Orcs of the Red Blade

((As some of you might know, due to a dire cash follow problem I'm having to take a break from WoW soon. *peers at Koz wearing a party hat* But don't think this is the last you will hear from Nazkhur. I'm planning a series of letters from her to the tribe from her time on other duties. I'm hoping to do at least on a week, but no doubt it will drive me as insane as writing the Iron Guardian did so don't get your hopes up. Here is the first, to explain why Nazkhur is away..enjoy.))

Nazkhur stares at the Horde seal on the scroll before breaking it and unrolling the scroll. Her eyes scan across the words as she read.
"Grom damn it! 'em Grom-damn, flappie eared, flowerblooded, gits!" The pure temptation to rip the scroll up and throw it on the fire passes after a few moment of grumbling, and stamping of feet. Returning her gaze to the scroll she begins to read it in detail.

"Hail Nazkhur Iceblood of tha Red Blade. You have been picked out by Horde scholars ta have an understanding of tha Dwarven tongue and runes."
Pause for the moment and thinks, a small grin crosses her lips as she daydreams on ripping a tongue from a Dwarves mouth. Peering at the scroll again she continues.
"As such your skills are needed for the Horde. In four days time report to Conquest Hold in tha Grizzled Hills for orders. Tha Iron Dwarves might have wisdom that can't fall in ta tha hand of the Alliance. For tha glory of tha Horde and tha Warchief, yours....blah blah blah" The blah's rumble from her lips turning into a grumble as she finishes and looks down at her Red Blade Colours. "So much for duty for tha tribe."

((Sorry to hear this Naz just getting to know your Orc, nice idea about your reports though hurry back)).

Look forward to reading them if this is the standard you will be sending us.

((First letter will appear in a few days once my time is out. Most likely I will send them to Morgeth or maybe Koz and they will be leeked to the tribe that way.))

(( *Hides party hat* Oh! Eh. Shame! Oh, yes! No more rotti- Ahem. Did I say rotting orc? I think not!


Nah, really too bad to see you go so soon, Naz. Hope you enjoy your time out there in advance, and hopefully pop by again some day! If you need any help in terms of IC info or what not for the letters, do feel free to ask! It's certainly nice to see a member carrying on even out of game time. ;) ))

*Sitting in a corner of Conquest Hold Nazkhur finishes writing her letter and rolls it up before placing it in the ring that hangs from her Miniwings leg. With the letter firmly in place the bird flaps it wings and takes to the air. After a long journey the bird lands in front of Morgeth and waits for her to take the letter.*

Morgeth,
I know its only hours since I left tha meadfest at Booty Bay, but me now know why me been sent for. The Horde is planning to send a small force to the Storm Peaks. Seems their diggers have found something. They won't tell us what yet, but we are ta stay at Conquest Hold the next few days for trainning.

There are four of use that make us this "Red Rune Wolves", me and Orc called Nerak, a Tauren called Snowshatter (I not know his other name yet. Shaman seems to think he knows all), 'n' finally a flappie. I not know his name either and me not really care. Him already been put in command. Me not even sure if there is a wolf that will let itself have a flowerblood ride it.

Me will try and sneak back ta Hammerfall, but not easy ta sneak in full plate 'n' me not running back naked.

Blood 'n' Honour, keep pounding your way ta glory.

Nazkhur

((
Get that partyhat moving and get back in here you silly git!
))

*Nazkhur's Miniwing flaps above the Red Blade gathered Arathi before swooping down and perching on Morgeth's shoulder and using its beak to pull the letter from the ring on its leg. Unrolling the letter it is clearly written in dry blood*

Throm'ka Morgeth

Me hope that this reaches ye before tha killin' in tha highlands. I have news for tha Chieftain already. Tha dorfs have uncovered tha Ark of tha Vanir. This chest is made from Titansteel 'n' is marked with imprints of a She-Titan that looks to be holdin' something. We not know what it is or what tha Ark has inside, but tha dorfs seem to be keepin' this big secret. Thing is so heavy that it will take six dorfs to get it in to tha steam tank machine of theirs.
Special steam tank is bein' sent from Menethil, but might not arrive in tha Howling Hjord for least one moon. Tha dorf writtin' me have seen on this Ark seems so excieted tha me would think it contained an everlastin' keg.

Tha Red Rune Wolves will move out as soon as its dark. Me be happy when this over. Kilroggs bleeding eye me could kill 'n' eat tha flappie commander! Always yappin' on at me that him is strong 'n' she-elves want him. Me think he knows nothing of poundin'.

Stay safe 'n' strong sister. Kill some humans for me!

Pound yer way ta glory!
Nazkhur Frostflayer

*Shooting the miniwing an annoyed glance, Morgeth shakes her head as she sits down to answer the orc's letter. Choosing ink over blood, she scribbles down her response.*

Throm'ka, Nazkhur!

I am currently in Hammerfall, arranging the last bits before we are to meet with the trolls and strike against the humans and their alliance. It feels strange, for someone like me, to move in such a fashion, but I suppose this is the hour of the wolf, and not the lone orc.

An everlasting keg sounds like good news, especially to the likes of Osan and Bugor. I will tell the chieftain that you are doing well, and about your discoveries, to which I am sure he will give a grumbling response.

As for the flappie, I would give you numerous suggestions, but as flappies go they usually don't respond very well to orcish logic. Something with their brittle body structure, I suppose. Anyway, I do not have to tell you to not take any crap from the mongrel.

I have a feeling that Bugor is missing you. He had the saddest look on his face earlier. It was either that, or he has got another one of those vile stomach aches.

This is about as much "useful" information I can give right now.
I will make sure to send you a message after the battle.

Stay strong and keep pounding until sore, my sister!

Morgeth

((*sniffle come back soon! ))

*Nazkhur sits beside her fire at their camp in southern part of the Storm Peaks. As she read she grins before folding the letter up and taking a fresh peice of parchmemt from her bag and writing*

Morgeth,
Me hope this letter finds you alive 'n' not too sore after much poundin' in tha Highlands. I'm sure that Bugor had gas rather than missin' me, should run round Hammerfall a few time ta fix it.

Tha Humans slaughtered or did tha Trolls let tha Horde down?

No big news here, me sittin' in snow, waitin' for dorfs to move. Snow storm seems ta be commin' soon so best tell tha tribe ta look out here.
Me not been able ta find anything on this Ark of Vanir other than what dorf letters says. Me would think there would be a Ark of Aesir as well, but me find nothing. This smells like a trap ta me, maybe dorfs be lookin' for a fight? If them are me give them one, if them not, me still give them one! Can't be lettin' you have all tha pounding

Blood, honor 'n' much pounding!

Nazkhur

*looks over Morgeths shoulder and mumbles at the writing* Bugors bellys fine!

*Reading the recent letter, and trying to fend off Bugor with a snicker, Morgeth turns to write her reply, shaking her head as she does so.*

Nazkhur

The fight was interesting, but I would not dare call it a victory. Our number wavered, especially on the trolls part, but I guess their many shouts and put-down words made up for that. It was no terrible loss, as the humans got to keep their ruins, but we did not loose a single orc to those pink-skin lines.

I am afraid however that Grutal was spotted amongst them, now as a draenei of sorts. I do not confess to know anything about it, but in the end she can be considered no longer a part of the tribe, but rather having sided with alliance.

I hope that they listen to your insticts, should this ark prove a trap of sorts. And as for fighting, I bet you bring it a buckedload to those who deserve it! Your pounding will no doubt prove legendary.

Speaking of which, Bugor has finally confessed to missing you, telling me that you make knights "look good". Males. They don't even know how to properly adress such things. Oh, well. Nothing a few good blows to the head won't take care of. He tells me to write that his stomach is fine, but I have my doubts. Or rather - my nose has doubts.

Osan yaps about his chicken, Kozgugore grumbles, Norviskrall worries, Loial kisses his muscles, Claws seems to know something no one else does, Bugor tries to mount the walls, and I am being my perfectly fine self. I hope that you dazzle the elf with your wit, personality and blunt weapons.

Strength, honour and pounding!

Morgeth

*A Horde Courier rides upto Morgeth and offers her a letter before jumping from his wolf and lifting a large wooden crate from behind the saddle and placing this at Morgeth's feet before remounting and riding away. The letter is sealed with the mark of the tribe. Breaking the seal on it, the letter reads...*

Morgeth,

This letter be important ta tha Tribe as well as tha Horde. After me wrote ta you, tha camp was sent a warband from Warsong Hold. This was a Mag'har Bleeding Hollow warband led by Hakrim Jawsmasher. Them had been sent ta support us after they hear dorfs be prepared ta fight. As tha snow started ta fall we dug into the earth to make shelters from elements or Alliance.

When sun came up this morning tha snow had stopped, but tha dorfs had encamped on tha cliffs above us. It was 'en that them start. 'em rained down a storm of mortar shells on us. We could only stay in shelters as 'em dorfs pounded us.

Thirty eight Bleeding Hollow were killed 'n' twenty more wounded. Nerak of the Red Rune had his legs 'n' left arm ripped off, 'n' me got coated in sharp metal. I lucky that me know 'bout blood runes so me not even have a scar from it.

After shelling me, Hakrim 'n' flappie climbed up tha cliffs 'n' killed some of tha dorfs before we had ta run. Me was able ta grab some of them shells that them dorfs used.

We know back at Agmar's Hammer for now, but me have looked at shells. Them are marked with runes, Death Knight runes. Some have red blood ones, others blue frost 'n' even some green unholy ones. Me will send you them ta show others, but if dorf knights helping Alliance them could turn attack Highlands.

Me not surprised Grutal be with Alliance 'n' this might be why attack not work well. Them might have known already. As for Bugor, me not understand him, but me not try ta understand tha males, me just pound.

Blood, honor 'n' poundin'

Nazkhur.

*inside the crate are three normal looking mortar shells, but each is marked with a different rune. One in red, one in blue and one in green.*

*Nazkhur's miniwing arrives with a new letter*

Throm'ka Morgeth,

Me have not written for sometime because of much secret work. After sortin' tha Pyres for tha fallen at the storm peaks, me, Hakrim and Adris (our flappie) headed to tha Howling Hjord. There we headed towards Valgarde 'n' was sneaky enough to get on-board one of their fancy boats.

Tha three of us are now back in Khaz Modan 'n' there are more of tha mortar shells at their port of Menethil ready to be sent either ta Northrend or maybe to help Humans in tha Highlands.

I've heard lots of noise 'bout tha Wrathgate in dragonblight, maybe Humans makin' trouble or something else. We will be deep in dorf land till maybe tha turn of tha year, so bette' have a many winter veil drinks for me...'n' even more pounding.

Blood, honour 'n' pounding

Nazkhur

Lok'tar Nazkhur

My heart aches at the sight of your words, and especially at the grave loss of so many orcs. It prides me that you are able to write me this, as it is a testament to your strength and skill. I have passed the shells to the chieftain, who will no doubt give you his own words on them.

I am afraid that I will have to remain on a serious subject, as you yourself mentioned Wrathgate. The battle for it, is considerably lost. I watched from afar with Kozgugore and several others left in charge to guard the camp close to it, as a large number of horde and alliance met up to deal with the Lich King I suppose you know better than most.

A betrayal from within thwarted every attempt, but not before Saurfang the younger fell victim to that pointy-hat-wearing piece of crap.. *The writing briefly trails off into a smudge*.
Anyway. It seems that part of the forsaken have allied themselves with that large demon that Sylvanas held as a pet, and have developed a new plague to eradicate not only the scourge, but also the living. The assault ended in despair, as the plague hit our own troops. Many lives were lost, in both our own lines and the alliance.

This has opened up for a new hatred between our fractions, and whilst I might not fear their retribution in one way, I do feel that I have a family to protect. In both respects to my pup, and this tribe. I do not long for more human blades to fend off, especially not with undead so close to our noses. Whilst the king of the humans believes it is the Horde as a whole that are at fault, we know about the "rogue" part of the forsaken - we even had to fight them for hold of the Undercity - but I suppose telling them about it will be a task in its own.

Actually Kozgugore and an elf from the Fraternity - or something along the likes of it - are working to have some peace talks put together with these alliance. Needless to say, this could end very badly, but I try to have some hope in that they can't all be utter morons. Has got to be some lighter side to it, no?

Casting a no doubt strange light beside all this be winter veil, which is causing me to hear more grumbling than usual. There are goblins giving out gnome suits to anyone who enters their strange machinery, and folk tossing snowballs everywhere. I have no doubt you would enjoy yourself here, and I will keep some of the booze and balls for you to toss and drink later.

As for understanding males, I might have to take your advice there. Trying to understand often leaves me speechless, or at least with a headache. I have tried to educate Norviskrall in the simple fact that females are not some soft-hearted beings that need his hugs or silly caring, but I think the damned orc just wants to wrap me in a blanket and feed me hot soup.

Bah. This letter be a long one, because I will be going away for five days or so, to have myself some proper thinking and rest. These magics are vile, and with all this fighting I want to keep a clear head. That be said, I suggest you direct your bird to Kozgugore, Bugor or anyone remotely capable of answering letters - maybe not Norviskrall, then you'd only get "ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE OKAY?!" in return.

You can obviously still send me letters, might just take me a bit longer to answer them, and I seriously doubt you want to see me write about my intake on Nagran'd beautiful nature, or how loud the talbuk roar (or whatever they do) as they chase me up and down the hills.

You are missed, my sister. Your voice and blade alike.
Keep on pounding - there will be songs about your glory.

     Morgeth

*reads the letter with a mix of anger and amusement before taking out two sheet of parchment and begining to write in her own blood*

Throm'ka Morgeth,

Tha news from tha Wrathgate is worse than me could think. Seems we are in a new kind of war, tha kind without honour. Those that died there died as heroes even with that Grom-damn cowardly attack.

Tha Alliance better keep their yapping holes shut after what they did to us in tha Storm Peaks. It pains me that me can't be there to do more for the Tribe in these dark times, but Orcs like ye 'n' our grumpy Chieftain me know that tha Red Blade can make it through anythin'.

Peace with tha Alliance is a stupid idea if ye ask me. Them are too sneaky to understand what the really meaning of peace is. Me remember something a wise Orc once told me during the First War. I asked him what he would do once this war was over. He said he would prepare for tha next one.

With all this trouble me is glad that ye can have some time away in Nagrand. If it is for rest or for huntin', it matters little tha rest is needed at times or how else can ye keep on pounding?

Tha only Orcs that understand She-Orcs are the ones with mates 'n' even then most of them struggle alot of tha time. Me worried 'bout Norviskrall. Him seemed to be sniffing around Claws like a worg in heat. Me only worried that Claws will slip something in to his mead or a knife in ta him.

Me will make sure tha Chieftain is kept up to date with me work in Khaz Modan.

Enjoy Nagrand 'n' gud winter veil, my sister.
Honour, Glory, 'n' Pounding, I see them in ye.

Nazkhur.

*folds the letter up and takes the other sheet of parchment*

Lok'tar Ogar Chieftain,

Me have heard of all tha trouble tha Horde has been having 'n' that Morgeth has shown ye the shells me stole.

Only news me can give ye at the moment is that the shells that were at Menethil have been moved, but not all to Northrend. Half tha crates were load on-board one of their fancy-ass ships. The rest are being taken by road, we think to help Arathor. We'll destroy the shippment before it reaches them, me word on it.

Tha Horde will need to recover fast from this Forsaken revolt 'n' peace might be something to by the time, but me sure it won't last. Them Humans 'n' Dorfs wouldn't know honour if it was standin' in front of them, dancing like a flappie.

Blood 'n' Honour

Nazkhur

Throm’ka Iceblood,

Morgeth told me about your letters and some of the news from the cold front. There be little news from Nagrand, however. The lass tried to string her own bow â€" and failed miserably, at that â€" and generally seem to be enjoying her little rest from all the action in the field. I have a feeling the events at the Wrathgate got her mind a little upside-down. She be a strong orc, but is not used to the more mundane strains a war can bring with it, considering her past. The peace and quiet here will do her more good than she realizes herself.

I received the crate of shells you sent. But I be ripped apart if I know what in Grom’s arse to do with them. Never liked them noisy boomsticks meself, and I know even less of dwarven magics or materials. I sent a few pieces of the whole deal to a friend in Orgrimmar who might know more of it. I will let you know if he knows of anything.

I heard of some of the crazy things you be facing there. So don’t you get yourself torn to pieces by some cowardly shell or magic or whatever be more like it. Unless you want me to come down there and drag your icy arse out of there meself. I be damned if an orc like yourself comes to such an end. You deserve it as little as the orcs who died at the gate. A damned waste of good warriors and orcs, that be. I know not all of the Forsaken be to blame. But I be damned itching to wraps me fingers around them bones and snap them to little pieces.

Still, these be times we should do anything we can to make amends. At least for this orc it is. I reckon this idea to contact the Alliance leaders for talks be as useless as it sounds. I know most orcs no doubt disapprove of it, and I can hardly blame them. Still, these be things a chieftain should try. At least the Horde will not be to blame, should it come to a war this time around. We will have at least given them a chance to kneel, before we march south and rip them all to pieces.

I no doubt have taken up plenty of your time by now. But know the Horde be at your side at all times. We will send a party all the way into those freezing mountains if need be. Stay strong, and for Grom’s sake, would you stop worrying about Morgeth’s pounding. I have a feeling she be provided well enough as it is.

Iron in the blood, Nazkhur.
Kozgugore Feraleye

Throm'ka Chieftain,

Me have no doubts that ye can take care of Morgeth, but me would still prefer to be round a campfire with the Tribe than sitting in tha snows of Dun Morogh. Least Nagrand has better huntin', even if Morgeth isn't tha marksman ye are.

Tha shell shippment that was heading north has been destroyed 'n' we have moved deeper into Dorf land. Hoping ta spend Winter Veil at Kargath, but failin' that me'll steal mead from tha Dorfs.

What happened at tha Wrathgate changes nothing for me. Only people ye can trust in life are Orcs 'n' even them some ye can't. I'm glad that none of tha Red Blade got hit by that plague them no good bags of bones cooked up. There be no need to worried 'bout me getting killed here. Died once in Khaz Modan, not planning to do so again 'n' if me do, me will go out with such a blast even Osan wouldn't forget it.

When me have something useful to write me will, but now most of tha Dorfs are drunk(er) cus of Winter Veil. Be sure to pass on me greetin' to tha tribe in this cold 'n' snowy season.

Me would say to stay strong, but me know ye, Morgeth 'n' tha rest of tha tribe will. As for pounding, me is only following in yer words 'n' much pounding will there be for any true Orc!

Blood 'n' Honor,

Nazkhur Frostflayer

Throm'ka Frostflayer,

It has been a while since I last got meself to send a letter. But then, it be hard to write anything interesting with whatever few happenings as of late. Things be awfully normal and quiet in the tribe. Even the Alliance be keeping quiet for the time being. Which makes things only worse if you be asking this orc. Whenever them be not attacking Horde settlements, them be brooding one thing or another. The waiting be always the worst.

The season celebrations be as crazy as you would imagine them to be. We held a little party in the Silvermoon square only a day ago. So at least we be rid of them crazy celebrations for another year. Seems some particular orcs were starting to take an interest in shoving snowballs in each other's necks.

Let us know of any progress out there if there be any. It has been some time since we last had word of you. Reckon it be hard enough as it is getting some proper messages to get through to a land like that. So far, there be no news from the researcher in Orgrimmar.

As for Morgeth, she seems to be doing just fine. The stomach be growing larger and larger. Turning out to become quite the ogre by now. I doubt it be much longer until we see that kicking rascal coming out to greet us with a good snarl or two. I just pray we won't be sitting in some war or another by that time. Knowing humans, it may well be coming up soon enough. We had no response about our little diplomatic talks just yet.

Take care out there, Nazkhur. We know you will bring honour to the tribe out there as much as you would back here.

Kozgugore Feraleye

*Written in blood on the parchment it reads*

Lok'tar Ogar Morgeth 'n' Kozgugore,

Me not surprised things have been silent. Thing most of the Alliance has been too busy with Winter veil to fight. Makes you wondering if they are serious 'bout war. Me think they just want a chance to show off their fancy ass armour. Me is sure..

*The writting suddenly stops and a faint groove is left in the parchment where words should be. Below this is a large rune drawn onto the page that now seems to glow.
Touching it a small spirit figure of Nazkhur appears and sits down on the page. She is dressed in full armour but is coated in a thick layer of ice. After a few moments the figure starts to speak in her normal tone*

"Me hope this hasn't shocked yer too much, but its so Grom-damn cold 'ere that even me blood is freezing when it leaves me body. Me think that tha Alliance will wait till warmer times before movin'."

*Nazkhur looks to the ground at her right before looking back at you.*

"'earin' ye have been in Silvermoon makes me glad I was out 'ere, even with all that has happened. Adris went missing two days ago during this blizzard that has kept us on tha side of Ironforge Mountain. Me have no doubt he's either dead or surrendered to tha Alliance, but this isn't that only tragic event that has happened."

"Last night Hakrim Jawsmasher froze to death. Dying like that isn't tha way for any Orc to meet death, shelterin' from tha elements 'n' hopin' to survive. He might be a Mag'har Orc, but hes also a Bleeding Hollow 'n' it pains me to admit that I can't do a pyre for him 'ere."

"Me must ask tha tribe for its help in this. Me'll be movin' off this mountain soon 'n' headin' to a place called Misty Pine Refuge. There should be an Argent Dawn agent there, so I can at least melt this ice. Little north of tha refuge is a waterfall that has frozen. If me put Hakrim's body within tha ice of this, me would ask that tha tribe sends a patrol out to get him 'n' give him a funeral pyre that he earned in life."

"No doubt tha Alliance will be on their toes so ye will need ta keep edgy. Worst of all sounds as if me'll miss tha birth, but me'll leave somethin' with Hakrim. Somethin' I made when me hoped that one day I would have a pup."

*Nazkhur stands up 'n' the ice coating her starts to shatter. As she pulls herself upto her full height, Naz lets out a large roar*

POUND YER WAY TA GLORY!!

*With that the figure fades back into the rune*


((As a possible event for the tribe I'd better fill in the details. The body of Hakrim will be frozen into the bottom section of the waterfall at misty pine refuge in Dun Morogh. He will be already dressed ready for the pyre.

On his chest will be a bundle of green cloth that bears the mark of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, this is bound with string and had a label that read "For Morgeth's pup".

Inside the bundle will be a simple orcish doll in white cloth. However its left arm has the clan mark of ever major clan that stayed on Draenor during the second war. The right arm has the Clan marks of all the Clans that were on Azeroth, excluding the Frostwolves. The back of the doll is covered with every minor Clan within the Horde, these include such clans as the Redwalker, the White Claw, Clan Redblade, and the Frostwolves are hidden among these. "Power to the Horde, Glory to the Clans" is written on the belly of the doll in Orcish.

Nazkhur won't be at the refuge as most of you have worked out by now, but she has been and not too long ago. I'll leave when or if you do the event up to you. enjoy))

(( I love it! Your sorting out events and your not even in game! Sounds really exciting to me! I good old treck to Dun Morgugughuguhug... Not done it in awhile! Bring on the gnomes! I'll need to screenshot my little RP description about my weapon. Its a nod in your direction ;) ))

*Bugor peers over Morgeth shoulder, trying to read the letter that has been sent and catch whats making the glowing!*

((I'm not sorting events, I'm making work for others :P Also helps prove that I'm not slacking just because I'm not playing.

Think that event setting for me at the moment is something I can do, even if I'm going to get the feeling of being that big hand in the sky from warcraft 1-3.

Do my bidding! *pokes with finger*))

*As she starts scribbling her response, Morgeth looks over her shoulder, and grunts at Bugor*
"Grom-damned, orc! Why don't you write 'er a letter o' your own? Y'pinin' some some heated dog."
*With a snort of amusement, the young warlock then turns, and starts writing her answer.*

Nazkhur

I am glad to be able to write you again, even though your last message brought such sad news. I have asked the chieftain to be allowed to accompany the orcs who will come and bring your friend.. home. Was that other feller - Adris - ever found?

How are you then, sister? Many new orc have been joining the tribe, and obviously almost each and every one of them be male. I only have Claws, and this shaman named Varughka, that fill my ears with some good, female chatter.

Last night some strange orc brought news from a supposed 'master' - news that I did not fully understand. Something about an orc among us, and a mask that had never been lost, about a female lying. I am confused, and thus I will not give you any vague theory about what it might mean, but rather wait until I can give you some proper insight to what be going on.

I be well rested from Nagrand now, and feel that I be ready to fight, but this damned stomach is getting heavier by the day. This pup will be as big as Gruulg when it comes out. Writing that just put some very disturbing images into my poor head, so I best finish this letter quick. Bugor is oogling the writing as we speak. Damned sneaky orc.

Fight well, sister.
Pounding glory awaits us!

   Morgeth


((That event-thing makes me happy orrk. I am very impressed by it. *swoon*))

*Nazkhur's Miniwing arrives with a new letter. Opening it there is nothing written but the large rune in the middle of the page. As before you touch it and a small figure of Naz appears and bows*

"Throm'ka Morgeth, glad hear from ye again 'n' that ye, tha Chieftain 'n' Bugor got me last message."

*the figure lets out a hearty chuckle*

"Now onto matters of importances. There 'as been no sight of Adris 'n' me can only guess that he froze to death 'n' was eaten by one of tha wolves or bears around."

*Sighs and shakes her head*

"That mask yer mentioned makes me think of only one thing. Was somethin' me read when I was readin' 'bout the tribe. Maybe the Wolfking's mask. Should speak with Norviskrall, he has spoke with him before.

Makes me glad to know that the tribe is still growin' 'n' the fact that so many male Orcs are joinin' when me is away, proves that it takes many male Orcs to replace one She-Orc."

*Naz grins and flexes slightly*

"Even if them no gud for yappin' with they can be of use. Gud to hear that yer back from Nagrand anyway. Get any big kills out there? The Chieftain was sayin' ye were havin' trouble with yer bow. Me not understand bows 'n' guns, makes it seem like yer too afraid to get close."

*Takes the polearm from her back and slams in into the ground, this makes the parchment tremble*

"Me is sure yer pup will be nothin' like Gruulg, just got to hope that it not grumble as much as Kozgugore does. If the pup has yer brains 'n' looks 'n' Kozgugores brute strength then ye have nothin' to worry 'bout.
Me'd be worried it will be born with a wolf mask on 'n' closely followed by a worg.

If ye can carry the weight to Dun Morogh 'n' back ye must be brave. If it was me, me would stay back in Durotar 'n' make me mate do all tha sweatin'. Gud to know that the Red Blade will come for Hakrim, I'm leavin' tha refuge today.

Seems the Red Rune Wolves have failed already. There is nothin' out here but lot of snow. I'm on the move, can't say where to yet cus me isn't sure. Its somethin'...somethin' me have to find out if its true."

*Naz returns her polearm to her back*

"Me not sure if Bugor can write, but him might spend me soap on a rope if he can't.

Blood, honor 'n' pounding, me sister"

*The figure of Naz fades back into the rune.*

*Bugor mumbles all the while wrapping up a soap in a rope and writing on the front of the parcel:
'Bugor can bloodey well write!'*

*unwraps the soap on a robe and smiles at the message before taking out a peice of parchment and writing a short message*

Throm'ka Bugor,

My thanks for tha soap. If yer got more to write, as it seems yer can then bloody do it. Gets lonely out here, with no Orcs to yap to 'n' any of tha tribe can write to me, even if Osan only likely to be able to send a drawin' of him 'n' his chicken.

Blood 'n' Honor

Naz

*With a low grunt, Morgeth slumps down to drag a hand over her green face, before she starts writing her latter*

Throm'ka, Nazkhur

I hope this letter finds you in good health and in no more trouble than necessary. As I told you before, we planned to engage in some peace talks with the alliance. We met with them yesterday, in the gobbo-place called Everlook and had some proper words. Or well, maybe not so proper. It seems that they are much too keen to pin the guld on us. There will be no peace, so needless to say, we have to keep our ears and eyes open more than usual.

I am not afraid of them, but I was hoping for some peace in which to properly raise my pup. War has never been part of my life to such an extent, but I can somehow tell - maybe from the look in the eyes of such as yours and Kozgugore's - that it is not an easy thing to have. Now I must make sure to keep alive. Not only for my sake, but for the pup, and the chieftain. He has already lost so many to war, and even though I never doubt his strength, I am afraid that it might be hard on him, should many good orcs meet their end here.

But I will not be gloomy about it either. No doubt the alliance have their inside bickering - it sure seemed like that yesterday - and there will not be an attack by a full army. Just like us, I expect renegade fractons to try and pick up the battle axe. Needless to say.. we will be ready for such actions. And in the midst of all that, we'll continue to beat the crap out of that pale dog of a lich king, and pound or way to sweet glory.

As for the tribe, it is growing and keeping strong. The only things that worry me are the words about the mask that I mentioned earlier. I am hoping that we'll find a way to look into that more, and that it's not a thing forgotten. The mentioning of that particular she-orc makes me question alot of things, and as I write this, I realise that I'll have to speak to the chieftain about further.

On another note, Norviskrall has gone quite the batshit crazy lately. He is always in wolf form, speaks of orcish life like it doesn't ineterest him, or at least plagues his "pure" mind. He wrote me a letter, plainly asking for help, and then - when I brought it up - said that he didn't want help. That I had percieved it as such due to my "ego". Apparently the words "I need help" are somehow different within his thick, shaman skull. I wouldn't be surprised if he twirled off to join the spirits, which is something that disturbs me greatly. I do appreciate the orc, but he just twists my nerves like nothing else. Must be the fact that he thinks me a child of sorts. Bah.

The stomach is as large as ever, if not even more, and tomorrow I will go to Mulgore and speak to a couple of cows in that small village, so that they might give me a proper date or something. I reckon it will be a few months from now, but since I have never given birth before, or witnessed a proper birth at that, I feel that I might need some advice not coming from Bugor, Osan or Kozgugore. Then it's all blank stares and slight drool.

I hope that you are doing well out there,
and I know you bring glory to yourself and the tribe.

Most of all, I wish you to return soon.
If war comes, I want a sister at my side.


                  Blood, pounding and honour
                         Morgeth

*The letter is rolled up and held in place by a length of leather cord from which hangs a black diamond. The diamonds face is carved crudely with a red cross that leans towards the right. At the centre of the cross is also another rune. You haven't seen it before but it has a familiar sense to it.*

Throm'ka Morgeth,

I'm in good health, strength 'n' without trouble other than them in me mind. Me can only wish ye the same or better from what I read. The idea that there can be peace is something that is wasted. Azeroth isn't Orcish 'n' the Alliance won't be happy until we are wiped from it, that is tha cold truth.

Like me 'n' Kozgugore many Orcs in the tribe have seen war before, many will speak of victory 'n' glory but ye are right to think that it isn't easy to bear. Me have seen families of Humans burned alive in their farmhouses during the First War, I have slaughtered helpless Humans at Havenshire without mercy or pity because of the nagging voice of that Human whelp.

The weight of the lives of the Orcs will sit on Kozgugores shoulders, me feel he knows that there is no glory in death, only that its better to die fighting to survive than to surrender 'n' die in shame. As for me, me just wish to do all I can for Orcs who deserve to live, Orcs like ye, Kozgugore 'n' many others in the tribe.

Me think ye should be worried 'bout Norviskrall. If him is 'batshit crazy' as yer think he is, him could do somethin' stupid in war 'n' risk the lives of other Orcs.

Me must ask if there has been any news on Hakrim? Me know the tribe is bein' kept busy by tha yappin' Humans but I would hate for him to be forgotten.

Now onto important things. Askin' a male Orc for advice on birth would be like askin' tha undead to do somethin' 'bout their stink. I have seen a birth before but it was many years ago. Me would like to write that it is easy 'n' no trouble, but it would be a lie. Me remember that there was plenty of effort and even more pain. This is part of the reason behind the necklace sent with this letter.

This might be of use to ye at the birth if not in battle. Tha rune is a blood rune. I've crafted it so the energy inside it can heal flesh 'n' more. The pain will be all but vanish from tha person who uses it, tha problem being it is passed to me. This might work only once or twice to the hour, so use it only when ye feel yer must.

No worry 'bout putting me in pain, reminds me I'm still alive 'n' that me have a duty to ye 'n' tha Tribe.

Me'll try 'n' be back for the birth, but me doubt me will. As for war, me know that ye will do the tribe proud 'n' that glory will be pounded to.

I'm at yer side always, in spirit if not in flesh. Stay alive 'n' well me sister.

                            Blood, honour, 'n' Poundin'

                                      Nazkhur

*A crude piece of leather is bound with yet another soap on a rope. You unroll it to find a letter*

To Nazkhur

Bugor said he could write, not that he likes it! Hows the fight goin'? Yur well...?

*there is a few scribbles as if Bugor is thinking what to write*

Hope yur find yur elf. Stay strong.

Bugor

Throm'ka Nazkhur,

It pains even me to write that Morgeth be unable to send you a letter herself. I be sure she told you of her plans to travel to Mulgore, see how the pup be coming along. It turns out the tauren think it be no more than two or so months until it comes kicking its way out to greet us.

But that be not all of it. As we stuck around in Bloodhoof village, word reached us of a small Alliance army raiding the southern Barrens, fighting them way through Camp Taurajo, we orcs pulled back to Thunder Bluff to gather our forces and prepare for whatever battle that be waiting to face us. When we finally headed out with plenty of orcs, Bloodhoof was already razed and defender and civilian alike run through. We eventually tracked them to the heights of Red Cloud Mesa, and it was there that we made our clash with the Alliance.

Them were already weakened and thinned in them numbers. But still plenty to put up a fight for whatever few orcs we gathered. A few ran, being the unorganised Alliance forces them are, but we caught up with most of them as the cowardly possums tried to -run- their way out of Mulgore.

We saved whatever there be left of Mulgore. But that wasn't enough for me. Morgeth laid bleeding by the side when we ran down the last few running soldiers. A spear hit her in the side... I don't

-the following paragraph seems to have been crossed out a couple of times-

We brought her back to the village, and tended to her wounds as best we could. Stitched up the wound and bandaged the whole damned thing. I think she be fine, but I can't tell for certain. Said she might have been struck by the tip of some damned death knight's spear or what not. She felt all cold and pale when she finally got herself to sleep. But now she be looking even colder and a nearly as blue as a daft draenei. Do you know of any spells or poisons them death knights may be using with these effects?

As for other news, as far as anything more important goes, we have been unable to venture to Dun Morogh for the past few days just yet. Our Thur'ruk will be taking us to Nagrand within a moon, so we will be sending out an expedition to search for your friend a day before that. We will make sure we give him a proper pyre. I be sorry we could not pick him up earlier, as the snowy passes of the dwarf lands would no doubt have denied us such a chance in the deepest months of winter. We will do anything we can to bring him back to where he belongs, however.

Sadly, I have already run out of things to write. I can hardly get meself to think of other things with all this rot going on. Backstabbing Alliance be one thing, but seeing Morgeth, me mate, like that - I cannot afford to lose another family member I only made so recently. I know these be times to remain strong at, but you be a friend of hers, like a blood sister of sorts. It be safe of me to tell you I wouldn't know where to start, were this wolf to leave me. It be the last thing I would want to grasp at times like these.

Bring honour to the tribe, Nazkhur. We will do anything we can to keep Morgeth alive and safe for when you return.

Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye

*The letter seems to have been written in a hurry, the handwriting isn't easy to read at best and there are a couple of tear stains on the parchment*

Kozgugore,

This news is dire and it pains me to read it. The Horde attack was one thing but for Morgeth to be wounded is far worse.

What yer describe makes me think of only one thing, Frost Fever. It is spread by Death Knight Frost runes 'n' can be very nasty, but is a basic disease really. Attack tha muscles, makin' them harder to use 'n' even painful.
As for a cure, me know not. Spreadin' it be one thing, but curin' it another. All me can say is find someone who knows 'bout curin' diseases, 'n' keep Morgeth as warm as yer can. If tha wound is bad it might weakned her enough that it will spread to her heart.

Somethin' needs to be done tha sooner tha better. The rune one the necklace I sent her, make sure she uses it as often as she can, there is a small chance some of the disease will be transfered to me 'n' I'm already dead...sort of.

Hakrim, Nagrand 'n' tha like matter little compared to Morgeth's life 'n' that of yer pup. Me hopes for her go with the spirits.

Makes me feel so stupid 'n' weak that I can't do anythin' to help. Me know that yer strong Kozgugore 'n' that ye will do everythin' yer can to help Morgeth. Now yer need to think only gettin' her well again, never think that death comes, believe in a future together 'n' spirits willin' ye will have it.

Stay strong, if not for yerself, for Morgeth.

Nazkhur

((Little short story.))

The Orc Death Knight snorted as she awoke from her trance and surveyed her surroundings. The cave that made up her shelter hadn’t changed since resting and looking out the archway that formed the entrance the odd flake of snow was drifting by the landscape of Dun Morogh. Something had made Nazkhur’s rest uneasy; maybe it was being in the cave that she had suffered in at the hands of her mate over those long years after the Second War.

With a grunt she got to her feet and lifted her polearm from the ground, leaning on it slightly being pulling herself up to her full height. The snow had stopped as soon as it had started, but in the distance something else was moving and getting closer. It was the familiar sight of her miniwing; no doubt her faithful bird was bringing news from Morgeth about the pup she carried.

As the bird drew closer, Nazkhur extended her left arm and watched as her messenger landed gracefully upon it. Dropping her polearm to the floor the undead Orc grabbed the piece of parchment from the miniwing’s leg, with a smile. These letters always brought amusing news, even in these dire times. Settling down on the floor of the cave again, Nazkhur opened the letter.

Her eyes darted from word to word, the smile that had been on her face quickly turned to angry then a frown. The news was worse than any she had had for a long time, the Alliance burning and looting Horde settlements was one thing, but for Morgeth to be wounded and suffering pained Nazkhur to read.

“Frost Fever, it must be.” She mumbled to herself as she continued to read before crumpling up the letter in her fist. A single tear rolled from her glowing eyes and her thoughts raced. “Why did it have to be Morgeth? Of all the tribe, why her?” Knowing full well that all she could do was write all she knew of diseases Death Knight’s used, she grabbed a piece of parchment from the pouch on her belt, and removed the gauntlet from her right hand.

Slicing the tip of her finger against the blade of her polearm, the Orc began to write as much as she could as fast as she could. Even as emotionless as Nazkhur was, she couldn’t stop the feelings of guilt. Guilt that she felt at having not been there to protect Morgeth. Finishing the letter quickly she rolled it up and wrapped it around the miniwing’s leg before sending the bird away.

“Me might be dead, but if tha spirits are listenin’, protect Morgeth ‘n’ her pup. Give them tha strength to get through this.” The Orc muttered as she once again picked up her polearm.
“Blood for blood.” As the words rolled from her lips, Nazkhur let out a roar. “Now, to should them Alliance what a poundin’ is!”

With that the Death Knight charged from the cave in blind fury and in the direction of Dwarven outpost that lay in the valley below.

It's a quiet night in Garadar, as far as quiet goes in a place like this. Far away, a goblin announces that Morgor has again had his ass beaten to a pulp by some random adventurer or the likes. Morgeth snorts quietly and drags a hand over her green features, before taking a pen and scribbling a delayed response. She spares the nearby doll a glance, and a smile slowly curls up around her tusks.

Throm'ka, Nazkhur.
I am glad to be able to write this to you, and with that I hope that you will now know that I am well. Your letter, together with Kozgugore's swift actions and Bugor's healing, saved me from the fever. Prior to that my wounds were treated by different shamans, and a thief called Pest stitched me up as well.

I am lucky to have such a family as this, who have shown me what proper care be like. The pup be fine as well, and seems as unphazed by all this as a kicking child can get. I be still abit tired and such, but I reckon that be just me being lazy, and nothing else.

Grom-damned, I wish I could see you and tell you how thankful I be. We have ventured over to collect your friend now. Brought him to Stonard first and just yesterday through the portal as well. Us red blades went from Shattrath to Garadar, where I know we will stay for at least a couple of moons.

Tomorrow a pyre will be held for the orc, and he will rest again with his ancestors. The doll you sent is perfect, my sister. You would make for a fine mother, to say the least. There be enough honour in you for at least ten pups.

There will be a tournament of sorts happening here soon. Gruulg seems eager enough.  I think the orc might just crawl out of his plated pants in the excitement of it all. Greggar will have to defend his title, I reckon. I am not sure if I am to participate, Greggar seems to think it might be harmful to the pup.

Norviskrall still acts and sticks to being a wolf, although a rather daft wolf.. if you ask me. I didn't mean for this to become a lengthy letter, as I simply wanted to let you know that I be recovered and fine. As for your neck-piece, you have my thanks, but to give you pain? Do not think me elfish weak now, but I would not want that.

But how are you, Nazkhur? I hope that everything is well, and that your strength still runs strong. We will need it, be there a war or not.

Fight well, my sister

    Morgeth


((Loved the story. Heartwarming!))

Throm'ka Morgeth,

News of yer recovery has been the best me have heard in a long time 'n' me is glad that ye 'n' yer pup are well. There is no need to give me thanks, me did what me could, same as any Orc in tha tribe would have.

As hard as it is, me thanks goes to Bugor 'n' not just for the soap. If the worst had happened me would hate to think how Koz would be. Readin' the letter he sent me has to be the only time he's shown any emotion other than grumpy 'n' angry. Me can see what so many She-Orcs see in him. He might be like many Orcs in making strong 'n' powerful actions, but still has a heart as well.

The tribe has me thanks for all they have done for Hakrim, I'm sure the Mag'har will be thankful from such a gesture from once daemon cursed Orcs. Every Orc who fights to keep our kin free deserves the honour ye have shown Hakrim. Me hope he will be proud to be among his ancestors, he died in battle even if it was again the elements.

The doll was made when I still hoped to be a mother. Me Blood-Sister would mock me for wastin' me time on such things, but me glad that at least a mother who will fill her pup's heart with honour 'n' pride has it now. Even if me could of have pups, me wouldn't want ten of them. To do it once would be enough for me, me not fancy of draggin' round the weight that ye are doin' now more than that.

Me have a strange feelin' 'bout the tournment. Me think that Bugor will win, just so him can show off to me that him is Blademaster 'n' me only a Nag'Ogar. Surprises me that ye would even want to fight in it, not like ye 'n' tha pup will make a small target for them to hit.

Me is well, in body at least. Been havin' some strange dreams when in me trance. Visions from back in the First War, when we destroyed Northshire. Me didn't do any fightin' there, but me saw somethin'. In the tower, a figure in blue robes with a hood 'n' wings. It was there one moment 'n' gone the next.

This blue figure has appeared the last few night with a map of Lordaeron that burns till only the northern reaches are left 'n' some village called Valdmar. Figure looks like a Val'kyr a little, maybe this trap by scourge, maybe not. Either way, me is goin' to find out what is at that village.

As for the necklace, don't think of it as me thinkin' ye weak. Pain is one of tha few things me can still feel, reminds me what it was to be alive. Me know that me sister isn't weak 'n' me hope that one day when me return that I swear a blood oath 'n' count ye as me Blood-Sister.

Stay strong, safe 'n' poundin'

Nazkhur

*As she sends her miniwing away with the letter, Naz returns to plaiting a beard that once belong to a dwarf so that she can use it as a weapon grip.*

(( Its story time. As well as the letters I'm going to do a short mini series here. First part is out now.))

After riding for three nights and avoiding the ever watchful Alliance, Nazkhur reaches the Eastern Plaguelands. Stopping a little south of Northpass Tower, the Orc leans back in the saddle and pulls a map from the bag that hangs from Deathowl’s harness. As she checks the map, the large grey wolf lets out a long yawn and stretches making his rider drop the map and nearly fall from the saddle. Quickly grabbing the reins the Death Knight regains her balance and lets out a sharp growl at her wolf. Looking around for the map, she sees it in a puddle just as the ink start to run.

“Grrrrrom-damn it!” Nazkhur grumbles between her clenched teeth. Her eyes shift to the mountains above the Quel’Lithien Lodge in hope of spotting a way through them and into Northern Lordaeron. Pulling sharply on Deathowl’s reins the pair set off up the road again.

An hour passes before Nazkhur finds a path through the mountains. Going over the range she sees Northern Lordaeron for the first time. As she guessed the land is plagued, but looks more like the Western Plaguelands or maybe even Silverpine than the mushroom filled Eastern Plaguelands. Much of the wildlife was diseased and Wild Gnolls and Forest Trolls stalked the land. As the Orc rode on she picked up signs that the Humans still had soldiers here, or did have, the presents of the Scourge was still around.

Although her map had gone the Human’s signposts made it easy to get her bearings. Valdmar lay to the North East and dawn was approaching. Nazkhur could travel in the day, but she knew full well that both the Forest Trolls and Humans would be more alert. Moving off the road and into the woodlands the Orc found a small clearing and gave Deathowl a chance to rest. Being dead had one great advantage that she had found, sleep or rather no need for it. Nazkhur could survive only with an hour in a trance. This was more out of vanity than need, as the trance helped prevent her from decaying.

As Deathowl slept, she sat beside him and leaned back against her soft fur before closing her eyes. They hadn’t been closed that long before her ears started to twitch as they caught the sound of movement, then her nose got the scent. “Troll Flesh.” The words ran through her mind. Nazkhur remained without a movement and with her eyes closed as she heard them getting closer. She guessed that there were four of them, three in front of her and one behind, all at the edge of the clearing.

She could hear them muttering to each other in there native tongue before one called out “I got axe for you greeny skin!” With that Nazkhur opened her eyes and lifted her halberd from her lap, just in time to parry the axe away and into a near by tree trunk. The Trolls in front of the Orc charged, throwing axes and spears at her as they yelled there gibberish language.

Without much effort the Death Knight dodged and parried away the thrown weapons before the first Troll reached her. Only with small one-handed weapons they had little chance against her. With a thrust, Nazkhur impaled the first Troll with the spike on top of her halberd. Withdrawing it almost as fast as it went in the dead Troll dropped to the ground. The other two had taken advantage of their fallen friend and had got in close to their Orcish foe. The Troll to her right swung his first axe which bounced off the thick plate shoulder armour, but the second axe found its mark as her swung it into her side. The axe bit through her armour and into her flesh, leaving a small trickle of blood under it as it remained in her side. In pain Nazkhur kicked the Troll aside before turning to the other Troll and slicing through his belly with a swing from her axe blade.

Looking over her shoulder is sees the Troll getting to his feet before throwing his remaining axe at the Orc, which sails past her helm. “Some Trolls never learn.” She muttered under her helm and with a grin throws a death coil spell back at the Troll that screams in pain before dropping to the grass dead.

As he falls to the ground, Naz thinks and the suddenly remembers the fourth Troll that was behind her. Turning round she see him as he leaps through the air with axe above his head. Knowing there’s no time to stop the blow, she prepares to take it as the Troll swings his axe down. Moments before the impact, Deathowl wakes and grabs the Troll’s foot in his vice-like jaw and pulls the Troll out the air. Stunned, the Troll drops his axe as he hits the ground and is pounces on by the wolf. Nazkhur ignores the cried of pain from the Troll as he is mauled by Deathowl and pull the axe from her side. As the axe comes away the blood runs out faster from the wound. The pain that she feels only serves to remind her of what it was to be alive, but with no plans to die yet, she touches one of her blood runes and the wounded heals it self.

By now Deathowl has grown bored and killed the Troll, before lying back down and licking the blood from his muzzle and paws. Nazkhur looks at the hole left by the axe in her armour and tabard. “Me should of stayed in Nagrand with the tribe.” She grumbles before settling down against Deathowl again.

((I love the story, it draws you in. On the downside it makes me miss Nazkhur even more. Come baAack!))

((I'm working on coming back its a long process. *shakes fist in rage* Heres the next part for you, enjoy.))

As sunset approaches Nazkhur prepares to continue her journey. Leaning on her halberd she turns to Deathowl, who still lies with his head in the long grass. “Me will go on alone.” The Orc mutters to her mount. The wolf remains in the grass but his ear twitch and he starts to expose his teeth. “Go home.” She continues and is met by a sharp snarl from Deathowl, but this is quickly silenced with a louder snarl of her own that makes him back down.

Finally the last glimpse of sunlight fades behind the horizon and Nazkhur and Deathowl go there separate ways, even if both seem very reluctant to leave the other the Orc knows that she would rather risk just she own life than both of theirs.

Creeping through the Forest as best as she can in her heavy armour, Naz catches the scent and sound of Humans with their relentless grumbling, something that only serves to remind her of her grumpy Chieftain and the rest of the Tribe, especially the memory of Morgeth. Shaking her head the Orc banishes the thought to the back of her mind as she tries to focus on the task ahead.

The nights travel goes better than hoped and by first light, Nazkhur has reached the roadside of the steep path that leads up to Valdmar Village that sits onto of a small cliff, but overlooked by another. Moving up the roadway, the Orc notices a small ledge in the cliffs that overlook the Village. Not foolish to charge straight, Naz tries her halbard to her back and scrambles up the cliff before settling down on the ledge and watching the Village. Valdmar is made up of nothing but two rows of houses either side of a square with a chapel at the far end, almost the same as Tarren Mill, but in better condition than it is now.

Hours pass and little seems to happen in the Village other than the normal movements of people doing their jobs. Then something catches her eye, “That can’t be, could it?” Nazkhur mumbles to herself as she looks at one of the Villagers. Turning her fall attention towards the male she something that makes her jaw drop open, “An Orc.” Sure enough in the Village below her an Orc male works freely alongside Humans, Elves and Half Elves.

Before she has time to think on this she is distracted by a patrol marching up the road towards the Village. The patrol is made up of nothing but ten footmen and one mounted Knight, these would be more of a challenge if not for their equipment. Most of their weapons and armour can be dated to late Second War, early Third War usage. Nazkhur smirks to herself about how easy it would be to slice through that armour if they challenged her.

From her vantage point the Orc watches as the patrol reaches the edge of the Village. The Villagers stop their work and look at the soldiers and for a tense moment nothing is said. Not until a figure appears from the chapel, she seems the only one who is battle ready, carrying a sword in one hand and shield in the other. As the figure moves closer to the patrol, Nazkhur sees her clearer. “Hmm a She-Half-Elf, me was thinkin’ it was somethin’ dangerous then.” She grumbles to herself.

The Knight takes a scroll from his saddlebag and unrolls it before yelling out what it says in a booming voice. “Citizens of Valdmar, be it now known that the individual called Elisnna Crowe and those under her protection, for association with the most vile and corrupt Horde and their traitorous actions towards the Alliance and her citizens, shall be striped all land, wealth, holdings and known hereafter as traitors to the Alliance! They shall forfeit the right to citizenship in the Alliance! Indeed they will be considered enemies of all citizens of Lordaeron and all free Humans! Let no good people of this land show them hospitality, mercy or sanctuary!”

Unfortunately for Nazkhur her Common isn’t great and most of the rambling the Knight says is missed, but it clearly isn’t good news. As the Knight rolls the scroll up her nods at the footmen who rush forward and disarm Elisnna and restrain her as the other Villagers have their hands bound and pushed onto their knees. With the Villagers restrained the soldiers draw their swords and place the point on the back of the neck of each Village, but Elisnna. Nazkhur knows full well what is about to happen and starts to make her way down the cliff as the Knight calls out, “For the Alliance” and the footmen execute each Villagers, from the young to the old, from Human to Orc.

(( Interesting! Wants more! ))

((You demand, I supply. I must have much energy at the moment, but anyway, heres part three.))

As the last body drops to the cobbled square, the footmen sheath their swords and wait in silence for orders. The only sounds that can be heard are the clinch of Elisnna’s shackles and the odd mumble from the Knights horse. Unknown to them Nazkhur is sneaking closer and has now reached the road and looks back up to where the Valdmar stands.

The Knight looks over the senseless slaughter before turning his attention to one of the footmen, “This Village has nothing of worth, burn it.” The footman salutes the Knight, “Aye Sir Arius.” With that the footman turns to his comrades and yells “Burn it!” Before he has even finished yelling, the other footmen are on the move and hurrying to light their torches from fires and shovels before throwing them onto the thatched roves and throw the windows of the chapel.

Slowly the flames start to spread and as the soldiers hurry to destroy the Village, Sir Arius watches on as Elisnna stands in the square and prays. However behind the mounted Human is something he wasn’t prepared for. Nazkhur stands with her halberd in her hands and ready to fight. Looking calm on the outside, shouldn’t be fooled by the pure rage that wells in her heart.

“Lok’tar Ogar!” the Orc screams out in the direction of Valdmar. Arius nears in his saddle and looks at the lone Orc before a small grin appears upon his weathered face. “Seems the Horde has come to save you.” He says to the Half Elf with a slight chuckle before pulling down the visor of his helm and turning his horse around and charging towards Nazkhur with sword drawn and shield up.

Nazkhur on the other hand doesn’t move other than tapping the base of her halberd into the ground. As the Knight gallops closer, screaming his own battle-cry, the Orc reaches. With a shift of her hand a death grip spell flies from her palm and the Human is yanked from his mount and lands with a satisfying thud on the ground as he falls backwards on his back a few paces from his foe. His loyal mount turns out to not be as loyal as it stops before galloping its way back up the slope towards the burning Valdmar.

Arius lies there for the moment, shocked and stunned by what just happened. Nazkhur waits for him to struggle to his feet and put up his defence again. Both valiantly and foolishly the Knight stands there preparing for the Death Knight to strike and yet Nazkhur stands there and watches as her foe moves slightly and makes the odd faint attack. As soon as he starts to wonder if she will strike, Naz does. Taking her halberd in both hands and brings the axe blade down in a smooth motion. The Knights training pays off and he lifts his shield in time to take the blow, however his equipment lets him down. The shield shatters under the force of the blow and knocks him back to the ground.

This time the Arius doesn’t lie down for more than a few moments before taking his sword in both hands and swinging at the Orc, but she has already stepped back out of range and the blade slices through nothing but the air. Before he can recover from that swing Nazkhur pushes her attack again. Upending her Halberd she uses the chain and hook to grapple onto his armour around the groin before levering him over her head and sending crashing to the ground face first.

Shaken by this Arius gets to his feet once more and removes his helm to expose his blooded face from where it collided with the inside of his helm. Full of rage and hate he curses at Nazkhur “Damn you green skins, you should all be slaughtered like the corrupt dogs you are.” Blinded by his own hatred he charges at the Orc, forcing her to go onto the defensive and parry the relentless blows that he rains down on her before their weapons become locked together.
Nazkhur manages the push Arius away and form enough of a gap between the two that she can swing her halberd. Arius raises his weapon above his head to strike but is met by a horizontal swing from the Orc that slices cleanly through his left arm near the shoulder and continues through his neck before the blade imbeds itself in the armour of his right arm. As the Knights lifeless body falls to the ground, Nazkhur turns her attention back to Valdmar.

By now the Village is a ball of flames and smoke. In the distance she can see the footmen abandoning their prisoner and scrambling down the cliff that the Village sits upon rather than face the Orc. Nazkhur lets out a small sigh before returning the halberd to her back and walking up the slope to where Elisnna still stands and prays. As she gets closer, the Death Knight offers a greeting; “Throm’ka Elfling” The Half Elf slowly opens her eyes and looks up at the Orc. “Throm’ka, may the Holy Light bless you.” Answer Elisnna in clear Orcish. This alone was more than enough to surprise Nazkhur but her attention shifts to the Village as one of the buildings collapses. Without a word grabs the chain between the Elf’s shackles and leads her down the slope and into the Forest. Naz is surprised that her ‘companion’ doesn’t complain about this treatment, but then remembers how strange Elves can be.

((If this isn't getting complex already its just about to get worse :P Just a short part before I go to work to make you start to think. I should of warned people at the start that this might give the side effect of brain ache, but that might be just for me.))

A short distance from the burning Valdmar Nazkhur decides to stop near a small stream that winds its way through the forest. Surprised by the sudden stop the Half Elf looks towards the Orc. “Why have we stopped? Are you afraid of water?” she questions in mocking tone. Not willing to raise to the bait the Death Knight says nothing at first until answering in a solemn tone “Drownin’ is proven to stop lyin’.”

Before the Elf can work out what has been said, Nazkhur turns and knocks her to the ground and pulls her to the bank of the stream. “Now ye might not live through this but it’s a chance me willing to take.” Continues the Orc before forcing Elisnna’s head under water for a few second before letting her come back to the surface. Coughing and spluttering the Elf is clearly worried “What is it that you want?!” she calls out at her captor. “Me want to know why me is here. See, me has had this dream of a winged figure in blue that has been showin’ me maps of yer Village.” mumbles Naz into the Elf’s long ear. Elisnna says nothing for the moment but as her face is forced closer to the water again by the Orc she suddenly becomes more talkative. “Wait!..Wait, please. I know what it is?” Nazkhur relaxes her pressure on Elisnna’s head and wait for her to continue.

After a small sigh of relief she continues. “What you saw was a Hope. Least that is what I believe.” Nazkhur lets go of the Half Elf and allows her to sit up. “What is a Hope?” questions the Orc as she tries to make sense of what she knows. Elisnna wipes the water droplets from her face with her arm and looks up at the Orc that still towers over her, even when sitting. “Hopes are beings of the Light. They guide those of faith along a path of righteousness.” States the Elf in hope that it is enough to prevent another spell in the steam. The Orc turns to face her, but all she can see is a dark figure with glowing blue eyes. “I am far from righteous.” Nazkhur states coldly before standing and thinking some more.

“Me saw one of these, Hopes. At Northshire, when we destroyed it in the First War.” Continues Naz and is met by a small gasp by Elisnna, “Northshire?!” The Orc shifts her full attention back to the Half Elf but before she continue explaining to the Elf she butts in. “My father was killed at that battle, well mortally wounded and now a vision of that battle guides you to me, to save me. This is no doubt the work of the Holy Light.” Says Elisnna with a small amount of glee in her voice, but Nazkhur is less than convinced by this idea.

((New part, now things might start making more sense.))

As Elisnna starts to mutter her thanks to the Light, Nazkhur gently raises herself up to her full height before suddenly seizing the Half Elf by the throat and lifting her cleanly from the ground and holding her up close to the Orcs face. “Ye will listen to me ‘n’ ye will listen good. Me have more important things to do than save yer worthless hide.” Hisses Nazkhur at the Elf, who is already starting to tremble with fear. “Me saved ye at Valdmar, which is more than ye did for the Orc there or the others.” She continues with a stern look in her eyes.

For the moment the Half Elf hangs there as she struggles to think of anything that she can see that won’t encourage the Death Knight to crush her neck. Finally and powered by a pure desire to survive, Elisnna moves her face closer to Naz’s and goes to kiss her. As her lips brush against the Orcs, Nazkhur stretches her arm moving the Elf a full arms length away from her face. “Grom-damn Elves!” the Orc snarls before dropping Elisnna to the ground. The Half Elf hits the ground with a thud and rubs her neck where the gauntlet had gripped her. Looking up she watches as the Death Knight freezes her way across the stream and into the trees the other side.

Alone once again the Orc storms through trees before coming to a halt and slamming her fist into the trunk of one. “Me could be back in Nagrand now, with the tribe, with Morgeth, but no me is in this rotten stinkin’ Human land saving grom-damn flowerbloods.” Grumbles Nazkhur before spitting and slumping down at the base of the tree and laying her halberd across her lap and going into her trance.

Back at the stream, Elisnna wonders what to do. She is unarmed, alone and without food or shelter. The feeling of guilt for what happened at the Village spreads through her mind. With no other plan and fully prepared to answer for her crimes she starts to wander off through the forest in hope of finding an Alliance patrol.

Deep in her trance, Naz rests and watches as she sees past visions of Nagrand and times with the Red Blade at places like Razor Hill and Hammerfall. These dreams at least could still give her a small measure of happiness if nothing else. Unfortunately it wasn’t long before these dreams would be disturbed by an unwelcome guest. The vision of the Hope appeared in her mind. “You have failed in your duty.” It stated in a ghostly voice. “How can you ever hope to protect Morgeth and her bloodline if you can’t even protect a Half Elf?” the voice questioned. The Orc felt her mind and body ache and wishes she could open her eyes but found she was unable. The Hope drew closer and pointed towards her, “You will protect this servant of goodness as far as the ruins of Silvermoon and you might be ready then to carry out your own duty.” With these words filling in her mind Nazkhur opened her eyes at least. It was night already but she now burned with a desire to prove herself. She didn’t really care to whose benefit it was, but no one or thing was going to say she wasn’t ready to protect Morgeth.

((*sniff* Damned.. Nazkhur *mumbles and trods off*))

(( Bollocks! I've had flu and now I have to catch up! You'll have another crappy reply from Bugor as soon as I catch up reading! ))

((aww I'm making Morgeth unhappy, now I feel guilty.  :'( . Welcome back Bugor, getting reading and want to know that the effort is worth it. oh next part.))

Getting to her feet and gripping her halberd in hand Nazkhur takes a deep breath of the cold night air. The scent of Forest Trolls is strong but the faint scent of Humans can be picked up and coming from the East along the route of the stream. With no other plan to track down her stray Elf, the Orc sets off through the trees. She only travels a short distance before starting to hear the voices of Humans, doing their normal grumbling.

Sneaking up on the camp, the Death Knight peered through a bush. The Humans were gathered around a small campfire on the roadside. The camp was made up of a couple of tents and hanging from one of the thick branches of a tree, a cage. Even with the poor light that the fire gave out, the Orc could pick up the shape of her missing Elf. She could have probably have climbed the tree and removed Elisnna before the five Humans that guarded noticed, but the torment and rage that the Hope had spread into her mind blinded her judgement and fed the will to show the true destructive power that she had.

As the guards sat around the fire, Nazkhur struck out. The ground beneath the Humans started to corrupt and cause their very flesh decay. Screaming in pain and horror already they watched as the Death Knight appeared from the bushes and drove the spike of her halberd through the firsts back. As the body fell to the ground it didn’t stay dormant for long. With a blast of dark energy from Naz’s hand it rose up again as her willing servant. The ghoul pounced at his once comrade and bite into his exposed neck and knocked him to the ground as the Orc continued to push her own attack. Bringing her halberd round and with the blood runes hungry for the strike, it ripped cleanly into the guard’s chest.

Not watching where the guard’s body drops the Death Knight prepares for her next attack as the blood worms wriggle from under her shoulder armour and feast on the corpse. Shaking with fear the Human tries to land a blow on the undead Orc, but before he can he is hit by an icy touch and drops to his knees as Frost Fever spread through his body. Looking across the fire, Nazkhur sees her ghoul get cut down the remaining soldier as the undead sits upon its kill. Now the Human turns always the Orc, but as he gets closer Naz uses her pestilence to spread the Fever to him.

The Death Knight watches as the Humans suffer helplessly with their diseases but she is surprised to see the Half Elf stand up in her cage and cleanse them. Angered by this, Nazkhur doesn’t allow them recover enough to fight back and hatches them to pieces. Pulling her blood stained halberd from the last guard’s face she looks back at the cage and notice its empty. Looking round she spots Elisnna, but as her eyes met the Elves she is hit by a blast of Holy Light and knocked off her feet.

Swearing and cursing underneath her helm, the Orc scrambles to her feet and prepares to take her aggression out on the Elf, but before she can close the distance between them and strike the Death Knight is hit by a judgement spell. Taking most of the blow on her weapon it does little than halt her advance. “Ye Grom-damn Light suckin’ flowerblood. Me thought Bugor was a bucket’ead, but ye are worse!”  shouts Naz. For a brief moment the Elisnna thinks, “Whos Bugor?” she asked, but this break in focus gives Nazkhur enough time to get closer. The Death Knight is just about to bring her halberd down in a smooth curve, but the vision of the Hope appears into mind and she stops mind way, giving the Half Elf enough time to summon a Hammer of Wrath and hurl it into the Orc’s chest.

The blow spends Naz flying backwards and skidding across the ground and destroying the fire as she collides with it. With body racked with pain as the Light follows through it, the Death Knight changes tactics. The Orc summons a Death Gate and Elisnna relaxes as she thinks that her foe is fleeing, but she is wrong. Using the remaining strength she has Nazkhur uses her Death Grip to drag the Half Elf to her before pulling her through the Death Gate.

Quote from: Bugor on January 28, 2009, 12:19:25 AM
(( ********! I've had flu and now I have to catch up! You'll have another ****** reply from Bugor as soon as I catch up reading! ))

Ah not really the way to describe your feelings on a topic that was running very nicely.

(( I was just letting Naz knows I hadn't forgotten about her topics or anything. They weren't bad swear words at all, trust me... Sorry? ))

Nazkhur, my sister.

When you return, we will take the proper oaths and share blood, like any sisters would. It makes me damned proud to have you consider such a thing with myself. I have lived most of my life alone, but these recent months have given me a family to count on.

Concerning the tribe, I have had a little.. fit of disrespect, one might call it. Norviskrall had one of his usual nights of thinking me weak and unfit for both hunt and carrying a worg corpse, so he tried to take it from me. I kicked him in the balls. So I am oathbound now! Most likely due to the fact that I said he'd meet my fist later, but I suppose it was just somehow to demote me. The orc seemed all furious about my disrespect, and maybe he should be. I don't feel it, that proper respect, that I ought to. Not because he be elven born, but because he treats me like a stupid pup, and obviously thinks me weak.

Kozgugore tells me I will re-earn my rank, but I was never one for titles really. I guess it will come in due time, when I can taste that respect again. Now I be just tired of it all, especially of our dear thur'ruk. He keeps saying he thinks me a daughter, but I do not need a father. Never did.

Otherwise it be fine. I think it be time for the pup soon, but there's something else as well. I have not yet told Kozgugore, or anyone for that matter, but I think me fel-magics might be failing a bit. Not in the dangerous kind, but I have a harder time wielding some sorts of them at the moment. Fire I could always communicate well with, but the curses and such.. everything seems to be lesser nowdays, and I have no idea why.

I hope that you are well, having adventures of your own, that do not involve some elven mess of sorts. There's still alot of work for you to do here, so I still hope that you return soon. Bugor is well, from what I can tell, and eager to send you more soap, no doubt.

And the doll be a good, proper toy for my pup. It will teach it the names of the clans, and how we in the end be of the same hide, even though we might look a bit different at times. The necklace did not make me think you thought me weak (strange words those), but I'd wish for a better way to make you feel alive, than to grant you pain.

At the moment, there be some big thing about honouring the elders around Azeroth. I like it, while Kozgugore be grumbling a bit, as usual.

I hope for good health and strong fighting for you
And to see you around our campfires soon

   Strength, honour and a good pounding!
            Morgeth Feralheart.

((next part, yes I know its short and that only Death Knights can only use Death Gates but it works all the same :P ))

Passing through the dimensional gateway both Elf and Orc arrive in the imposing structure that is Acherus. The Death Knight Champions quickly appear around Elisnna. “You have not crossed over from the living….yet.” grumbles Siouxsie the Banshee as she rides up to the High Elf. Glancing over her shoulder, Elisnna sees Nazkhur standing over her. The Orcish Death Knight has her attention focused on Siouxsie. “This Elf be mine!” she snarls back, “Anyone challengin’ that will meet their grave again.”

The Champions return to their guard duty and Siouxsie spits onto the ground in front of the Half Elf before riding away. With a small sigh of relief she starts to turn her head to look up at the Orc but is stopped when Naz grabs the neckline of her mail shirt and starts to drag her. Knowing that she doesn’t want to be seen with an Elf, especially when having to help it to stay alive, the Death Knight drags Elisnna at speed towards the portal towards to upper floor of Acherus.

Teleported to the upper balcony, Elisnna witnesses the Death Knight honing their skills on target dummies as well as skeletons working without rest at the forges. It seemed clear that the Knights of the Ebon Blade had no other purpose in their unlife than to fight and slaughter. Before she could question she was being dragged again by Nazkhur. The Orc finally came to a halt and let go of Elisnna suddenly, making her hit the ground with her shoulder. With a curse in Thalassian she gets to her feet and rubs her bruised shoulder. Nazkhur is busy talking with a ghoul and seeming to bribe it with a larger sum of gold than she had seen before. The Elf gasps at the sight of so much gold and the Orc suddenly turn to her head. “What’s wrong with ye?” the Death Knight questions. “Oh, nothing. I was gasping about how high up we are.” She replies as she hurries to move her gaze over the Plaguelands. Naz snorts and returns to the ghoul, who nods before pocketing the gold and calling down a skeletal gryphon.

The sight of the undead beast from such a noble creature made the Elves skin crawl, but she had little choice of whether to ride it or not. The Death Knight mounts up the gryphon and looked at Elisnna, “If me wanted to drop ye from a great height me would have kicked ye over the balcony.” Nazkhur states coldly. Still somewhat detested and sickened by the transport the Half Elf climbs onto the gryphon and sits in front of Naz, clinging to its spine as the gryphon takes off and flies from Acherus and heads north over the Eastern Plaguelands.

As they fly, Elisnna looks over her shoulder at Naz, “Where are we going?” she asked even if she wonders if the Orc will be able to hear over the noise of the wind. “Where that fancy ass Hope told me to take ye to, Ruins of Silvermoon.” calls back the Orc. The journey over the Ghostlands and Eversong Woods goes smoothly but seems to take longer than normal. Nazkhur blames this on the extra weight of the Elf and looks towards the horizon as the spires of Silvermoon come into view as the sun starts to rise.

((New part and I will get round to replying to Morgeths letter at some point.))

Swooping down over the ruins, the skeletal gryphon gracefully lands outside a small abandoned Elven house. As soon as they land Elisnna jumps from the gryphon’s spine and seems to be very grateful to be back on the ground and away from the undead beast. Nazkhur swings herself round in the saddle and slides to the ground. She barely touches the ground before the gryphon flaps what remains of its wings and begins to run away. The Orc quickly makes a grab for the reins but misses them and tumbles to the ground as the gryphon takes off.

“That rotten, grom-damn, bucket’ead, son of an ogre!” Naz curses as she gets back to her feet. Her anger is made worse by the slight snicker from the Half Elf. After dusting herself off the Orc turns to the abandoned house and looks it over. “Well it’s not much, but will do.” she comments before walking over and kicking the door open. The old wooden door swings open before falling off it hinges. “Comes with its own firewood.” Giggles Elisnna, but the Death Knight pays little attention as she walks inside, quickly followed by the Elf.

The house is nothing more and a circular room with one doorway and two windows. A few bits of broken furniture remain but nothing of any use other than for fuel. The Orc gathers some of the broken timber up and begins to build a fire in the middle of the room. Elisnna doesn’t enter much further than the doorway and watches the fire being built as she rubs her left arm with her hand, “Erm…about what happened in the forest last night, I’m sorry.” She mumbles. Nazkhur doesn’t answer at first and then turns her head slightly, “Don’t pretend ye are sorry, me know what ye holy doers are like. Me not want to get caught up in yer battles.” The answer has a cold, almost cruel tone to it that doesn’t do anything to help the Elf relax.

Taking a flint and tinder from the pouch on her belt, Nazkhur lights the fire before sitting down next to it and staring at the flames. Carefully Elisnna comes closer before sitting the opposite side of the fire. “Me can’t but wonder why me havin’ to save ye. What makes ye so special?” questions the Orc, her glowing blue eyes meeting those of Elisnna across the fire. The Half Elf shakes her head, “I just want to help those who suffer because of war, because of the endless power struggle between the Horde and Alliance.”

Such an idea only invokes a grunt from Nazkhur who returns to staring at the flames. Hours passes and almost no word is spoken between the two, but the uncomfortable silence is broken be the faint flapping and squawk of a bird that glides into the room and settles down on the Orc’s shoulder. The Death Knight removes her helm and drops it to the ground beside her as her thick black hair falls to her shoulders. As the bird squawks again, Naz removes the letter from the ring on its leg and unrolls it. Elisnna watches as her eyes scan across the parchment.

Nazkhur folds the letter and slips it behind her belt before jerking her shoulder and spending the bird away. “Good news I hope.” Says the Elf, trying to be polite and break the silence. “Some good, some bad, not that what happens in tha Horde matters to ye.” grumbles the Orc. Finally Elisnna gets tired of being insulted, “Just because I will not fight for the Horde and the Alliance think me a traitor does not mean I have no interest!” she snaps. “Ye have no loyalty but as passin’ interest.” chuckles Naz. The Half Elf pulls her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them in a shulking action. “I do have loyalty.” She mutters to herself, but not low enough that the Orc doesn’t hear her. “Loyalty to who?” questions Nazkhur and is met by a stare from the Elf. “The Holy Light.” She answers plainly. The Orc sighs, “Me will never understand ye lot ‘n’ yer light.” Elisnna smiles slightly, “Maybe that’s because you don’t understand me either.”

Over the couple of nights that followed Elisnna explained to Nazkhur about her past. How she is the illegitimate daughter of an Alterac noble, how she served in the Second War with the Alliance by treating the wounded under General Hath’s command. Naz knew what went on in Alterac during the war and was surprised that the Half Elf didn’t turn to banditry like the rest of the Humans from that nation after it was crushed by the Alliance when they uncovered they had supported the Horde. The Orc listened but learned nothing of any really importance, but was only slightly impressed when the Elf explained why she didn’t crusade for the Holy Light. “The Darkness can’t be destroyed. It’s a simple truth that the followers of the Light forget.” She explained to the Orc who was busy poking the fire with a stick at the time. Nazkhur was more glad that the Hope didn’t enter her mind anymore when she went in a trance, she could enjoy her rest and think about Orc’s she knows and knew.   

((will you slow down can not keep up with you))   ::)

Great stuff again

((Slow down? I think I am, real life is getting in my way. Nazkhur takes out a length of parchment and glances at Elisnna as she sleeps before starting to write in her blood.))

Throm'ka Morgeth,

Me would like to write that I'm not caught up in some mess but it would be a lie. Me is stuck with some half-bred elfling who thinks tha Holy Light is best thing since slicin' gnomes. Still there has been much blood spilled 'n' even a few challenges but me have proved to meself 'n' to anyone else watchin' that me can protect even such pointless things as elflings.

It angers me to hear that ye lost yer title of Nag Ogar. Aye titles mean nothin' 'n' its what ye do that counts, but if Norviskrall will yap on 'bout ye been weak me would of done more than give him a swift kick. Maybe this is why Claws gets anger at him, me surprised she not kill him that night at Booty Bay.

Me not surprised that yer power to use yer magic is weakenin'. Not easy moving around such a weighty pup all day. Me hope that me can get back before the birth. Chieftain 'n' others might not be of any help, well maybe some of the she-orcs but the others only know bout getting pup in, never out.

Makes me heart glad that ye would be prepared to take a blood oath with me even if me heart no long beats. I hope to return soon, but me can't say yet, but when me do me would make good me promise 'n' take the oath.

The doll is well travelled. Make it on Draenor before First War 'n' added the Clan signs durin' the War. Me Blood-Sister Grelzg used to mock me cus I spent so much time makin' it. I Miss the days that I used to think that one day me would have me own pup. Best me can do now is help protect ye 'n' yers.

Me will keep poundin' the path to glory until me can be around the campfire again.

Blood, honour 'n' much poundin'

Sister Naz

((Well because of Real Life happenings by now even Claws will have caught up :P Here is the next part, its shorter than I'd hoped but I got distracted and couldn't get back in the mood to write.))

Nearly a week past as both Orc and Half Elf remained hidden in the ruins of Silvermoon. Only a few wretched Elves tried to make any form of trouble and Nazkhur was growing ever bored with the ramblings of Elisnna. She would talk for hours on her views of the Holy Light and how it had a divine will that could guide those who believed. These long and drawn out conversations weren’t as annoying as the news from the Tribe however. The Orc had felt rage flow through her when she had read the news that Morgeth had been returned to the place of Oathbound.

“How long must we stay here?” questioned Nazkhur to break her silence during one of the Elves lectures. Forced to stop in mid sentence she thought for a moment before answering. “I’m not sure, but I did have a dream a couple of nights ago.” “Nights ago?! Ye mean we ‘ave been sittin’ ‘ere when we could be else where?” grumbled the Death Knight. “Well I wasn’t sure it was a vision or just a dream.” Murmured Elisnna as she got to her feet and walked over to the doorway.

It was not long after dawn and the sun was just starting to rise over the walls of the cities ruins. The Half Elf looked out and even from this distance could still see Falconwing Square. The Blood Elves were busy as normal and Elisnna hated the idea that shuck a high born race could fall so far as to draw the Light from the strange Naaru creatures. Behind her, Nazkhur got to her feet and appeared behind the Elf. “Tell me of yer dream.” The Orc stated in an almost demanding tone. Elissna turned and tried to brush past the Death Knight but didn’t get far before the Orc had grabbed her by the shoulder and pinned her against the wall. “Tell me!” Nazkhur demanded again, this time with her face almost pressed against the Elves.

The Half Elf didn’t try and move, but simple frowned. “Are all Orcs so brutish?” Nazkhur snarled slightly and pressed her against the wall harder. Knowing that the Orc wasn’t about to let her go and if she didn’t answer her ribcage would likely get crushed, Elisnna finally spoke. “It was of someone I knew, a girl at Alterac.” The Death Knight suddenly released her grip on the Elf making her drop to the floor. “Me not want to know what ye lustin’ after.” said Naz as she towered over the Elf. Elisnna rubbed her chest over the area where the heavy metal gauntlet had been pressing before looking up at the Orc. “It wasn’t like that! Well it was, but that’s not the point!” Elisnna screamed at Naz, trying to seem angry but ending up more embarrassed. As the Half Elf struggled to her feet, the Death Knight stomped off across the room and slumped down next to the small fire. “Her father was good man in life, all the Nordbrock were. Fortecroise was executed as a traitor by the Alliance following the fall of Alterac. His view on the Holy Light was different and seen as dangerous.” continued the Elf as Naz stared at the fire.

Quote from: Nazkhur on February 08, 2009, 02:11:19 PM
Well because of Real Life happenings by now even Claws will have caught up :P Here is the

  :o :P :P :P

((Just proves that Claws is kept busy and doesn't sit around a campfire picking her nose *looks at Bugor.* :P Anyways here is the next part. Yes, its short. For the next part I'm looking for Victim volunteer who doesn't mind me using their character in the story. Nothing bad but would like to get some red blade in. ))

“He believed that there was a fourth virtue, humility and that all should be humble before the Light.” explained Elisnna as the Orc placed another log on the fire. The Half Elf looked her companion over who now shifted her attention back to her “What’s this got ta do with me? Ye, yer friends ‘n’ yer Grom-damn ‘oly Light have nothin’ ta do with me or me Tribe.” The Death Knight got to her feet and stormed over to the far wall and grabbed her halberd that was leaning against it. As she turned, but couldn’t shake off the thought that entered her mind, the memories of her own humble beginnings and all she had once hoped for. Nazkhur was about to speak but the Half Elf beat her too it, “Your duty to me is done. I only mention Fortecroise to you because he fights for your Horde from beyond the grave.”

The Orc stepped closer to Elissna, “Yer mean he’s Forsaken?” she questioned. The Elf simply nodded which made the Death Knight sigh. “If you truly believe that everyone is equal you should seek him out.” remarked Elisnna. The Orc grunted at the idea, “At birth alone we should be equal, but yer actions in life should change how equal ye are.” she said with a grin appearing under her helm.

With that Nazkhur walked across the room and only stopped briefly at the doorway when Elisnna mumbled “Light bless you.” Free from the rambling of the Elf, the Orc wanted nothing more than to return to her Tribe and fore fill her promise and make her oath with Morgeth. As she walked through the wet grass her mind started to race. She had done her duty to Elisnna and proved she was worthily to protect Morgeth and her bloodline, but still the idea of making life equal seemed to stick in her mind. She had seen too often how some bucket headed Orcs had been given places of power for pure brute strength and how still peons slaved away under hard taskmasters.

Pausing outside the Shepherd’s Gate of Silvermoon she caught the scent of something familiar. As she looked over her shoulder she saw him, Deathowl, waiting patiently and with a large wolfish grin. Striding over she took the reins in her hands and mounted the beast. “We ride again.” Naz mumbled as Deathhowl let out his famed howl making a near by Blood Elf Guard have to cover his ears. With that the pair rode south through Eversong Woods and into the Ghostlands.

Quote from: Nazkhur on February 11, 2009, 03:11:22 PM
For the next part I'm looking for Victim volunteer who doesn't mind me using their character in the story. Nothing bad good will happen to him but would like to get some real red blood in.

Claws points at Norvis.
"He said he would volunteer we all heard him"  ::)

Many of us know or can at least make a good guess about what happens when one contradicts Claws. And me is not that curious to find out for real yet.
So ...
*closes his eyes and waits for the blow the story*

P.S.: can we have this story also on ze wiki?

Quote from: Norviskrall on February 11, 2009, 08:34:13 PM
Many of us know or can at least make a good guess about what happens when one contradicts Claws.

OH I' m deeply hurt and shocked  ;) ::)

Quote from: Claws on February 12, 2009, 12:17:23 AM

Quote from: Norviskrall on February 11, 2009, 08:34:13 PM
Many of us know or can at least make a good guess about what happens when one contradicts Claws.

OH I' m deeply hurt and shocked  ;) ::)

No! You know we love you anyway!

((There have been a few changes to the plot, but I have managed to come up with an ending that will work. Enjoy and be prepared.))

After spending the night riding, Nazkhur and Deathowl arrived in the Tirisfal Glades. The Orc had never liked being in any of the lands marked by the blight, but the Glades were important for her. Not only was there a zeppelin that she could take to Orgrimmar, but also the town of Brill lay there. Brill had been the last place she had seen any of the Tribe as they fought back against the army of the Alliance. This might have been why she felt so drawn to ride into the town, or maybe something else was still using her as its pawn.

As the Death Knight rode up the road she could see that the damage that the town had suffered in the raid was nearly all repaired and many Forsaken were still hard at work, but one stood out from the others. In the middle of the hurried work was standing a single male undead, he was tall, bald and wearing an eye patch. At first Nazkhur paid little attention but the more she looked the more she felt the draw of something wanting her to go closer. With a pull on the reins Deathowl walked slowly forward as the Orcs eyes remained fixed on that one undead.

Coming to a stop outside Gallows End Tavern she could feel that she was being watched. As she climbed from her large grey wolf the man approached. “Greetings Fallen warrior.” he said and raised his right hand slightly as he leaned against his staff. For the moment the Death Knight said nothing and looked over the Forsaken again. If he was important he surely didn’t look it, he wore a ragged and tattered robe. It might have been white at one point but now it took on a grey colour and was splattered with mud and a few places. “Throm’ka.” answered Naz finally. “Me is lookin’ for a Fortecroise. Ye know any undead by that name?” The undead smiles a hideous grin and gestured the Orc to follow him into the Tavern.

“I know Elisnna would send you sooner or later.” He said as he led the Orc inside. The comment made the Death Knight pause for a moment. “How ye know that? Who are ye?” she questioned, much to the amusement of the Forsaken. “I am Fortecroise Nordbrock, priest and believer of the fourth virtue.” The undead took a seat and look up at the Orc. “I am sorry that you have been used by the Light so, but I know it doesn’t do so without it reasons. You come from humble beginnings and this is important, not for you but for many.” The Orc thought for the moment, but as hard as she tried she found it hard to understand what the undead meant. Fortecroise gestured her to come closer and with the confidence that she could kill the unarmed priest before he could strike Nazkhur came closer so her face was less than a hands length away. “The Peons.” he whispered at the Orc.

“The Peons?” hissed the Death Knight. “What ‘bout them?” The undead simple grinned. “Ye don’t mean?” she questioned as an idea jumped into her mind. Fortecroise nodded, “Yes, a revolt.” Nazkhur resisted the temptation to gasp and grasped the undead by the neck. “Me is no traitor. Me isn’t as stupid as ye think either. Ye make trouble for the Horde ‘n’ let tha Alliance attack us when we are lookin’ other way.” snarled the Orc before pushing the Forsaken away and making him fall backwards in his chair. Before he could answer Nazkhur got to her feet and left the Tavern.

Quickly striding over to Deathowl she climbed on him, “Lets ride!” she called out and the wolf charged away towards the Zeppelin Tower.