Left foot, right foot, staff
left foot, right foot, staff
left foot, right foot, staff
How long have it been sence I last saw them now? at lest a moon cycel now I suppose. I can't keep track of time now, just walking at the days and pretending like I am sleeping at the nights. Wonder if I see them once more? It's been long now, funny that during the last season of my life that I have need of time. All I remmber is that soon, it will be a new time, a important time is coming, a... my memory is not what it was... it's... Kosh'harg... yes....
I am at the land of the winds now, I should be moving to Oshu'gun, I suppose you will be angry if I don't?
What use is it speaking to myself if I know the spirit does not even lissen now? I suppose old track leaves marks over my scared face
I better not go were they normaly are, I move to the shade of Oshu'gun, there I can be alone and so can they. Wonder if someone will hear this? at lest, if they do, I will lissen to what they will answer but now....
Left foot, right foot, staff
left foot right foot staff......
((More entries will follow in time))
finnaly here....
Oshu'gun... I presume I wait...
I remain here, in the sun of Oshu'gun, I know I should be in the shadows of the sacret land but you can't get everything now can you? I not like to dishonor those others of the red blade after all, I just hope they stay in the shadows of the mountain so we don't meet
So long now, I have wanderd back from Outland to Azeroth
Something is happening, something I can't tell yet
Someone is returning, who? what? I can't tell
Someone dark
burning legion? a Eredar lord?
Some undead rise to power?
Our own brothers maybe?
The elemments are raging were ever I go, I try to calm them down but they won't lissen
One of them attacked me only for walking pass him
One thing I am most afraid of, is not seeing what happening, I normaly see glimps of what is happening, but not now
I see nothing, nothing at all, could the nothing be a vison itself? could the spririts be showing me nothing or show me nothing at all?
could I have angred them so they won't show me? or do they show me as normaly and the vison is nothing?
I hope some shaman of the red blade hear this, anyone infact
during my time alone, this have been the hardest, no one to help and to tell things I know to others
well, anyone expect the mate of the chiftain, sorry about that "Koz"
Been walking now untill I hit the Swamp of Sorrow
I could swear the elements are going cracy here as well
On other news, I came in contact with a human Warlock, he did only laugth at me considerin how Old I looked, I did not really understood what he said
I waited untill he was close and pointed at my face, then I smaked him with my staff, I keep smaking him untill he was dead
It feelt good
Will probly stay short in Stonard, hoping not to meet anyone in the tribe there
I had a really nice chat with my Father today
He told me to go to the north, all the way up to Blackrock
seems I don't have much of a choice have I now?
choice... such a funny word to me, considering I never had any choice in my life
do this, do that, go there, kill him
allways the same
no choice
*Regorns falls down on his knees, holding his hands to his head*
Pain... Pain... screams... stop... make it stop!
The very earth itself
it crumbels
I hear suffering, I hear maddness, I hear it all...
Death
Death
Death...
the end... feels so close...
I can't... keep walking... I need... time...
*Regorns falls down unconscious just outside Stonard*
*Regorn awakes on a bed in Stonard*
were.... were? everything was... black....
I hate it... when the Spirits are... correct....
*falls in deep sleep*
Regorn was getting ready to leave Stonard, all he knew now that the spirits had told him before all whent dark to travel north, pass the swamp and forest to the burning lands. He could feel the land had been shifted, things were not were they use to be, but the trip were going to remain a hard one none the less, first travel pass the swamp, then going on the edge of Human lands.
Could the land have changed act as his favour? the Element of Earth whould be avalibel to tell him more so it was time to try conntact the earth. Regorn walked outside Stonard and took up one of his many pouches, this one containing a special form of Dust, made from pure elemental rock. Slowly, he put some of it on the ground, prepering to see if the earth heed his call, and it did. The Earth was clearly in rage but he controlled himself, much damage had been happening of latly.
Right before Regorn did an Earth element apper, the earth said in Kalimag the earth had been torn appart north of here, opening up a new path for mortals. Regorn bowed with respect to the earth, such path whould take a lot of travel off his old body, the earth left whitout speaking, he had a lot to do. Regorn still knew he had to past the human lands of Redridge. What he could remmber from the time the old Horde were killing there, there was a large lake in the middel of the land, you could take the bridge, but it was next to the human town so it was out of the question, so you must walk around it, it whould take days at current speed. Seems it must be solved later.
So begun the longest journey of his life, the one to change him, forever in a way he might just like
Regorn arrived at the Redridge Mountens, watching over the new formed path.
"I understand why the earth is in such torment, very soil, dust and rock have been twisted"
He watched over Redridge and notice most of the land was uneffected but the new path lead straigt to the burning lands, the domain were Fire and Earth meets. Soon he had come halfway before he notice the shadows falling, it was soon night and he had not power to walk all night so it was time to prepair the ground he whould spend his few sleeping hours on.
After preparing the ground and setting up a small fire he begun to sleep and the nightmeres return...
Killing, burning slaying all of them, First Dranei, then other Orcs, then Humans, after that, Dwarfs and at last, Humans again... but it did not end there Now hourse men, pigs men then the burning shadow returned.
That marked the time he awoken, still time left before the sun whould rise over the mountains but he could not sleep, the horrors whould return once more if he did.
Regorn whould willingly insult tribes men if they used the cursed fel, he whould not lose his sanity when hordes of Undead come charging at him yet... in the dream after the burning shadow there is something he dares not to see...
He got on his feet and started walking after putting out the fire, the land of flame and earth awaited
Regorn Arrived at the Burning land, truly a feat of the fire lord that was once summoned, you can't say the shattering made it any better here. As Regorn arrived he looked over the land, much of it was changed, the old marks that he oriented himself with is now gone, to make it even better, he had enter this place at a new entry point, so old memmories won't be much of an help now. He stood and looked over the land, utterly confused then a vison apperd infront his eyes
The vison was very clear, yet hiden in a mist of shadows. He saw Thunder coming down, and an old altar, altar of storm and the altar being corrupted by Warlocks.
The vison ended as fast as it begun, Regorn knew now the Spirit wanted him to go to this, Altar of storms, he knew one was in the burning lands but, were? he can no longer reconise the land from his previus travel here, nor does he have any maps. If he could find a path to reach it he might be avalibel to look for it. Was it... East? or have he enterd from the South? and were whould you walk from there in that case? not to speak of all the dangers in thise lands. Staying away from them won't be easy if he can't find them. Regorn then desided to see if he could get some help, just a littel bit of help whould be good.
Regorn sat down and asked the Wind for a littel aid, a message to be sent to those that can send one back
"I, a lost Shaman seek your aid, Even if I am not worthy to be seen now, I ask, I beg of you. If you can point me in a direction that you know will lead me to the Altar of Storm in the burning land"
Then he send his Voice on the Winds and hopes someone will answer back
** This will become a little interactive for other Shamans, if your charecter is strong enougth you can answer back a short message to me IC using the wind to carry your voice, feel free to say anything at all to me, as long it's IC (and only when I have sended out the wind), you can even speak about it to other tribe memmbers before sending a message back to me, I will wait for 3 days(the 27;th) before I will answer and act as you help me. (to send an message back to me, just reply, but don't spam the thread :P), I will minimise the amount of OOC I communicate with in here, btw, short OOC Q: were are you now IC? **
Now Regorn prepaird a camp, it whould take a while for the Wind to travel to anyone and then back again, Regorn only hoped his honor whould be high enought, after all... His last action in the tribe before leaving for this journey was after all to insult the Chiftain's mate...
And so the wind did not return, Regorn sat beside his campfire and did not even feel a small breeze of words, the air was silenct. Regorn did however, knowing that he had gained no answer smiled a bit, he now knew his honor was not enougth now but he did wonder what the others were thinking off him? And Old crazy man? Traitor for leaving so suddently? or simply forgotten him? Deep inside him he was hopping for the last one, it whould not save him from dishonor but from the full effect.
Maybe it's time to change my ways? first I cared for honor only, so much it allmost got me killed, then I stopped caring about honor so much. Maybe I should seek out my old friend and mentor, Tag'rash Thunderfury? he did give me life again, only fitting that I return to him as still a student, something never changes.
Regorn put out his campfire and started to think how he whould reach his destination, he had no marks and there were no roads here. Best hope was to find the Blackrock mountens to organize were he is, so then he started walking, he knew from memories that if you see the Ogre mound, the mounten is northwest of you. Might be hard tho... considering he does not know were Northwest is... it's like looking for a talbuk in Shadowmoon vally.
Regorn stoped to lissen one last time on the winds to hear if anything could be heard... and nothing could be heard. At lest he knew how high his honor was. Then he started walking, it whould take a long time to find something that he does not know how to find, If even the Ogre mound is still there
Maybe I should not have insulted the chiftains mate?
Quote from: Regorn on December 27, 2010, 09:01:41 PM
Maybe I should not have insulted the chiftains mate?
((Then again ::) ))
After long wandering over the land of earth and flame, you could see Regorn, coverd with ash and sweat, the heat was not the major thing in this land but the lack of Water, any normal water whould boil away to quick on the ground and he is running out of drinking water
To get aid from the element of water in this land is hard work, not like water enjoys the company of the flames
Regorn have been lucky so far, he have not seen any large animals, Blackrock orcs, Dragons or Ogres, but the last one is a bad sign. After days he have not found the Ogre mound, his target, every small hill have so far not contained a mound, could the Shattering destoryed it?
It was rather bad now, water for only three more days and he was far away from the Altar of Storms, he could not as well resupply himself that easly, no camp in sight.
The Wind did not help Regorn on this journey, probly do to his own Honor but even if he whould die trying to complete this journey, it whould be the last one of his life, Regorn did smile a bit on the thinking that this whould be his final journey. Some rest he whould get and a new dudy whould apper for him in the next life but...
...Regorn knew his life whould not end this day, it whould end later, much later, he had a lot to repay for before he dies but that does not save him from crises if he walks in to them willingly and his water is running away in the speed of the waterfalls
So over the burning land, Regorn saw someone coming near, a Human. The human was walking as his hourse was caring sevral items.
Regorn was soon out of drinking water, it might last untill this day only, no more. He needs drinking water and the human might have some but who was the human? he had no tabard of the alliance. He whould hardly simply accept trade to an orc, realtion ain't the good thing at this momment.
How whould he get water? the easy way whould be to kill the human, he does not seem to be carying any armor or weapon, other whould be to follow him and wait untill night and steal if he had any water. Or some other way?
Regorn was never good at deciciding what to do, he simply followed guildlines and orders from other his entire life. Maybe he whould need some help? whould it be honorble to steal? or to kill him? or is there any honor at all?
If he want to return when his journy is done, he need honor as it seems to be a mark of life but not like Regorn cared much but now he must. Last time he send his voice on the wind he got no answer, let's try it again...
Tribesmen of the Red Blade, if you whould like to hear my call then do so, if you find me not worthy iqnore me and I won't bother you again tell me, what whould you do in this dilema? steal or kill just to loot his corps?
and so Regorn send his voice on the wind and hopes for a quick answer
Mazguul sat quietly in the cave in which she had made her home, high in the eye of the Wailing Caverns.
She watched a pot on the fire, it's simmering contents being the only sound within the cave aside from the soft breathing of her sleeping twin pups and the occasional 'wail' of the wind that gave the caverns its name.
Or these were the sounds another would hear if they stumbled upon her and her cherished offspring. The she-orc herself heard many things for she heard whispers in her mind of those in the spirit world. Gibberish, nonsense, it was all she could do to stay sane. Sleep came rarely to one whose head was filled with such noise and this was the reason once more for her insomnia this night.
However, tonight was different. Tonight she heard something new, or something which previously she had dismissed as the cavern's wailing wind, but had now reason to believe that she had been wrong.
A voice on the wind. A voice which she had not heard in a long time.
With a grumble Mazguul rose slowly to her feet and made her way over to the pot on the fire, using a bit of cloth to move the pot aside and expose the dying flames beneath. As she lay the cloth over the top of the pot the she-orc snorted, her nose ring flicking slightly with the force. She glared at the flames. Almost in sheer embarrassment the fire roared into life once more, larger than before as if trying to make up for its previous poor performance.
"Is it he?" she asked the fire, for too often she had been warned against accepting appearances - she required proof.
For a while she stood there staring into the fire. Her hand occasionally dipping into the flames letting them lick her hands and each time she did so the fire burned with varied intensity and pattern, lighting up the cave in a myriad of ever changing reds, oranges, yellows and shadows. Eventually a small smile of delight curled round her single tusk. She took her hand out of the flames for the final time, her flesh unharmed.
"Well I'll be.... he be alive"
Mazguul walked away from the fire, not noticing as the flames died down with every step she took further way from it for her attention was on the soundly sleeping orclings and then the mouth of the cave. It was here, standing on the ledge at the entrance to her home, that she called out
"Orc, there be no honour in stealin' or slaughterin' fer the sake o' it. As we shaman ask the Spirits so yer must ask too... but remember there be no harm in defendin' yerself if things go astray. Seek peace but prepare fer war."
Mazguul turned away from the outside world.
"Carry m' message on yer back Spirits if yer may" Mazguul whispered softly before stepping inside once more.
Regorn saw the human and felt the wind on his skin and soon he heard the message the wind carried on it
Regorn heard it and set off to walk even more, one way or an other he whould find out if he whould get water, even when the last water is out, he can keep walking for a day whitout problem, then things whould get problematic...
The land was dark, ashes rained down and smoke was heavy on this day.
Regorn could feel a pain from his head, cleary a sign of that he needs water but the last water is now gone, if he finds no water soon he will have his grave not burn but coverd in ash.
He sat down on the ground, saw his clothe lost there blue color and turned gray from the ash and dirt, it seems the color of his clothe match his mood, first he was calm in Stonard, after that the clothe lost the blue color. Chanse, faith or spirit pointing obviusly things at him, anything whould do as an explenation.
Regorn took his staff and started to dig, the ground was hard but it was possible, incase he whould not find water, he whould have a small pit to die and set himself on fire on, if that was now were the spirits whould guide him.
Then he heard a small roar-like sound, looking up he saw a small black Dragon whelp, cursed spawn of Deathwing, doomed to be death before they were born, then Regorn took his equipment and walked away quickly as he could, when a dragon whealp was out, a Drake was soon to be. Hardly they whould leave the young unprotected.
The whelping did not seem to like him, obviusly and tried to scrach him, Regorn just coverd himself from him but he became more aggresiv, the small whelping whould soon break thrue the small amount of protection his clothe had and make wounds. That moment Regorn turned around and hit the whelp with his staff, the poor things flied away and hit the ground and started to yell for help. Regorn crushed it's neck before it yelled to much. He could not leave it there, the black flight whould just find him then much easier and Regorn is in no conndition to take down a drake so he put it in the hole he made and put the whelp there, covering it in the ground.
"I am sorry little whelp, I can't grant you the peace of Dragonblight..."
Regorn did not care if he had burtaly killed it or saved it from a life of suffering to others, he focus now on finding water and he saw it, in the dirt he have digged up were a small bottle of strangly, water
Regorn looked on this bottle and found nothing strange about it, just common freashwater, then he started to wonder what made him really to notice the bottle, his digging of his grave, or the killing of the poor whelp?
The Day started out good, Regorn had found the road. It took a number of days that he rather want to forget, now he only need to travel west untill he reach the altar. As he walked over the burning land he notice clouds coming up, a new, small vulcano had been born just a few minuts ago, that was why there were so much aches yesterday, the new vulcano was forcing itself up.
This was a new delay, the vulcano whould fill up the air with smoke and dust, it whould be dangerus to travel and he needed shelter, just when you think you had everything sorted up and were going well, something comes in your way, like allways.
Regorn looked around for something to serve as a shelter, not much however he found. A small rock formation, but that won't protect him from the smoke, a small hole in the ground, he rather not sit in if lava comes floting. Then the ashes really came, Regorn vison got dark, it was like walking in to a snowstorm, you saw nothing infront of you.
Then the wind cames as well, quick wind smaching on to you from diffrent direction, clearly it was bad now, breathing became harder as well, even with a protectiv pieace of cloth on your face. Then Regorn saw someone, an elder orc watching him. Regorn tried to speak to it but the other orc shush him down then pointed at a direction, then he backed away. Regorn started walking in the direction and soon found himself a cave, a dark cold one but it had something even better then shelter in it, a small spring. He could fill up his water supply now, he turned to the cave exist and the orc was there again, he did not speak but he waved goodbye and backed away once again.
After a few minuts and filled up his water Regorn started thinking... who was he? He was dressed in a normal shaman wolf cloth but... Regorn reconised him a bit.
Then he relise who it was, old mentor, old teacher, old guide, old orc and old friend. Thar'grash Thunderfury
When relisesing it, he ran quickly to the cavren exist to see if he had remained but no, it was only ashes, Regorn was only fooling himself, Tag'Rash was dead, killed by fel flames...
The ashes have been raining down, it was clear once again. It was hot air but you could be in it at lest. Regorn then started to walk out to the road once again, it could not be long left now to walk but Regorn was thinking deep in his mind, remmber old days. The time before the death of Thar'grash.
Deep in the memory Regorn had, there was a small peroid of memory he liked, after the days of the third war untill the death of Thar'grash Thunderfury, founder of Thunderfury Clan.
Regorn remmberd meeting him, remmber learning from him, remmber fighting with him and remmber his body burn, not by the fire he wanted but from a warlock.
Those old day's of Thunderfury was... a happy time of Regorns life, probly the only time, A Clan made from pure orcs who reacted fel in all forms, Warriors and Shamans of the horde, destiend to hold the shamanistic horde's honor. Regorn was happy then, deep in his memory that he had left he had one time when he was happy. Thunderfury Clan were fithing against demons, alliance and traitors but with the death of Thar'grash, corruption started to spread. The entire pure clan turned around the other way, people left it, tainted or pure.
In the end, only two pure remained in the Clan, Regorn and Olgama. Ahhh... Olgama, she was a fiery Warrior, she did even beat down the Chiftain during a drinking party...bothe in drinks and in a brawl.
But They did what they had to do, Something they had know they had to do in the end. They shatterd what was left of Thunderfury Clans bleeding body and put it to rest.
But it did not end there for Regorn, Olgama joined the other Orcs in war while Regorn was shatterd himself, he put the blame of Thunderfury on himself. Why did he not see the corruption? Why could he not fight it? He was Far Seer Regorn Thunderheart of the Thunderfury Clan! Why could he not see something infront of him?
At last, it was to no help, he whould never learn why, but the ideal of Thar'grash was deep inside Regorn, deep inside the memory he had left...
((This was a tribute to my old RP guild Thunderfury Clan, I was spiritual leader and third in command, the guild fell appart do to in-activity shortly after the 2 leaders stopped playing, I was not ready to become a guild leader and the guild died (thus Regorn blames himself for the fall of Thunderfury), Olgama and Thar'grash was memmbers of the Clan))
So the morning came, The Sun begun to shine and Regorn watched the altar of Storms
This place is very tainted and dangerus
So far there have been many cultis around so far, Regorn does not know what he is to do here, Then he gained a vison from the Spirits
This vison was not of a place, or a target were he needed to go, but he saw a Vison of the things that will happen, His old roots of Far Seer.
The Vison started out dark, smoke and dust, Then he heard something, a man, coughing in the smoke. The smoke cleared away and he saw himself as an orc but... in cultis cloths. He looked up and saw himself reading a blow with his bare first and started hitting the orc. After a while, the vison vanish. Regorn knew why he was here now. He have come here to kill someone, out of pure rage.
He was not found of this, Regorn did not like fithing with pure rage but this was going to happen, if he tried to stop it or not but the vison did not say who it was, or when. It was clear it was still here in the burning lands but it did not give away any mark. Typical for a vison.
Regorn looked around and saw a group of young cultis, of diffrent races following an older Cultis, clearly they were students. Regorn thought to himself, what if he could convinse thise young souls to not take up the life of fel? it could save them or save others from them. He followed, slowly, hoping he whould not be seen. The group suddently turned away from the other cultis, that was going to make it easier to follow them, they walked toward an altar and a ritual spot. Seemingly a place were they could... "study"...
Then Regorn saw his chanse, the older Cultis, and Orc was a bit behind the student, this was his chanse to kill him. Regorn made himself ready and just as he was about to strike out, a voice was heard screaming
"Look out Master!"
The Orc Cultis turned around and called flames up to strike Regorn, Regorn had barly anytime to react, his arm got a light burn and Fall down, the older orc orderd students to quickly hold Regorn down and picked up his Knife. Regorn was hold down by the younglings and the Orc raised his knife...
The cultis orc hold his dagger high, he was about to strike, a hit to his heart whould mean the death to Regorn.
The Sky quickly closed, and down the Thunder came
A great shock to all around him, they flied off sevral meter. Regorn quickly picked up his staff and run over to the Elder Orc and hit him, then set flames on his head, the screams were loud, from the orc and his students. Regorn was enraged, raged by the fact the younglings willingly traded there souls and other peopls souls for empty power. He throwed his staff on one of the five students, he died right away. Then he called down thunder once again and striked down two others, he took earth from the ground and made it to lava and throwed it on the fourth. Then only one remained, a young orc, trying to hide in the shadows of the smoke, but the smoke cleared away. Regorn walked up to him.
Even if he saw the youngling as he begged for his life, he started hitting him, he keept hitting him untill his face was complete ruined, Then regorn droped him down.
The vison was true, as foretold, it does not mater what he does, it allways comes true. No mater what he does.
This Regorn did not plan to keep as a nightmere inside him. Regorn called on the winds to share the vison he saw, of what he just did. If the tribe memmbers finds it dishonorble, then they will at lest know of his dishonor.
"I call on the winds, please, show those I call brothers and sisters of the packt what I have done, let them judge me. No one else is fit to do so..."
Regorn woken up from an other nightmere, no mater what he does, they just keep coming back
Regorn just wanted to get away from the burning lands, just, away. He started going toward blackrock, if he can get to Badlands, he could ride a wyren far away at lest. He did not care were, just somewere, not here. Hopefully blackrock had not change in the shattering but maybe some patrolls whould be encounterd. Regorn readies himself and started walking away, at lest when he hits Searing Gorge he will know the way, unless there is a giant hole in the ground that is.
He should leave anyway, the cultis will find the bodies soon probly and beging to look for him, Regorn was tierd, tierd of all the nightmeres, of all the killing, of all corruption seeping by as he walks
He is just tierd of it all...
Regorn had cleard out of Black Rock mounten, he remmbers the days of the old horde when he was here to fight, but he does not want to remmber that, he wants to remmber, what did go wrong at the Thunderfury clan?
While walking, Regorn day-dreamed, dreamed memories of the old time he had, he remmberd Thar'grash. Olgama, The Wise one, Zurdon, Gorokk and many others...
It all started when he meet Olgama, she told him of a place he could call home, and so he did. Thar'grash was the founder but passed leadership to the Wise one, a truly wise leader but strong. Regorn allways wonderd what his name really was but Thar'grash teach Regorn that it was not important, names have no meaning. After some time of glory for the clan, Thar'grash died away...
You could allmost smell the corruption but Regorn did not see it, all around him it was, but he could not see it. The Wise One was later found dead, Gorokk claimed he died in the cold north of Northrend, but it made little sence, why whould he go alone? he had a Clan behind him. Everyone knew it was something with Gorokk, he embraced Grommash old ways... of Killing.
We became blood thirsty in the clan, we fougth and fougth but then Regorn had enoguth of it and confronted Gorokk
It was the last thing he did, Regorn died that day for the first time. Regorn could hold Gorokk off, but no way he could ever hope to defeat him, he was just to Powerfull.
When the rest of the Clan had left his dying body he returned to this world, the Spirits judged him not ready for the Sprit world and returned his sprit to the world of mortals. Regorn wished they had not. He still had some followers when he returned to the clan, he confronted him again but this time with aid.
Gorokk fleed but corrption was still there, you could allmost smell the demons, who whould have done this? we had no warlocks, we forbid all connection with Fel. In the end, there was no leader, the Clan turned on itself and only two pure remained, they shatterd what was left of Thunderfury Clan. It's tormented decay was put to an end.
So why did not Regorn see the corrpution? and who did it? He had seen glimps of the future, event that happen before and after. Seen across entire lands but yet, something infront of him remained in darkness.
but now it's time to stop day dreaming, the Badlands awaits, there he can re-supply and catch a Wyren to far away, Regorn it tierd of the burning lands...
"Wait... was there not a large piller here before?"
Regorn walked up toward the once pround piller of Badlands, it was broken, destoryed and torn from the earth itself. Clearly, Deathwing had passed here in his fullest might and scared the land.
The earthwarder was truly gone, the earth was in pain and torment, it whould take ages before the land whould recover. Nothing you could do whould seem to speed the healing process up, only pain awaited here for the earth.
Regorn desided to walk pass the new alliance based close to the piller and remain close to the scar, there he could aquire water from the Horde base close by he had seen and help the land heal. He saw across the land, badlands was changed from the beggining to the end. Nothing anyone whould do whould be notice when it comes to healing this land, to bad Regorn did not care.
Regorn watched to his side and an other orc stood, not really there but still was.
"You allways took the hard path Regorn, do you enjoy it?"
"Why whould you care? I do something at lest and I get something done"
"Indeed you do, but you barly see it, is it really worth the time and efforts?"
"I don't care"
And so, the orc next to him vanish like the wind that passed away the dust.
"Very funny Thar'grash, very funny..."
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Dawn was coming and the camp was build and done, nothing was bad so far, no alliance had come, no wild beast or crazy earth elementals, the fire was warming, Regorn was down on the ground and was thinking
"Let me presume, something is about to happen and it will take me some efforts to fix it now?"
"Why do you think that?"
"It allways happens, it's never calm like this"
"Well, if you say so, but I whould look behind you, there is an earth elemental coming this way"
Regorn got himself up quick and looked behind him, he saw nothing in the dark, he looked harder and did not see anything. Then he heard something, rumling and grinding stones, sevral Earth elementals came up to his camp, they raged and started hitting everything close to them.
"You said one Earth elemental, this is three"
"You said it was allways something that happening"
"Oh I see teacher"
"stop callling me that, you are no longer a student"
"and you will allways be a teacher"
Regorn made himself ready, throwed his staff at one of the earth elementals that impaled it, Regorn ran up to it and pulled his staff out while filling the inside of the elemental with fire, the heat made it crumble. The other earth elemental saw it's time and struck Regorn on his back, Regorn then smiled and just answerd: "Oh thank you, that fixed my back!". He turned around quickly and slamed the elementals arm off while he frost blasted the second one, the elemental looked confused over it's broken arm before started charging toward Regorn. Regorn only readied himself for the impact and got hit by the elemental, they bothe then started a brawl like fight. Regorn finished him off by hitting his head with his staff. Regorn turned toward the last earth elemental and saw it, trying to move fast dispite it being frozen. He summoned lighting and fierd it off at the elemental and it crumbeld as the other two.
"You know, I think I never stop figthing"
"If you say so, it is you who speak now"
"You never give up do you?"
"well, you can't beat me up, so why whould I not?"
Regorn started laugthing next to nothing as the night came
So an other day begun at the blasted lands, the land was no diffrent, it have never changed sence Deathwing had came pass. Regorn sat on the ground after an other sleepless night. He watched the land, no mater what time he took up to help it nothing changed about it. As he watched the lands, someone was coming closer. Someone who Regorn knew, yet he did not. Someone he had harm, yet he had not.
After a while Regorn heard that there was indeed someone who was coming closer, sound of metal scraping on the earth and other pieces of metals could be heard. Regorn turned around and saw it, it was a Draenei, a female one dressed in armor of war. She rushed toward him holding a sword high. Regorn knew it was clear, apprently some alliance from the camp had notice him after the few days. As she got closer Regorn simply, moved away from her path, considering her speed, she could not turn that easly in combat. She run pass him, stopped and this time, took a slower approch. Regorn took up his defens, he could not run anymore.
She made the first strike attack, hitting Regorns arm lossly, but thanks to the small leather armor he had the damage was not great. He reacted quickly, striking her face. The head armor was knocked off and Regorn saw her face.
"It can't be... I... I Killed you... Ages ago..."
"And now you will die for what you did!" she yelled back, speaking in Orcish strangly.
They keept figthing but Regorn did never any offensiv attacks, he only tried to doge and block her attacks, She attacked like a frenzy, a bersek on rage. She attacked hard and quick but not with great aim. Regorn took a few hit's now and again but nothing seriusly, it was a deadlock.
Regorn: "How did you survive? It was nothing left of you!"
Drenai: "Why do you care? it's allways about you!"
R: "What do you mean, and how you speak orcish?"
D: "So now finnaly after all those years it's not about you!? Have you finnaly stoped looking in the mirror!?"
R: "I don't... understand, what is this? Is this payment for my crimes child?"
D: "There is no payment! Only War!"
Regorn was lost in thougth, not about him? not payment? This is war? How did she even surive the massacre of Shatta?
D: "Fight back! You are at War!"
R: "I can't take up arms against you! Not after what I have done!"
D: "You don't get it! It's not about you, it's War!"
It feelt like time had slowed down for Regorn, he understood what he had to do. The drenai was right, ,it was never all about him. It was time to stop looking in the mirror, time to turn around and see what is really infront of him.
Regorn took his staff, swinged it rudly around and it bursted in flames, he swinged it then and slamed it in to the drenais body, The blast and the heat knocked away some of her crudly plased chest armor. Regorn shaked away the flames and impailed her. The fight was over, she was dead and Regorn had killed his past. Regorn pulled out his staff out of her now lifeless body
R: "Thank you, it's no longer about it"
Regorn turned around and heard a strong wind who came, he quickly turned around and saw the drenai's body vanish in the wind.
D: "You had no crimes to pay for, it was war."
Regorn could feel a smile coming up on his face but he could not show it but deep down, his burden feelt a little easier.
"You had something to do with this, did you not teacher?"
"Oh... I might have pulled a few strings around..."
Regorn watched the lands again, suddently... it did not look that grim
"...and stop calling me teacher before I give you a blasting headache"
"You know, I can't do that"
Regorn saw the wind who carrierd away his past, he grasped an other wind, and asked the spirits to carry this wind to his tribes men, just a small sentence.
"Were am I needed the most?"
Regorn let his voice travel on the wind, he felt good, for the first time in many years and wanted to stay that way for some time at lest.
((Now is a part were you can interact with me, tell me were I am needed the most and I will go there and help, just answer bellow on the winds, if you are no shaman, have a shaman to help you if you want to interact))
And so the morning rise once again, Regorn have had enougth with this land, everytime he did not look some crazy earthen came up and needed tendering. It was time to move on even if the land here reminded him some of Durotar.... expect that big blasted scar that he had been camping next to.
It had been very calm, nightmere were still there, some nights they were very short but still there, they ain't leaving that easly. As well there had been no vison of any kind, but it feelt like it was time to move on.
As soon as Regorn had packed everything up he stood up and he just freeze, he had never done anything without orders. Just an order of anything, the Warchife, the chiftain, the spirit, Anything. Regorn stood still and were just lost, he had no idea what he was to do, he had no experience in command, not even of himself. Were whould he go? why whould he go?
To the north was the peak of Khas Modan, south was nothing but a stone wall, not to speak about the alliance camp. West was more of the burning lands but as well the Horde base But Regorn did not know were to go.
Go there? or there? but why? what was the diffrence?
Regorn notice something he never notice in his life, he is a slave to commands, and sevral commanders hold him. Probly the major reson he was pritty "hostile" to the chiftain time to time, his orders did not aggre with the spirits.
Regorn stood there and thought a while, was he not happy as this?
In the end he nod his head, he was happy as a slave, he whould live his life out as a slave and he whould have only one wish in the end, that one wish was his and no one elses. But again, when he reach his end of days he will see if his wish will become true.
Regorn took his turn and started walking toward the horde base, as a slave he needs a master and he will find one.
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After a while he reached the Horde base, he could sell some few regents he aquierd from the earth and buy himself a few new supplies and a ride on the wyren, he was going back to Kalimdor, he did not care if the Orcs of the Red Blade was still there, he whould get there and look for a master, the spirits, a general, a small pond of water, anything...
...maybe a letter from Kozgugore telling him to shut up about warlocks?
Regorn steped off at the Sky Tower, he saw that Ogrimmar had changed last time he was there, but he still did not trust the Goblin enginnering when it comes to thing that flies or... basicly do anything at all. But when you must you must, as when you travel a Zepplin.
He looked around Ogrimmar, he walked around the parts of it that had changed and walked in to a bar, he hopped to see if he could hear someone bring tales of the Red Blade. He sat down and desided to stay for a few days in Ogrimmar, he had no master at this time so he could just as well rest... Untill he find someone or the Spirit desides to shake him up again.
T: So... what you hope to do here?
R: What you think? rest maybe?
T: You? Rest? my, my, I did not expect that
R: Do you expect anything? One more of thise Ales Barkeep
Barkeep: No, you talk to ghosts, enought for you now
T: oh, he have no idea have he not?
R: I wonder sometimes if I should have stated as a mindless warrior sometimes...
T: And leave me with no fun?
Some orcs could be heard a few tabels away, talking about that Orc in Blue was a crazy drunk, before they bursted out in laugther
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OOC:
I am wondering if the interact part of this story will be working, You think it's a good idea to keep at it?
btw, if you see me in Ogrimmar, wave :P (I am really not there in game, just in RP, sitting at the bar, talking to Tag'rash)
So the evening falled once again, Regorn had not moved from his spot at the Bar, but he managed to convince the Barkeep to let him drink even if he was talking to ghosts. It had been very calm, never gone out of the bar exepect to sleep and yet no bar fights had happen.
R: Uhh... drinking and drinking... I just can't stop it now... and I bloody like it on top of that
T: You are only dreaming ain't you?
R: You should know if I am, why don't you go off to the astreal plane and ask the Spirit for something for me to do?
Thar'grash sighted and left, Regorn notice that some people were looking at him. Regorn finished his drink and payed for himself before leaving. When he had walked out, he notice he was really, really Drunk
"Bloody Grom's Finger, I have not been this... drunk sence the time I was out parting with Thunderfuy, umm... what did we do then? Yes Yea yes! We had just won a fight against a demon! That was it..."
Regorn walked over the street, boncing back and fourth, wondering were the Inn he was staying at was. After sometime he had found it and managed to crawl himself to a bed (with some help from the Innkeeper).
One thing with drunken dreams, they are very strange, or, you remmber things you don't really want.
He remmberd the Thunderfury Clan and when they were fighting demons, they killed and killed more and more of them, but for demons it does not mater. It must have been during one of their many demon fights the Clan got tained with the foul fel. When they had started to fight demons in large times, the Clan was slowly falling appart.
Regorn awoke the next morning with a thundering hangover
"By Thunder and Lighting, I got to stop drinking... that or find an amnesia potion..."
Regorn got himself up and walked outside, he whould not find some master here expect the ale. He had heard about Deathwing bursting the Barren in two parts with a great Rift, he could maybe go there. Maybe the Elements was raging there as well?
Better then nothing...
...right after one more ale
Regorn began to walk out of Ogrimmar, a bit dizzy and trying to hold his balance, clearly, drinking before walking was not a good idea. Then again, who cared?
After walking a good bit, he notice that Durotar was indeed very diffrent, this was clearly not the same Durotar he left behind. Regorn keept walking, maybe when he comes to the barren he might get some work to do, it's better then nothing
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After two days of working, he notice it was soon time for Kosh'harg, it was infact, tomorow. That ment that none of the Red Blade were going to be at the barren and Regorn could hurry pass the Crossroads and stop at Camp Taurajo, it was just to start walking
...right after just one more ale
Regorn had just passed the great scar, it was indeed the mark Deathwing left for the Horde. It was clear that he had left the northen barren, hoppfully, no Red Blade have seen his passing.
But You can't be sure of that, the Red Blade do got good scouts, if they had notice Regorn passing by the barren, the chiftain whould know and Regorn whould be clueless about it.
Whould he be welcomed back once he returns? He left the tribe whitout so much of a word to go, but who is Regorn to question the will of the chiftain? He is the one that desides all that happens, he have earned his right to be in that position. But Regorn wonderd how much Dishonor he whould have brougth on himself by this time, but that he will learn once he returns.
Apprently, there is no camp Taurajo as well, seems the walk was for nothing, just to keep walking then.
Regorn was thinking some, he had crossed the Nothren Barren, he can't walk thrue it again, the Red Blade whould notice him, he won't have the side of distraction as the Kosh'harg is finished. So, were does he go now? More south was the Thousand needels, and even more south is more desert. Maybe he should visit the desolate? He had heard about travels telling about a change it the wastelands at the bar. Or, he could travel to.... more desert
Desolate it is then...
After a long time of wanding, Regorn could see it
Desolate, really changed a lot sence he was last here, the wild was growing in this dead long forgotten land. Regorn desided he whould stay here a bit, for there is one element that he have not tenderd for a long time, last time he did it was in Outland
Element of the Wild, he will go in to this new growing wilderness, become one with it, speak to the wild and see if it whould need help
After all, there whould be many who whould like to exploit this new grown land quite a lot
Wild knows when there is something wrong, they ain't judged by faction, they will feel taint fast as it comes. Demons still live here
There is no wolf to call this wild, but the honord Kodos are here, they come here to die
Fitting, considering Regorn want to die
Regorn looked up in the night, sitting next to the half dead Kodo, it was walking very slowly, pushing itself a bit more every few seconds untill it finaly collapsed.
It was not a sad thing to see, it simply was ment to be. Regorn sat there, waiting for sometime before getting up, he notice he himself started to feel his age. But yet even if he was old, he had no escuse to die yet. He had pleaded his life to the Spirits and they were to determin when he was to die, not himself. If he could chose himself he had jumped of a cliff long ago, or made a recless act in the third war.
Allways, the Kodos walk over to the gravyard, all of them seek this place at death, just like the Orc look after Nagrand, could we all long for death sometimes? could we all want death in our end of life? Are we bound by natur and order to want death so other can take our place when we are old and weak?
Regorn started to walk, he had been staying at the gravyard for sometime now, it was very strange to see the lands, so full of death to be now marked by a image of life. Descolate will however, forever be death for those that seeks it and for those that longs for it.
Regorn feelt restless, he had no were to go, no were to do his duty as he wanted, he heard no calls of the Spirits and the wind was quiet. he wonderd what had happen to the Red blade after the the black death arise once more on his wings. No were he looked he saw anything.
Regorn started to sit down once more but then it came to him
He saw a vison granted by the Spirits, a few travlers, encountering a band of Centours in the morning, but the cenoutars were struck by ligthing
Then the vison ended, it was clear now
Regorn were to look for some tranvlers and help them fend of some Centaours, it was allready decieded
He took off, it will happen when the new dawn comes
Now Regorn sat watching up to the night once again
this time he was trying to deciede something
whould he bury the onces he had killed here?
whould he bury the onces he thougth he whould save?
Behind him lies 3 Centaours dead, killed by mighty thunder and sword, next to him lies a dead orc, cultis
Same thing happens as last time... When the spirit give him a vison, they don't lead to what he thougth they whould lead him
That or the spirits use Regorn to kill cultis, whatever way Regorn does it
He kills cultis, no mater what race or age they are
He rather kill a child then to see it grow up if he whould be a cultis
He whould try to feel pitty for the orc, but he can't, he tries and tries all day and now, half the night
He can't feel pitty for him
He never could
Regorn is walking over the land, soon he will leave Stonetalon peak behind him. Regorn have decided to travel to Mount Hyjal. He want to see how much it had change sence the third war.
Ahhh.. the third war, a brigth momment in Azeroth history clouded in darkness and flame. After that, he will finaly return, return back to the tribe.
Wandering will take a while however.
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OOC:
I will return to WoW in about a month or so, "Voice on the Winds" will end soonâ,,¢
\o/
Regorn step in what he remmberd to be ashenvale, but it was it no longer
"..I remmberd it was trees here before, quite a lot of them, it feels like i missed some big political change... meh, it can't be that bad"
Regorn keept walking, he watched over the land, much of the woods gone now. He was meet by a small pack of wolfes coming and runing around him. Regorn looked at the alpha wolf in his eyes
"So, you lost your home and your life is getting harder for your pack? Follow me to the mountain? hmm... no, to far... Right, want me to follow you closer in thise lands?"
The wolf howled and waited for Regorn to start walking, clearly Regorn was not to see the mountains yet, and he was mad enougth to guide a small pack of wolfs in to enemy teritory.
If anyone was an idiot, Regorn was it
Then he started walking with the wolf following him, he feed them the little meat he had left
The wolfs ran around, smelling for others, so far the journey had been quite good and promesing. No night elf or other alliance had been seen but you can't be sure in the woods. After all, even if the wolfs are good tracker, the Night elf and the druidic powers are better in the woods.
One wolf runs up to Regorn, signaling something is infront of him
"Good wolf, let's walk around, far around, we don't want to be spoted."
It appers detour was in order, and more dangerus whould the return trip be. Then he whould not have the nouses of the Wolfs to help him. But hac, who whould not be a fool to aid someone who needs thier help? Regorn was the other type of fool, doing things he know is stupid, yet he does them becouse he can.
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OOC:
Really soonâ,,¢ for my return have about 3 (or less) things to finish now
\o/ Nice to see these IC (as well as OOC) updates still!
((This is for todays evening, typing in the future :O))
The sun was going down, now it seems to be time for rest, the wolfs have allready stoped and was preparing a small batch of grass to sleep on. Regorn watched the winds run pass him and then he heard something whisper to him...
Dead
Gone now
Rrosh-tul
Tribe gatherd now
Honor
someone was gone now, who he could not say, who he did not know, who the wind could not tell. Regorn seated himself and started meditating, he whould show his respect one way or another.
The other wolfs just sleeped in, Regorn had no time to sleep.
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Some more OOC info:
I will probly return sometime around Tuseday next week, then my last math test ends (last thing I have left).
And what he told you is true Koz :P I will still play Regorn even with that Paladin I will make
Stinky elves. D;
Regorn watched the wolf run around the place, they smelled everything and it seemed they were happy with this place. They ran up to him and bowed their heads before runing off, they had found a new home. Regorn was now to return home himself. It had been a strange journey, The spirits had showed him things, the wind have heard him as he spoke. Home now awaits, just a journey thrue the forest of Achenvale back to...
...wait... were is the tribe?
hmmm... complications... something new allways comes up
Just one last message on the wind, just one more time the wind will carry his voice
Regorn summoned the wind coming at him and he spoke
"Tribes men, I am returning now... were the frek are you?"
He started walking east, at lest it is somewere in that general direction probly
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OOC:
This is my last entery, feedback and commets whould be very apriciated.
Please type this if you want bellow and if you want, answer the Voice on the winds as well
I will be returning (if everything goes as planed) Tuseday, if it does not go as planed, wensday
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