he saw an image, it was two slightly larger younglings, Mok'Nathal pups.
Next to them was their mother, an she-orc so stunning in view most males would dry out, and howl.

This she-orc, looked at him and smiled, she waved for him to come to them.

But the image faded. His family, would never come to that. He had none.

None.

The word echoed in his head.

Vargosh let's out one of his thundering roars, deafning the entire valley.
He slams his fists together and smashes the Dummy in those pieces, tree shards scattering into the air.

Vargosh falls to his knees, looking down into his now open palms.

"What have become of me..?"

So, some of you might know this already.

And it's now official.

My worgen RP guild is ready, all you have to do is signing up if you're interested, or have a peak on our(my )homepage!

All Officer spots is sadly open. But I am trying to change that. If you are wanting to try my guild out, and even consider being an officer I can give you more insight info as if this rank fits YOU.

Link to the site --> http://thandros.webs.com/

[The Consuming Truth]

((Live with it.))

The Consuming Truth


"What could you offer him? Love? Care?!"

"Turgash, don't do it! Ye really want Vargosh to grow up like this?!"

"Bah, I be giving him the proper life! The one of a warriors!"

Turgash charges again, holding his one-hand axe ready, Smashing it into Magrokh's axe.

But as he does he had drew his dagger which is used to puncture the throat of the other Mok'Nathal.

Vargosh stares at his father, as he slowly falls to his knees, trying to block the blood flow.


~~


Vargosh comes back to reality, blocking the incoming attack just in time.

He roars, a thundering roar from the deepest part of his lunges. His roars had grown quite frightening the last couple of days.

Bashes his head into the humans, knocking it out.
He then stompts its face in.

Vargosh mutters to himself.

"He be right. Diffuse emotions is worthless in this world."

Vargosh leaps at the next humans that comes charging at him. Cleaving it in half with his giant axe.


In the distance four to five humans comes running towards him, as he prepares himself for the fight. He blacksout.


~~


"You pathetic cretin. Why are you wasting your life in the pitfights?!
Take arms! Fight our enemies! Join the orcs and their Horde!"

"Turgash, I be damned well doing as I please with me life!"

The Older Mok'Nathal looks down at the teenager Mok'Nathal, his nephew.

"Don't come to me when your life get's shit, pup."


~~

"Vargosh, snap out of it. She's a whore. I told you that already.
She's not worth it."

"But.. I.. she means so much fer me!
She made me better, not all about wa-"

"Are you daft?! Go to war, rise in ranks in the tribe.
Become a Rrosh-tul, I know you can."

"Aye.. I be.. fer ye Gnash!"


~~

Vargosh wakes up, lying on the ground, it's several hours since the humans came running at him.

As he peers around, he actually sees them lying there, dead next to him.

He rubs his head. Grumbling.

"What is happening.. Dreams of Gnash and me uncle.."

[The Memoriam of Gnash Bloodfist]

((Same as old thread.))

The Memoriam of Gnash Bloodfist

Gnash Bloodfist, the origin of his name be unknown to me.
But was it not unknown to me is that this orc, was an orc of honour.

He died for what he believed in! He fought for it, and will live on with his honour.
Knowing what he did. He had the spine to speak his mind. It be his duty to.

The higher powers be against it, but the orc stood his ground, for what HE believed in!

I be honouring yer name, friend. I be.

- Vargosh Rockfist of the Mok'Nathal

[The Memoriam of Gnash Bloodfist]

((Note that these are NOT IC writings, but yes, Vargosh has scribbled them down on parchments that he keeps with him.))

The Memoriam of Gnash Bloodfist

We have to find a better way
Out of this tragedy
As the battle rages on
Blood stains the ground we're on
My ears hear only screams
Brave warriors are dying
One Orc stands alone and shouts
This war is ours.
This war is ours!

Yes, I will see ye
Through the smoke and flames
On the frontlines of war
We have to find a better way
And I will stand my ground until the end
Until we conquer them all
We have to find a better way

Through the fire and the flames
A sea of dead, drives orcs insane
We march the fight into the cold
This is as far as it will go
The battle ends on top of here
This is where we conquer fear
On blackout armed with our axes
This war is ours!

Yes, I will lead ye.
Through the smoke and flames
On the frontlines of war
And I will stand my ground until the end
Until we conquer them all.

We will conquer them all!

[The Beast]

Due to recent events, this is what a certain Red Blader was driven to.

The Beast

Trees, bushes, rocks.  He ran and ran, avoiding and ducking.
His breath was quick and frigthened.

The cold night lashed him in the face as he ran for his life.


He could still hear the yells.. "Fall back..."
As he ran through the woods his mind went back to earlier.



A beastial roar deafened the men. What was this? They had come here to aid the wizards in their rebuilding and to thwart the undead threat.

But this was no undead, this was so much worse.


"Fall back!" He heard a comrade yell, as he started to run, a big mithril glad hand held him back, and a firm "No!" came through the deafening roars and yells.

It was the Captain.

An old man, yet strong and disciplined.
The man charged slamming his shield in the beast's chest, with little result.

The sword flew through the air swiftly, aimed at the head. But the beast managed to avoid it, yet its eye was sliced blind. But this was far from stopping it.

"Yaargh!" The Captain charges again, but this time the beast was ready. Grabbing him by his throat, lifting him up a few meters.

The Captain's face was inches from the beasts. Yet the man showed no fear.

The beast slammed the mans face into a rock. Crushing the entire skull. Blood poured out of the head, soaking the beasts body, it was as if the beast was smirking while doing it.
The Captain died with an inhumane twitch.



"Hhh...uhhh..hhh..."

He had to find a hiding place. He could hear the thundering roars behind himself. The yells of his comrades had ended long ago.

He was hunted.

He quickly swooped down behind a tree.

He clutched his arms around his knees. Everything had gone quiet. So quiet.
Not even the wind, nor the critters of the forest could be heard.

Nothing.

Then, heavy footsteps just next to him came, and the large beast walked past him, sniffing, and looking.

The man held his breath.

The beast kept walking to the opposite direction.


"Phew... So close." He covered his face in his knees.


"Rrrooaaaaaarrggh!"

The man looked up terrified. And there the beast was, the huge muscled beast. Its eye was red and vicious locked with a death grip at himself. The eye was showing no other signs than Bloodthirst, and hate.

The mouth filled with tusks and blood, dripping blood. The sight was the most horrible he had ever seen, no undead, no orc, not even the few demons he had seen, had looked that monsterous, that enraged, that horrifiyng.

It charged at him, he could feel how the giant hand grabbed his head and body. He gulped and prayed to the light, but in vain.

His head was litterally ripped off his body.

The beast watched how blood and entrails poured into the air and turned the ground red.

The blood sprayed the air, making it rain of red fluid.

The beasts let's go off the body parts. There they lie on the ground, soaked in blood.

It beast paints its own face with the blood.

It looks down at its own hands, covered in blood.


"It was never meant to come to this.. She be what prevented it..."

The beast roars a yell out. More deafening than any other.

"Grom-damn ye, I will have me revenge!"

Blood had been rended, humans had died. By the fists of Rock.

Leoroxx looks down at the newly arrived Mok'Nathal.

"I wear the tabard of the orcish tribe I spoke of..
But.. I am affraid.. I can not do this anymore.."


Leoroxx seems to be disapproving on yet another of his kin to leave and come back.

"And why is that..? Bloodrend."

Vargosh that is kneeling, looks up at Leoroxx.

"Leraisha..."

Leoroxx nods.

"I see.. you have finally realised then?"

Vargosh nods slowly, one can not tell if it was a tear or not that was sighted in his eye.

"I.. am too old for it... Too many years of ruthless slaughter, for revenge..
I.. My.. spirit can not take more.."

"You are always welcome home.. son. This is your people. And you only wanted to take up the fight at all those who threatened our people."

Vargosh stands up, nodding and gives a faint smile.

"Me want to settle down... I was never warrior..."

Vargosh salutes the Mok'Nathal leader and starts heading for a hut.

"Strength..is..Everything!.. Vargosh.."
"Vargosh ye make me life so much mor' exciting!"
"Lok'tar .. Ogar!!!"

The whispers of old memories lingers in his head. But one much more recent.. clings louder than the other.

"Have you not find any other mate then?"

Vargosh looks up in the sky, as if the whisper had come from a person, right now, as he looks up he can se a fading 'picture' of Mazguul.

He shrugs, and keeps walking.




OOC; Well, yarr, after the events last night I've given up on Roleplayers aswell as WoW. I've decided to turn Vargosh partly inactive, He'll only take part in RP events that does not involve PvP or PvE. I will use him for some HCing and dailies. But that is about it.
For the rest, I'll level my rogue to gank Alliance roleplayers once I hit 80. I'm sick of it.

I found this so hot Warcraft III UI.



http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh268/QwashQai/WoWScrnShot_081009_175325.jpg

As you can see, I choose to have Orc (The Horde) Theme.
But The Night Elven, Scourge and Human are also available.

Hello! A 'Zanti' /w me'd me about this as Koz wasn't online. I'll cope paste his exact words.

There's an upcoming WPVP event on 17th of July! Sign up on the Defias Brotherhood forums, the event will be held in Tarren Mill. IC rules apply. A Realmwalker inspired event! Be there! Invites will be by calendar to those who apply on Forums! /w me too!

"Me" being 'Zanti'.