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 sniff* "ugh...

ugh! Terrible... almost like... *sniff* Yes.. smells nice actually!
For a toad in heat!"
been long toad of this war...wait what?...long toad HAHA.. im tired.



Thats what a weird person would say! Haha..." She does her best not to laugh out loud. "HAHAHAHA! haha ha... haa!"

"I think the mushrooms are done." She snickers by herself.

"Ok... thats just silly.. calm down!" She clears her throat while looking at her cooking, a simple kettle with a few eggs boiling in hot water.

Her stomach reminds her how hungry she is but she bites her lips, knowing that the eggs arent done yet and a bird too soon could ruin the whole breakfast..or something stupid like that.a green ooze in the marshes.
Almost magical to look at nobody comes here... well at least untill... untill.. what was i saying...?"

"Just a little longer and i will have a feast!" err... yes.. feast.. thats what we were thinking.." Isnt thinking like this a bit stupid?...

"Yes.. feast" she convinced herself, while her stomach reminded her about the the emptiness that a few little eggs could do little about, her thoughts drifted about..

WoW... could write a whole book series about all this nonsense... wo-....






Looking over the valley of Orgrimmar from above she knew she was drunk as she wobbled like a fool. Yet she decided to take another drink. "What curse is this?!"
She discarded the thought as She looked down below at the orcs. Not just orcs but all kinds of new species to her, at least she's heard of trolls and goblins sometimes working for orcs,
... but Elves?!

"Wait...i remember... of course!... food... im so hungry!... I need some.."

"Meat!"
"For The Horde!" A roar nearly deafen her as they stumble across the gate to the other world. Thank your ancestors you brought your flask..
You try to get up...You see your flask and reach for it, least think you remember is a pain in your hand, like someone stepping on it or the frost... you're not quite sure.

A tent. The sky is obviously unfamiliar.

"ugh.." Remind me to never drink again."


I'll be hell if i do any of this alone again sober!"

"I need to stop talking to myself.."

Curina

Hey, sorry for a silly thread. Wondering about resubbing to WoW in an RP and funzies kind of sense maybe. I havent played in a year or two, has it been three?. It was the time when WoD came on?.. anyway, how's the game and the RP?

Just thought about for 15 minutes what else to ask... thats it. Those are my main questions i think.

Thanks for answering a silly question!

Rucarth/Cur/Guldujenu/Ragaresh/Krakus...forgot the rest.

Your thoughts?

Also hello, haven't seen you guys in awhile. When i read about ESO i thought about you folks immediately, eventhough i haven't seen you in almost a year. I suspect you have a place in my heart when it comes to these sort of things.


What is it for those who dont know: http://elderscrollsonline.com/en/news/post/2012/11/07/watch-the-introduction-to-the-elder-scrolls-online-video

Anyone got beta and wanna play around? it's fun playing, but more fun playing togerher

So, i've been struggling with the roleplay reason for orc monks. I would rather not be "trained by a panda monk". Not at first anyway. I want it to be a slow process I'm planning on making Ragaresh a monk when MoP comes.

Someone suggested Orc Monks would be blademasters in training. But then again when you think about it, Blademaster kind of cancels the idead of a monk since they are mostly a melee class, with fists, yes? Although they use 1 handed weapons and staves.

What suggestions do you have about the IC part of being an orc monk? Just go with being a Monk, being all spiritual with that Sha thing? Or go with something else? x_x

((Just a short story i thought i'd write while tipsy. Story is related to a request for Mazzguul to tell the future and fate of Ragaresh, he was given a task by her to find something from the highest peak in desolace so she can tell him what she can. Sorry for typos or silly way of typing, i get inspiration when drunk, but i write crappily))


"Travel to the highest point in desolace and gather flowers with green petals and red stems..." Ragaresh looks at Agar from his notes. The Eagle tilts her head at Ragaresh and looks at him with her bright yellow eyes, before continuing to adjust her feathers.

He sighs and puts away the parchment. He grabs his backpack and looks upon the large hillside before him. "Be carefull Agar, Centaur roam this valley, they even call it the valley of spears."

The night had fallen upon them by the time they entered the valley. The wind would blow dust from the peaks on top of them. Ragaresh felt something strange was in the air, but he kept going. He did not wish to fail the Highblade. He kept looking up at the hillside, looking for a good point to climb, but the hillside looked treacherous wherever they looked. "Do you smell that?.. Hide!"

Agar flew up and Ragaresh found himself hiding inside a crack or a small cave within the valley, he hoped the centaur would not smell or see him. A moment passed and a dozen centaur came running down the valley in a hurry. Filling the air with dust and the sound of their hooves. He waited another moment before sliding out of the crack.

As he stepped out, he felt relieved they had not seen him. He noticed his backpack had fallen to the ground as he ran towards the crack. He picked it up, and wondered why the centaur paid no heed to it... *swoosh* An arrow passed his head. A centaur came charging at him, it's spear aimed straight to his heart, eyes filled with fury and maddness. The half man, half horse charged at it's prey.

Ragaresh barely managed to jump out of the way, only a scratch on his arm, he felt his bow had fallen out of his back and was now laying next to him. He reached for it, but the centaur was too quick and laid it's hoof over the bow, cracking it in half. Ragaresh lay unarmed and on his back before the centaur, who was now raising it's spear, to make the final blow. Ragaresh looked at his opponent straight in the eye, accepting his fate.

Suddenly the centaur started waving around it's arms, roaring in pain. Ragaresh blinked in confusion and then he saw it, Agar. The eagle was poking the face of the centaur and defending her friend. Ragaresh was filled with pride as he stumbled up, but before he could get properly on his feet, he heard a crack. He felt his heart miss a beat and looked up, Agar's body was thrown aside by the centaur, who's face was bleeding all over, and one eye definately blind.

Ragaresh roared and jumped at the centaur with all his stenght and will, he cared for nothing but to cause pain to the centair and end it's life.

(To be continued :3)

OOC: The Honest Dogs Company and the orcs are yet to have an event together, i'd like to propose an operation. Time and date will be decided once i've contacted all those i was thinking of inviting. I talked to Rargnasha, but he seems very busy with his upcoming campaings. However he told me the first one is a few weeks away. So i thought, if possible, we could have this small event before your events. Sort of "get to know" event for the two guilds IC:ly. I was thinking of having an alliance guild, possibly winterblades as the defensive force, spread out throught the outpost as represented in the IC part. If you are interested, please do let me know.

IC:

The following letter has been appointed to any representative of the Orcs of the Red Blade. The letter contains the following:









-Daxarth

I've decided to quit WoW (again), well only this time i'm not quitting because the game is boring, or because i don't have time to play. Or because i got hacked now.

Your awesomeness was the thing keeping me still hopefull of the good people that are in defias, and that you are. Thank you.

Will keep it short etc. So quitting and that's that. good luck guys and have fun together.

(also concerning the hack, kick Dawiwo incase i can't get account back or can't be arsed to try anymore if they don't give it on the first attempt)

((Tried a new style of writing and i haven't really written anything about Dawiwo, not for the faint hearted! Hope it's not too emo, but whatever. ))

I scream. I scream untill my voice is nothing but a hoarse whisper. She screams too, begging me to help her, but i cannot. They are raping her and laughing at me. I want to die but i want to kill them first. I want this all to end. She looks at me with those teary eyes as they have their way with her, my beautiful daughter. I'm so sorry the world is so cruel i say with my eyes. They cut her throat as she looks at me and i look back, i whisper her name...

"Kiisha." I wake up in my bed in my bed in Orgrimmar, her name still slipping through my lips. Another nightmare. I feel my eyes are wet. I try not to feel anything. I push it out of my mind.

I look at the wolfmask next to my bed and wonder why i try, after twenty years they could be dead already, those men of evil. If they had not died by my hand, then there is no justice in this world. I have to forget this...

As i walk down the streets in Orgrimmar i notice a familiar sight, the auction house. Filled with orcs, tauren, troll, blood elves and.. undead. These forsaken ones, do they feel the pain of loss? They say they feel nothing, somehow this bothers me. I need to buy some water.

I walk to the inn, the innkeeper barely awknowlodges me as i say "water". She quietly accepts the coin i give her as she gives me the water flask. She never notices me, i wonder if i should bring some flowers one day. But then again, i am getting old for these sorts of things. What's that? a smile? first of the day for me. I wonder if i am the only one who counts my smiles.

I feel reliefed as the walls of Orgrimmar are left behind me, i see some of the orphanage children playing by farm near by. One of them looks at me and smiles as i walk past them. She looks like her...

I think of ways to fill my day before the tribe meeting tonight. I need more coin. That's what i'll do, try to get some coin. The leathershop would pay a little silver for some hides. Yes, i'll hunt some animals. I begin my hunt down south at the Thunder Ridge.

As i arrive i notice the thunder lizards. All peaceful and chewing the little grass there is on the ground. I look up and see the clouds. I am close enough. I look at the closest thunder lizard as it walks around slowly. I feel nothing as i reach out and ask the earth for a favor. I am not sure if i command it or ask it. But it happens, and then i feel it. It is a feeling of anger, perhaps loss as the rocks from the cliff fall down on to the thunder lizard, breaking it's neck. I sight and thank the elements in my mind.

I take out my dagger as i come close to the thunder lizard. It lays still, not moving. It's dead. I start to skin it slowly, i say out loud "Thank you". I thank the spirit of the animal, perhaps it can hear me, perhaps not. It takes me ahwile to skin it because the it's leathery skin is quite thick. I feel a slight tickle in my chest as my breathing gets heavy from all the work. I start to cough. Damn sickness, it will be the end of me. As i grab the hides they feel a bit heavy. It's not going to be an easy task getting these back, but i need the coin.

As i walk back with the hides on my pack, i feel something is not right. I feel excited as i turn around. A raptor, mere feets away from me ready to jump at me. My hands are holding the hides on my back, i try to think quickly. But i am too slow, the raptor charges at me, i drop the hides and get pushed on the ground by the raptors strong legs. However i manager to get my foot up for a kick on the raptors chest. It staggers slightly to the side as i gather myself. I take the knife from my belt. I look at the raptor in the eye. Now i am ready.

I let myself stay still untill the very last moment. I thrust my knife through it's head as it charges, but it manages to knock me over. I fall on my back as everything goes black.

The sun shy shines in Nagrand, the grass is green. I watch as she runs towards me laughing i cannot help but grin at her. She is so beautiful. She has her mother's eyes. As i open my arms to grabs her in the most tightest of hugs, she disappears. Something is licking my face...

"Gerrof!" The little boar runs off. It was licking the Raptors blood off my face. My head is aching, the raptors lifeless body is laying on top of my feet. I push it away and rip the knife out of it's head. My chest has some scratches, but nothing serious. I look at the raptor and give it a nod. I dont really know why, but i feel i must show him some respect. I look up, the sun has moved a lot. It must be night soon.. my lips feel dry as i take a sip from my water flask.

I don't think much as i carry the hides back to the leathershop. He gives me a gold coin for the thick hides. I say nothing and accept the coin.

I don't know the time. But i walk to the ring of valour. I notice the tribe is already there. I see them all gathered around the chieftain and his mate.

I bow at them, i don't think anyone notices. So i step back amongst the small crowd. I say nothing. They are all so very quiet untill the chieftain speaks. I don't hear much of what he says as i am thinking of the raptor. I must be going out of my mind as i think to myself the raptor was winking at me before it charged at me. I snap out of my thoughts as the chieftain calls all the new bloods to the front.

He asks me what i have been doing all this time. I say "A lot of things." what else is there to say. Truth is, i have done nothing but drink all my coin. Ale keeps the pain away. There is no good left in this world. I'm sorry the world is so cruel Kiisha.

(( Wiring a reason for Koira's absence and stuff, and a backstory to -maybe- coming back to wow or something meh.  ))


"I'll have another one, Guld-..janu? or something like that." said the orc, though mumbling halfway through the sentence.

The troll's laugh was almost belivable for his ears. "Dat be Guldujenu mastah orc." he said, still grinning while he went to grab a bottle of ale.

Koira took a moment to look around while waiting for his drink. The Salty Sailor tavern had not changed one bit in years. Still smelled of rotten fish and had almost no customers. He grinned bitterly for those thoughts as the troll pushed the drink for him. He wrapped his green fingers around the mug, looking through it in thoughts.

"What be on your mind mastah orc? I be knowin' dat look mon." Guldujenu said with a smile instead of a grin, which was the "serious" look of the troll.

Glancing lazily at the troll, he took a gulp from his drink. "You remember a thing called honor?" and regretted answering right away. grom-damn ale.

"Sure i do mon, dat be high ting amongst dem orcs yes?" the troll answered after picking up a random mug to clean, with his alarmingly dirty rag. "Dat be a ting i don' be thinkin' of mon, me kinsmon don' be tinkin' too highly of me works as dem barkeep ye know mon? Sure i be respecting dem mons who be deservin' dat, dem good hearted mons ye be knowin? I be not listenin to dem "superior race" tings, no, not Guldu's ting. But what about you mastah orc?

"Nevermind. Tis' the ale just talking troll." he said sighting.

"Don't worry mon. Let it out, maybeh ye'll forget what's bothering you's afterwards mon. Dis round be on de house." the troll said grinning.

Narrowing his eyes at the troll, he took another gulp from his drink. Some ale dripping down his beard.

"Alright, just between you and me troll, grom-damn ale (muttering), amongst orcs honor is part of our lives. We strife to honor ourselves and our family... But for my part, i have not been very honorable, now give me another grom-damn drink troll."

Guldujenu merely nodded and continued smiling, quickly refilling the mug. But at the same time, looking sharply across the inn for possible servicing.

"...i have..., i've not kept my promises, not shown proper respect, and i smell worse then you." giving a bitter laugh he drowned his face in to the ale, ale dripping all over his beard.

The troll cleaned his mug and looked at the orc with a faint smile. "Dem life be throwing us down all sorts of dem cliffs mon, but you be having to climb back up dem-"

"Don't give me that dung about "life is tough, be tougher". You go forgetting about -that- right away troll. That's for emotionally crippled tree lovers or those... whatever they are."

"Sure mon! Jus' trying to spread dem troll wisdom tings." laughing. "You be sounding like dem young elfies from dem silvermoon though mon. Don't be givin me dat angry look, yer be too drunk ter stand even. I be enjoyin' dem good customahs such as yerself mastah orc, but yer makin' -me- depressed, and dat be saying a lot mon."

After waving his hand dismissively "Ah, i did not understand half of that, but i don't need your sympahty. Though there is some truth in that. I'm not saying i'm going to take a bath, but i do need silver for your drinks, grom-damnit."

"Dat be true! Speakin' of dem silvah..."

Sweat dripping down his face Koira looked past the campfire at the Chieftain who was asking the one handed orc next to him to shed blood for the tribe.. with the tribe. They had just assaulted a night elf base west from the mainland of feralas after running and killing random camps of pigmen and centaurs and humans aswell all the way from crossroads. He felt glad he could still keep up, eventhough his knee ached still.

He looked at the one handed orc next to him who was holding the knife in his mouth, making a cut to his palm. This orc was ready to follow the tribe in to battle with only one arm! He felt ashamed of the thought, that the one handed man would somehow be less of a challenge to the enemy. He quickly shook off this thoughts, this orc had propably seen more battles than he would ever see and missing a limb would surely not reduce his vigor to fight. He actually started to admire the orc, eventhough he barely knew him.

Around the camp some of the older orcs, older amongst the ranks of tribe were holding off the nightelves that jumped from the shadows, trying to suprise them. To hold a ceremony at the heart of the enemys regiment. He chuckled in his mind.

Lost in his thoughts he suddenly relized the one handed orc was offering him the knife that was still dripping with blood. He took the knife and the chieftain asked him if he was ready to join the tribe in blood so to say...

A moment he pondered and glanced at the orcs around him. On his right there was an orc with only one hand and to his left was a shaman who did not enjoy slaughtering and she held a respect for the old ways. Yet both of them were willing to follow the tribe in battle. He took no second thoughts before he acknowlodged the chieftain that he would shed blood with him. He nodded to himself as he watched his blood drip from his palm to the fire between them. He had taken an oath bind by blood.


((Thought i'd write a small story about the event we had last night, was strange to write the first orcish thing ever, having been undead for nearly four years ^_^))