Orcs of the Red Blade

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. ))

(( Poor tirrie. ;< ))

((Nice story and Thrall looks like he doesnt care much =D))

((Good story. And Thrall really looks like he is sulking. I wonder with what Tirrie offended him?))