Orcs of the Red Blade

Azeroth and Outland, both worlds swirling in wars and diplomacy, lands shared of interest and blood. Now on a peak near the great battlefields mercenarys where looking down. battles taking place all around.

Few orcs and all kinds of races in a small band all in armour and diffrent colors from diffrent bands and tribes and clans, gathered. Mercenarys, soldiers, adventurers, the group had they'r all kinds in it. Cheering and wepons held High! there was one Orc, standing on the higest point of the peak. Everyone begun to whisper of the warrior, of a tribe of orcs " it's him.. he from the orcs of the red blade.."

the orc looked down on the group, raising he's bloodened blades, revealing the red tabard on he's chest for all to see. and the mark of "the orcs of the Red Blades"

-Some of you know me! i am Loial the Wolf whisperer! i order no one! i can only inspire!
the many small and both big wars have been many, and they never seem to stop!
there for i beg of you all, loyal to the horde, go spread these word! in the name of Thrall!

-the messeage leads-

Hear me, my warriors of blood and the Horde!
Soldiers from all the edges of the Azeroth!
Let us join our forces
To an army... UNITED!!!!!

----

the group of soldiers in big roars and agreement cheered and sang Lok'tras
soon after, they scattered to tell theyr bands, covenants , tribes and clans. of the united force, for a big comming battle.

Loial begun to move, to find he's tribe he been long lost too. "Blood and Honour, i am comming home... brothers..."

(( Cheers! And if I understand well, then welcome back! ))