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As those who were online last night might have noticed, Tirnak left the Tribe after a heated IC discussion with Kozgugore. My priveleges on the forums have been removed so I won't be posting a story about it on the IC forums, as I have no access.

But I just hope that people realize it was just that, IC. And I'll still be around, most who will want to, knows where to find me.  It was a good run, and it was fun meeting all the new Orcs! <3

See you all around!

I be needin' a few good Orcs to come with me to the Dwarven Lands this night!
Rumours tell me that something is a'brewin' in Dun Morogh, and I think we best go get an idea of what it be!

At the sound of the 8'th evening drum, the Orcs willing to come should meet me at the Ring of Valour.

Dress warm, and bring your sharpest blades. We be heading deep behind enemy lines!


OOC: So yeah. I'm just taking a gamble here, but thought it'd be fun to go on a wee scouting mission, to check out the Alliance version of what we have going on by the Echo Isles. Will hopefully muster 5-7 people. Should be enough, anywhoozle! The event is in the in game calendar. Do sign up, if you can make it and would like to come!

Tirnak got up from the bunk, looking at the naked, now sleeping, male lying with a fat smile on his face. She felt filthy.
She collected her clothes, cleaned herself up, and got dressed as quietly as she could, since the room had at least 10 other sleeping Orcs in it, each snoring louder than the other.It'd been a straining night, to say the least, and her entire body was sore. From the battle the previous night with Rargnasha, and also the nightly.. Escapades.
It was a cold night, the frost bit her skin as she left the Barracks, and her trusty Worg companion, Coco, was waiting for her at the gates.
Jumping into the saddle of her riding worg, she sighed deeply and rode off into the snowy mountains.

The early sun was kissing the ground as she entered Ice Crown, it was not a generous morning. The snow was crusty, and the air was crisp and clear as a gemstone. Tirnak looked down at Coco, smiling a sad smile.
The Worg shook her fur, and yipped encouragingly, Tirnak reached down, and patted the worgs broad head. She shook the reigns, and the worg moved hesitantly into the jagged mountain range that surrounds Ice Crown.
Both alert of their surroundings, Tirnak and the worg pricked their ears, listening intently for any little sound.

As they rode on, Tirnaks mind would stray to the previous night; the training with Rargnasha, and what happened after that at the Barracks.


She left Razor Hill with a bloodied face, and a -very- bruised up and battered face. But it'd been a good training session. she'd managed to make an
impression on the Nag'Ogar, and get some good punches in while at it. She suspected at least one rib was bent, but oh well. Nothing new in the life of a soldier.
When she reached the Barracks, the lads were already merrily digging into the mead kegs, and any orc withing 20 miles should be able to hear them.
Roaring, singing, yelling, brawling. The camp went a little quiet as she walked in, some new faces in the crowd had the guts to let out a whistle,
within a flash o a breath, each had felt an arrow or throwing knife pass an inch from their scalp and none of them ever did it again.
Tirnak went to her bunk, and laid down her armour, keeping on her cloth pants and shirt. She went outside and participated in the festivities.

Hours later as the fire was dying, most Orcs were either passed out in their bunk, or around the fire. Tirnak was sitting next to a broad, rough looking warrior.
The conversation was blurry, and didn't really matter anyway. It was not her goal to learn his life story, nor did she care about it. That was not what she needed him for.
She didn't need him to know her, her past, or her tribe. She needed him to do what he did next. He got up, and grabbed her hand, dragging her inside,
and threw her on his bunk. The next bit was a little blurry still, but there were two naked Orcs, a lot of grunting, sweating, biting and moaning.

The rest of the night was a blur of sweat, grunts, bites, moans and thrusts. She did not know his name, his rank or job. It didn't matter anyway.
During the 'act' Tirnaks mind was anywhere but with the Orc ontop of her. Past friends, lovers.. Few as they were. As he finished, he fell to his back,
and fell asleep instantly.

Tirnak sat up, wrapped in a bear-skin, and a tear trickled down her cheek. She was ashamed, scared and as lonely as ever.
"This is not the life of a Blood Guard of the Horde," she thought. "This is not what my Father would expect from the last of our Blood."
She shook her head, and laid down and closed her eyes. The dark brought nothing but nightmares of twisted creatures.


She was ripped from her daydreaming, as Coco howled, desperately trying to get control over the group of Scourge heading for Tirnak.


((Just a little.. Insight I guess. Nothing anyone would ever know IC, but I felt like writing it!))

It had been a long day, longer than most. Or so it felt. She felt heavy at heart, as the tread the steps of Grommash Hold that evening, for her weekly reports of Nagrand activities.

With a heavy sigh, she told Chenet, her newly aquired friend, and always hungry raptor to stay by the Armour of Mannoroth. Her feet felt ten times heavier than normal,working her way to the Circular room she had come to know so well. The reports were the usual, Alliance skirmishes, Ancestor's being more than unhappy,and making the life of the Far Seers of the Mag'Har somewhat sour. T
he Ogres were still a constant nuisiance, even Tirnak personally fought every day to keep them at bay,
but little did it help. They kept snatching an Orc every once in a while, which was that one Orc too many.

Eitrigg, to whom she had always delivered reports, pulled a grim face. He wasn't happy with the lack of progress. And he -knew- the Warchief wouldn't be either.
Thrall was a born leader, but he wasn't one to easy forgive when a task had been failed. And even if Tirnak held a High Standing with the Mag'har, she was close to even recieving their tabard,
he was not happy.

Eitrigg told Tirnak to go tell the Warchief herself, due to lack of good news lately. She nodded heavily, knowing this as a part of her task.

She walked up to the Warchief, knowing this wasn't going to be pleasant. And so did he seem to realise as she kneeled, before even speaking. And indeed, he wasn't happy.
And Tirnak was assigned to go to Nagrand till some sort of progress could be seen, take what it may. The Mag'har had to be aided.

Tirnak would dedicate a lot of time the coming seven moons to do this bidding.


(( Whoot, a petty try at making up stuff for me being away-ish while moving. Piccies added of Tir being yelled at. ))

As most people know, Dogar and I have bought a new apartment a few months ago, and now we're finally moving in! We're getting the keys on Monday (the 16'th) and will spend most of that week sorting stuff; New floors, painting, sorting out the old apartment, moving our belongings, etc.

Internets, TV and phone will be installed in the new apartment at the 19'th , but I will most likely be out of comission as such, for the week.

I know it's a crappy timing, but you GUSY will have to survive without my bitchfits :3

And here's how it looks:

For hours on end, she wandered the Barrens. She didn't want to realise what was most likely true. Kargur's words were spinning in her head: " 'e can't be dead! He's Feraleye!"
Never in her young life did she ever want to belive something this badly.  She kept hearing those words, and they kept carving deeper and deeper lines in her face.
Was he really dead? Was he just hunting? She didn't understand. He would usually not be gone this long, and nobody had seen or heard from him in days, even felt like weeks.

She sat, with a heavy thump, under a dead tree, near Ratchet. She watched the raptors below, meddling amoungst themselves over a piece of Zhevra,
untill the leading male came and straightened them out. She smiled to herself, shortly, as the male brought his nesting female a haunch of meat. Her thoughts took over.

'Balance in a pack is such a funny thing. It depends on so little indiviaduals to keep it. '

She lowered her head. Thinking about this council Drakash had mentioned. Maybe her time was here again, but she wasn't sure. She'd taken two blood Oaths the night she took her second Oath to the Tribe.
One for the Tribe and one for Kozgugore. Which one to honour now? She was torn. Should she set out, and search the worlds for Kozgugore, or should she stay put, and step up and do what she knows she does well.
Hours went by, and the moon travelled across the star littered sky. Even the beasts of the Barrens were calm now.

She nodded to herself, and got off her feet, and set back for Orgrimmar. She would need to talk to Drakash.

.. For a while

Heading to Denmark to visit my family, and going to a funeral. I am leaving in a few hours, and won't be back home till next tuesday, and prolly not back online till Wednesday, or Thursday.

So, behave when I'm gone, everybody, and if you need anything, my MSN/Hotmail is in my forum profile. And be gentle on Koz, only I can be mean to him, nyah nyah!

And.. Firemang, you'll be okay! You'll have Koz!

~Becky. the weird person who pretends to be Tirnak sometimes.

Here's a pic of  mine and Dogar's dog! Innit a beaut'?!



And here she is running around with Morgush's (Dogar's brothers) Amstaff, Misia.



As promised, Hakon! Enjoy!
Oh, btw! yeah, the name is Jaina <3


(Told you she was ugly )

Orcs of the Red Blade!

The time has come again, to shape up a bit. After a long talk with the Chieftain, we agreed this will be something I will be in charge of, along with Hakon.

I expect to see faces there, most of them uknown to me, as I have been gone for a while. None the less, I expect you orcs to be there, and bring nothing more than good intent and the ability to take orders. If you can't willingly accept Orders, you will be escorted off the premises, with a boot shoved up your backside.

In the neat future we -will- be launching attacks to the Alliance, as soon as I get my damned maps together, so that is why we need to start working now. We don't wanna lose any orcs in combat, now do we?

We meet at Razor Hill, when the drums have been beaten eight times past noon!

Yours Truly,

Blood Guard Tirnak Lynxclaw

Goodie! Now, 'Thursday the 27'th of March, at 20.oo server time, this event will take place. I hope people can show up with an open mind, up for some fun. That's all it is.

Thank you,

Tirnak


Edit: Note the changed date, due to another event being on that Sunday

Loial, if you're active in here, anyways... The squidface called Phaedri that wanted you to give her kitty a cuddle this morning... Was meeee!

I rolled a huntard instead of the druid, the name is Phaedri and... As a lousy joke, all my pets will named like Tirnaks were. So, I'm running around with a cat called Haloyakee

Hope y'all doing good!

And.. Grieshling... I miss j00 :<

All the best,

Becky, formerly known as Tirnak o/