Orcs of the Red Blade

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I. The tribe meeting:

At the tribe meeting of the longest night in Feralas (13/11) the chieftain announced that the tribe had been called upon and would move towards Northrend. With such a future ahead of them the tribe was made aware of that preparations would have to be made: furs, food and courage needed to be gathered.

The tribe ended the evening by departing to Shadowprey village, where they'd plan out their strategy towards pushing further north. The village, it seemed, would provide with shelter, warmth and perhaps even some fishing for the time being.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "Northrend. All that place spells for me is cold and death, but Kozgugore's wisdom is greater than mine, and I trust him. We'll all die on the boat to that miserable place, but at least we'll do it together".


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II. Moving back to Durotar:

From Shadowprey Village the tribe left with more supplies than they had first arrived with. Having attended a local fishing contest, several orcs of the tribe had not only aquired prizes, but also a vast amount of fish. The fish was added to the supplies deemed necessary for the tribe's coming venture into Northrend. Together they made their way back to Durotar, where the chieftain assured them that the sight of their known, dried out homelands would make for a nice memory to hold onto before they'd enter the harsh north.

There was also talk about snow and cold, and needing to prepare for the journey. Looming ahead of the orcs was a war training, that the chieftain supposedly planned to take part in Winterspring, known to be one of the coldest areas within Kalimdor.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "Everything smells of bloody fish. My clothes, my wolf, my mate. It's a bit sickly. But then again, even their slimy meat make for some kind of feeling of fullness. I just hope it'll be enough. The news that not only Talonslayer and Highblade Sharpeye are with child, but Frostwalker as well, worry me. How will they fare in Northrend? I have faith in the strength of my fellow orcs, but we better make sure they have a nice layer of fat on them before we shove them into those cursed lands".

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III. War training in Winterspring:

The tribe headed into Winterspring, where the chieftain tasked them to split into two groups and endure gruesome trials within the unforgiving climate of one of the coldest places in Azeroth. Braving snow, bears and other beasts the tribesorcs were tested and got a taste of what was to come, as the coming travels to Northrend drew ever closer.

Once the trials were over the chieftain announced that the tribe would remain in Winterspring for some tribe. This to try and see how well the orcs would cope with the harsh climate, as well as giving them a somewhat secluded spot to plot their plans further.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "I'm cold. So very cold. Winterspring is all slopes and cliffs, and angry beasts. I remember coming here a long time ago, with Crude. He loved it here. Then again, he was always a bit of an idiot. We suffered through Kozgugore's trials today. Cruel orc, but I suppose he is so with necessity in mind. My group had Sadok and Orok in me. Both orcs surprised me with how well tehy worked together. Despite our differences in other contexts, I can count on them when it really matters. A reassuring thought.

When we came up against some kind of elementals, however, I could not stop myself. Despite all the promises I made about the fel, I used it. Several times. Got a bit of a nosebleed from it, but I do not think I raised any eyebrows to such a degree that they will tell Kozgugore about it. Might as well keep quiet about it. It was a one time thing, and if I don't do it again for a while, then hopefully the temptation will wear off. He has to understand that he can't throw me into situations where I have to protect myself and other orcs and expect that I won't do.. those things.

It's too much a natural part of me, woven into my spirit. No matter how furiously I deny it, the fel is in my blood.".

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IV. Journey back to Bilgewater:

After enduring the cold of Winterspring, the tribe had prepared itself as much as it could for the unforgiving could that awaited them in Northrend. They made ready to venture back to milder climates, in order to prepare for the inevitable journey north. Their destination: Bilgewater Harbour, Azshara.

Once there, they were greeted by a representative of goblin merchant, "Truthteller". Though she, as promised, had a ship ready and lying in the docks to be used at the tribe's leisure, it was heavily neglected and in dire need of repair. Haggling with the chieftain, eventually lowering the price, the orcs agreed to harvest any necessary materials to finish the remaining repairs during their stay in the Bilgewater Harbour.

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An excerpt from Kozgugore's notes: "Some of the orcs be getting edgy. I recognize the look in their eyes, the impatient demeanour. It feels as if we go to war, but all we do here is sit and wait until we can depart for some simple expedition, unfit for a tribe such as this. Perhaps we are all expecting some kind of trouble in the northern lands still. Whatever it may be, it can't be any worse than these goblins we have to put up with now. I have to remind the orcs not to sign any papers whatsoever. You never know when goblins come back to bite you in the arse with that. Perhaps it is a good thing not all of them actually know how to write.".

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V. Clearing  a path:

Since the contracted ship had proved faulty and in dire need of repairs, the orcs amassed under the leadership of chieftain Kozgugore, who had agreed to help the goblins to gather the materials necessary to complete any repairs on the ship. A group of orcs was sent out to deal with the naga on the nearby beach. After having located the apparent leader of the naga, the orcs desposed of the scaly creature, only to uncover several tablets with written texts of the highborn. Several were brought back with the orcs, who were then called upon to approach a furbolg encampment in an attempt to free up some lumber in use for the ship.
The furbolg proved hostile, and the tribe answered in turn, cutting its way into their den where they wreaked havoc and left their mark in blood. Amongst the furbolg the orcs also spotted several kaldorei, who were equally eager to attack, and equally fast to fall. Returning to their chieftain, the red blade orcs had made significant progress towards repairing the ship intended to bring them to Northrend.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "The boat is supposedly going to be repaired now, and we’ll soon be on our way. To say that I’m excited would be to lie, but all in all, there are bright sides to these times. Devilstep has returned to the tribe, and this in itself is a good thing. Another is that he brought items with him, supposedly retrieved from a warlock facility in Shadowmoon. I confess myself intrigued and since they were left in my care, I have taken the liberty to study the grimoires. The writing is horrible, obviously in some kind of advanced demonic that I have very limited knowledge in. But there might be ways to amend that. The curse that afflicted both Sadok and Grek’thar was channeled into an item, left to me by my sister. She trusted me to care for it with caution, but what if I used it to aid the tribe and further our knowledge of the enemy and the texts they use? Surely there can’t be a fault to that.. ".
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VI. The Blessing Hunt:

Under the spiritual leadership of Highblade Thur'ruk Mazguul Sharpeye the Red blade tribe participated in a ritual to grant them the favour of the spirits for their travels. The ritual itself called for a hunt, and divided into two groups, the tribe hunted down a seal and a hippogryph for Sharpeye to read the entrails from.

The entrails spoke of travels to come, and whilst Sharpeye did not delve into detail, she made the eerie statement that a head would be cut off. Exactly what that meant, no orc could say.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "I will never understand the spirits, or the shamans. Reading entrails of sea creatures. I trust in the visions of my sister, because she has aided me in the past, but I can not help but feel like most of this life is up to ourselves. When it comes down to it, all orcs are alone, unless they make the choice to bind themselves to each other. I have my tribe.".
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VII. Departure:

Having given the goblins a chance to mend the boat, the Red blade tribe finally set out to their journey towards Northrend. Spirits remaind relatively high, despite the hardships that would surely come. To pass the time on their long and somewhat tedious travels, Gosh'kar Sadok Sharptongue held a moot in regards to wheather warlocks should be excluded from higher power and not. The discussion proved an engaging one, and the tribe as a whole seemed pleased with a chance for something else to do than watch the idle waves go by.

The water was starting to grow colder, however, making it obvious what kind of place they would arrive at when next they saw land.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "I have bid my children farewell, and we are now on our way. I have not been able to translate any further from Krogon's texts. Too many orcs around. Instead I spend my time watching my dinner float away in the sea as it spews back from the depths of my stomach. I hate ships. I am not sure if Kozgugore pities me, or if he misses our children. Either way I do not mind, when he wraps his arms around me at night it is a comfort greater than any other.

I worry, though. What if Sharptongue's moot has made the orcs doubt my position, my rightful place among them. As long as Kozgugore is not in doubt, I can remain relatively safe. Should that change I will take action. I am just not sure what action."
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VIII. The crash:

As the cold of Northrend began to seep into water and wind, the tribe made good progress in their journey, but once they reached the treacherous outskirts of the frozen lands, a strange mist enveloped them. The mist itself was so thick that one could hardly breathe in it, and moreover it seems to have disturbed the spiritual connection between the members of the tribe, rendering it useless.

If it was the mist, or something else, that led to the ship crashing, one can not safely say. But the ship did crash, and the orcs plummeted into the icy embrace of Northrend's chilling waters. There they lost most of their supplies, and a lot of their personal affects. Furthermore the entire senior group of orcs, ranging from the chieftain to his High blades and his Varog'Gor, disappeared in the crash. Some believe them to be lost forever, whilst others cling to the hope that they are alive somewhere.

The survivors of the tribe made their way to a nearby cave, where they began warming themselves and trying to look for ways to orientate and perhaps move towards a Horde base. The looming thread of nearby alliance made some wish for a more hasty retreat, but hypthermia and shark attacks provided enough distraction for the tribe to remain inside the cave for the time being. In order to survive, however, they would most likely have to retrieve more supplies and move away from the vulnerable position of the cave.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "[blank]"
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IX. Getting out alive:

Leadership amongst the orcs got divided between Sadok and Karak. As Karak set out to investigate the position it fell upon Gosh'kar Sadok gather the orcs and lead them out of the cave that would undoubtedly be the place for their demise, should they decide to linger for too long. The ice cold water proved a challenge to most orcs, but eventually all made it out. Even the somewhat mentally unstable Ragaresh was dragged along, and when the tribe reached land they set out to scout the nearby area.

They were met with the sights of shoveltusk, vrykul and a few giants. Amongst these they were also able to locate a small forsaken camp, which refused them any take of supplies, but pointed them in the direction of Vengeance landing. The tribe gathered up, and set out to seek shelter in the main forsaken base. Sighs of relief were heard when they could finally consider themselves to be under the safety of a Horde banner, but many grew uneasy in the company of these forsaken individuals. For now, at least, they would be able to gather their strength.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "[blank]"
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X. Cutting a deal:

Asking the forsaken for aid proved just as difficult as before, but insteda of denying them any help what so ever, the forsaken saw fit to instead enlist the orcs to perform a number of tasks. One would be to attack the nearby alliance settlement which had vexed the forsaken stronghold for a longer period of time. Along with this the tribe was also tasked with retrieving the heads of a few of the leaders within the camp. Bravely they set forth to venture into hostile territory, seeking the means to liberate themselves from the somewhat awkward position the crash had led them into.

The orcs managed to perform their tasks well, and even found a captive apothecary within the alliance encampment. Bringing him back to his commander, they now requested that the forsaken share with them any information of supplies that he could. As such the tribe learned that the forsaken themselves had picked up a few pieces of gear, amongst which one could recognise a dagger belonging to Kozgugore Feraleye, the tribe's chieftain, who had gone missing in the crash. They were also told that more orc-like equipment had been washed ashore further north within Howling fjord, and as such - some orcs argued - that could be where their lost orcs could be found as well. With this new found hope, as well as a lingering disgust for the forsaken, the tribe set out to venture forth and found some rest within the wilderness. On their way, a few set out towards a nearby camp, which they initially believed to be of other orcs, but that instead turned out to be the temporary home of a pair of vrykul, that held not only a strange looking scroll, but also several pieces of the orcs' gear. Thus some members of the tribe managed to retrieve pieces of their beloved armour, and could once more feel like wolves, instead of naked dogs, as they made their way over the harsh fjords of Northrend.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "[blank]"
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XI. A head found:

The tribe set out to, under the leadership of Nag'Ogar Karak Dirgesong, reach the small taunka camp known as Winterhoof. There they established contact with the locals and learned of difficulties with some nearby dwarves. After having sabotaged a nearby dwarven digsite, the orcs reunited with a set goal: one of locating their missing orcs. They had already, upon arrival in Winterhoof, been greeted by Orok Felbane, who had been missing since the crash.

This inspired new hope within the orcs, and they divided into groups, before setting out to search for their missing Chieftain, Highblades and Varog'Gor. It was Yondurosh who finally found the missing orcs, who had been keeping themselves hauled up within a cave in an attempt to escape Northrend's cold. Highblade Thur'ruk Mazguul Sharpeye had suffered a grievous injury to her leg, which made all orcs eager to return to Winterhoof. There they shared in a campfire and despite leadership being restored to the chieftain, the tribe could only compliment on the excellent efforts of both Sadok Sharptongue and Karak Dirgesong, who had proved invalueable in providing safety for the tribe in absence of its true leadership.

There was still, however, the issue about mising gear.. and vrykul..

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "Never travel by boat again. Ever."
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XII. A first assault

Having gathered the entire tribe, the orcs regained some of their strength through the means of meat and drink, but soon enough set out to attack the nearby vrykul settlement of Skorn. There they found some of their stolen gear - most likely salvaged by the vrykul from the wreckage of their ship - which gave the orcs reason to feel better prepared for the north.

Come nightfall after the attack, however, something happened. Gosh'kar Sadok Sharptongue was taken, kidnapped by vrykul that were most likeli out to claim some kind of revenge, or simply knowledge about the orcs.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "The vrykul took Sadok. I've had Groshnakk scout for tracks. We think they may have taken him to the keep. We'll kill them all."
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XIII. Destroying the keep:

Not wanting to leave anyone behind, the chieftain ordered the tribe to set up a search after Gosh'kar Sadok. Having determined that he had to be either in the keep or one of the nearby villages crossing over to it, the orcs gathered all of their equipment and strength to set out and mount an assault upon the vrykul. Having used some cloak and dagger technique to get themselves closer to the keep, the orcs split into two groups that ventured into the keep to find their missing kin.

Alas neither group found Sadok, but they were able to retrieve information that lead them deep into the keep's own catacombs, where the gosh'kar was finally found. Having endured the vrykul's torture, Sadok seemed relieved to find that his tribe would not forsake him. Before leaving the keep and their horrid catacombs to their fate, the orcs managed to retrieve an artifact from one of its bottom rooms as well.

In the end they returned to camp Winterhoof, content with the outcome of the day.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "We located and found Sadok. I'm relieved that it all went according to plan. I am not doing as well. This sporadic spellcasting is eating away at me, and it's becoming increasingly hard to resist the simple resorting to the fel. I sometimes wonder why I even try to resist. The temptation will never leave me, and I even doubt the shamans of the tribe would raise their voices against me. If they would, I'd deal with it accordingly."
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XIV. Restoring Balance:

Having found their missing orcs and also their own strength, the orcs were finally led by Highblade Mazguul Sharpeye to the top of a mountain in a mission to once again awaken the spiritual bond tying them together. On their way up the slopes, the orcs were told to retrieve the heart of one of the nearby yeti.

Once the heart and the orcs had found their way up to the hill, they were presented with an altar, upon which the heart was placed. There a ritual commenced in which the orcs reaffirmed their bonds to the tribe and to each other. Invigorated by the blood oaths shared between all present, the spirits once again granted the orcs ability to communicate over vast distances.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "I hear voices again. Grom's arse, I think I can hear Gruulg farting in his sleep. Thank you, spirits. Really."
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XV. From Winterhoof to Oneqwah:

The time to leave Winterhoof behind had come, and the chieftain ordered the tribe together to move out towards Grizzly hills. As a final favor to the taunka, the orcs promised to escort one of its caravans over to camp Oneqwah. Upon reaching Oneqwah the orcs formed a small scouting group. That group, and individual orcs who took it upon themsleves to adventure, discovered a nearby wolf den, as well as the oddity of humans wearing wolf masks. An alliance presence was also noted. All in all, it seemed like the orcs had ventured from one danger straight into another.

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Added into Morgeth's personal diary: "Bah. Fell behind when we were traveling, so had to go with a later caravan. Am at least using it to squeeze every last bit of sympathy from Kozgugore."

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XVI. To be added

Yush! \o/ *ROAR*

This is a topic that's made for the Northrend event that'll be a long, story-line driven number of events that'll hopefully expand over a certain time. It'll be updated with the happenings of the tribe and I've added some small, personal reflections upon Morgeth's part. I'll bump it every time it's updated, so nobody misses anything. Feel free to let me know or add yourself your own persona IC reflections, or OOC for that matter. I hope everyone will have fun with this.

((Glorious stuff, can we add our own point's of view ?

Edit: read your second post after posting... duh! ))

Updated again, and it looks like I'm writing more and more into Morgeth's diary.

And aye, everyone's free to either want their own input added into the first post, or just post it in the thread itself. :)

I feel left out of RP due to work hours :( waah

A neatly written letter.....

Bloodmark,

I wonder if any of my letters ever reach you, but still I write in the hope that they do.

Winterspring is not as I remember it. I recall nights of running through the snow with Bryaugh when he was still young: the air crisp, the ice glittering in the moonlight, the feeling that the wild would shelter me in the blizzards. He was so white I'd loose him in the snow! Now all I feel is the ever creeping feeling that life is hanging on the edge. The air is thin, I find it too cold to breath in the darkest hours, even the campfires in Everlook bring me no comfort. Hunting brings no joy - I wonder if it is because I still miss my beloved wolf or if there is more to it. It is almost as though his spirit walks with me no longer. I have not heard from Ravage for weeks. Is it yet another sign? I hope not.

We head soon for Northrend and I long to hear news of you before I leave. Time is running out, I fear the Frozen Wastes will be my tomb. Will you ever meet your sons I wonder. Even the entrails I read speak of some tragic event. I wish I had the sight to see more but the spirits grant me no visions, the elements do not answer my questions. I should not be so self centered as to assume the omens are about me, though I can't shake the feeling that I should listen to instinct.

The Tribe seems to be well, despite us still lacking a Rrosh'tul. I trust the Chieftain, the Tribe, with the life of your pups but Kozgugore must be tired. If I could take the weight from his shoulders do you think he would be a taller orc? Northrend will be a test for all I think, many in the Tribe have horrific memories of the place. I pray this time around none have to endure more hardships. I will try to keep Tribe spirits high, tempers in check: their needs outweigh my own. Do you think we shall see those lights in the sky again? Such a perfectly beautiful thing in the skies there even if  they do haunt my dreams.

Roankth and Morgeth did not want me to go, but I cannot bring them with me. They are struggling with the idea that the pups in mum's tummy can go to see snow but they can't. It broke my heart to leave them at the orphanage again - they still ask for you. They long to return home, for things to be as they were, but good things do not happen to us it seems. A family together but forever apart. They called me 'fat' you know, so I told them it was your fault and they have asked you to feed me less.

But enough of my doom-saying, what news of you? Are you well? How are your companions? Will you ever return to us or will the Firelands keep hold of your for eternity? Please tell me you are alive at least.

The Tribe shall be home soon, I am sure of it and I will write you when we get to Northrend.

With all my love

Sharpeye

Another neatly written note....

Bloodmark,

I know I said I would write to you once we reach Northrend but it seems we must spend time in Bligewater harbour. I've already had some things stolen from my bags. Perhaps I should resort to burying my bags instead? It works for worgs and bones! Until they forget where their bones were buried. A treasure map would be needed, and even then I'm sure that would be stolen from me. All pointless.

A New Blood told me I should not be doing heavy lifting in 'my condition'. How dare he treat me like a cripple just because I'm a little tubby! Damned orcs, trying to tell me what to do. Well I'll show him! I shall do twice as much as he and cripple myself that way so at least I have a reason to be 'mothered' a little. That he is right doesn't matter, it is the principle of the thing. Sometimes I wonder if I should ask the Chieftain if it is seemly for a High Blade to break orc's noses when it suits me: I think he would disagree, so I shall see about talking my sister into it. Two against one is perfectly fair I think.

Did you know I have not seen my sister use the fel for what seems like an age? Do you think she has truly stopped using it? I hope for her sake she has. I could not bare to see her deteriorate or loose her mind. Who else would keep me sane?! Not the others orcs it would seem. Honestly, some of them have the most interesting ideas. One even though the spirits to be benevolent. Well some are, but the elements are not. Fire demands 'payment'. I have never seen an orc react so badly to the idea that nothing in life is free - something I hope my beloved sister remembers. You really need to stop disliking her you know, she's a good orc. As for the other orc, I feel for him, I really do. If I could take all the pain from his heart I would, as foolish as it sounds.

Nightmares still haunt me, a looming threat but I cannot figure out what it is. Perhaps it is simply guilt from leaving my orclings behind? Or maybe Ravage is trying to tell me something: I still have not seen her, but then she hates goblins and their machines. I hope she comes to Northrend, without your strength I am lost without her.

Still I wait longingly for news of you. Are they feeding you properly? Is it hunger that keeps you from replying? I'm sure if you asked me I could send something to you for you and your companions. Please, I hope you are safe.... and that you know I carry your pups, I still do not know if you even know of their existence.

Forever yours,

Sharpeye

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IV. Journey back to Bilgewater:

After enduring the cold of Winterspring, the tribe had prepared itself as much as it could for the unforgiving could that awaited them in Northrend. They made ready to venture back to milder climates, in order to prepare for the inevitable journey north. Their destination: Bilgewater Harbour, Azshara.

Once there, they were greeted by a representative of goblin merchant, "Truthteller". Though she, as promised, had a ship ready and lying in the docks to be used at the tribe's leisure, it was heavily neglected and in dire need of repair. Haggling with the chieftain, eventually lowering the price, the orcs agreed to harvest any necessary materials to finish the remaining repairs during their stay in the Bilgewater Harbour.

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An excerpt from Kozgugore's notes: "Some of the orcs be getting edgy. I recognize the look in their eyes, the impatient demeanour. It feels as if we go to war, but all we do here is sit and wait until we can depart for some simple expedition, unfit for a tribe such as this. Perhaps we are all expecting some kind of trouble in the northern lands still. Whatever it may be, it can't be any worse than these goblins we have to put up with now. I have to remind the orcs not to sign any papers whatsoever. You never know when goblins come back to bite you in the arse with that. Perhaps it is a good thing not all of them actually know how to write.".

A page from Grek'thar's journal.
"Grom damn it....just a little longer..I can hold out a little longer. Already I can start to feel the Spirits of the Dead starting to batter against my mind....wanting in...there's not too many of them right now that I can't handle it...
But if we don't get this rusted down tub up to Northrend soon, I think I'm going to go stark raving mad as more and more Spirits press down on my mind.... Grraargh. Why did the zeppelins all have to be taken by Hellscream for his blasted war with the Alliance? Spirits....just hold on a little longer... I just hope that whatever trouble awaits us in Northrend, that it's something that can be easily dealt with..."

A hastily scribbled letter....

Bloodmark,

It's gone! My sire's blade, all I have left of my past aside from memories, is now missing along with a few other trinkets you have given me. Those horrible goblins took it, I'm sure of it! It is strange, it sat so well in my hands and yet I am such a novice at wielding it. That I won't be able to use it properly is worse than having to miss breakfast. I shall have Devilstep return it to a usable condition so that I might learn when I get it back. I won't leave here until I have it, it must be somewhere! He is back you know, Devilstep, he's been hunting demons. Once day I fear he will take on a battle he cannot handle. He expects too much from himself I think.

Sometimes I wonder if I expect too much from the orcs aspiring to be Thur'ruk. Do you believe it is because I consider myself unworthy for the task still? No matter, the Tribe needs Thur'ruk now more than ever, I cannot continue alone. But how does one test a Mage? To test a shaman one must challenge their spirituality, to test a mage must I challenge their beliefs? I will consult Kozgugore and Morgeth - I value their opinions.

Opinions. Such funny things. Black and white thinking is all very well but few understand the beauty of grey. It is there we differ the most I think... but it is also a reason why I love you. A safe island in a chaotic storm.

I received word from the Orphanage. Morgeth and Roankth are slowly settling in though the Matron seems to think Morgeth has been stealing from the stores. I hope it is not to feed her brother - he's a growing boy I know but still she should respect the rules, or at least have the sense to cover her tracks properly! I think she'll listen better to you on the matter. When we return home would you speak to her for me?

A few close companions have been trying to convince me you will not return. I cannot believe that. They do not know you, they were not there when you were with the Tribe more frequently. They are wafting other 'candidates' under my nose - nice ones too! You'll come back. All will be well again. You'll prove to them that you are not one to abandon me. I know you never would. I hope.

Surely you cannot be in the Firelands still. I wonder where you are. That you still have not replied probably means you cannot for revealing yourself might bring disaster. Is there no way you could just send a little sign?

We set sail to Northrend very soon, too soon. Fortunately it is not yourself and Krogon steering the ship so I do not need to fear for us crashing and sinking. But I do fear our destination. The forsaken are as cold as the Frozen North itself.... or I assume that is whom we shall be staying with. Perhaps Kozgugore will be kind and let us go to Warsong Hold instead. At least it smells nice and it's WARM!

Be strong, my love

Sharpeye

P.S. Is Ravage with you?

Very happy to see so many posts here! I updated the main one with the progress from last nights event :)


(Love those letters, Maz <3)

A roughly scribbled letter

"Bah, it appears i am not as formidable as i once was, these months standing around idle have led to me growing soft, but no longer. I shall step up my training and be a force to be reckoned with once again. Challenging a Blademaster and being sent back with my tail between my legs like some pathetic whelp... Things will change soon enough, the fire in my blood bubbles once again, i can feel it."

Updated the main post with a short summary of the blessing hunt! Tonight we set out!

Updated the post with notes in regards to our departure!

Oh, right! Our ACTUAL in-game location is currently Galerek's Remorse in Vash'jir. It's a boat that's on the sea (for immersion purposes). You can usually take a flight path to one of the other boats and then fly over to Galerek's Remorse, or ask guildies for a summon!

Another scribbled note....

Bloodmark,

I knew the Tribe would not fail me, my sire's blade is returned! A small mercy it is true, but a mercy nonetheless. Vashnarz Talonslayer, a wonderful she-orc, returned it. Devilstep has also agreed to fix it. Should I tell him what I last used it for? No, he would disapprove and as much as it grieves me to admit it I do still seek the old fool's approval and guidance at times. There was an inscription on the blade too I had not seen before. "You Can't Have Slaughter Without Laughter!" - my sire had a revolting sense of humour, one I miss. You should have seen Krogon's face when I told him what it said!

Did I mention Devilstep brought me back a gift? I do not think I did. A green gem of unusual properties - it allows the user to read the texts of fel without fear of being tainted. I wonder how it works and if, like all things, it's abilities come at a price. No matter, I find it to be quite the useful tool, for no longer must I think of my sanity when dealing with Warlockish script. I shall keep it with me even though the spirits do not like it and I cannot seem to place it's origin with my incantations or rituals. Disturbing.

The latest hunt for the spirits was a failure. The entrails I read gave me more questions than answers. They hinted at troubled times, a head removed but unity too. What, for the love of the spirits, does that mean?! "Oh sorry orc, you're going to be decapitated, others are going to be upset but the Tribe will be fine without you" - what kind of a message is that?! Honestly, as time goes on the more I realise I must be the worst Shaman ever. Others seem to give so little and gain so much. Am I perhaps doing things wrong? I admit I am still new to the path but, I thought I had struck a balance with the elements and spirits that seemed acceptable. From observation I am starting to think that is not the case. Bah, and now I have depressed myself once again. Northrend seems to be sucking away my inner strength before I can even land on it's shores.

I send this letter minutes before leaving for Northrend. I had hoped to hear word of you, yet I have not. When we reach our destination I will write to you telling you where we are - I still hope I will wake in the night to find you there. Hope is all any orc has.

Sharpeye

P.S. If someone is reading these and not passing them on to Rargnasha: I will personally find you, tie you down and place hot coals on your stomach. Your screams as they slowly burn through you will fill me with joy.

QuoteP.S. If someone is reading these and not passing them on to Rargnasha: I will personally find you, tie you down and place hot coals on your stomach. Your screams as they slowly burn through you will fill me with joy.

Run forum users! Run!!

Updated the main post with the recent events, namly the Crash!

Some notes:

1. We're currently at the cave located near Daggercap bay, opposite to the Alliance base. Please ignore any Alliance ships that cruise through said cave (they do it frequently).

2. Don't forget the /G isn't working yet. (Damned mists)

3. Since the officer base is IC msising, Gosh'kar and Nag'Ogar are now allowed to do interviews. If you're uncertain how to do an interview, just poke an officer and we can help you.

The missing orcs so far are:
Kozgugore Feraleye
Mazguul Sharpeye
Groshnakk Swiftstrike
Morgeth Feralheart

((I have to say, this event was most awesome, eventhough we had to use our imagination on the crash, i was impressed at how everyone played along, made me proud to be in this guild. Also showed me how the officers/planners of of the event put so much effort in giving this guild the experience they deserve (finding such a great location and all the other things, obviously not a moments thought to come up with the event!). The setting now for my personal part, is very interesting, eventhough i may have come up for my own character's drama at a bad time for such an awesome event. But then again this makes it even more interesting, seeing that the key character for my story is missing. I literally cannot wait to see how he is treated by the Gosh'kar and Nag'Ogar, whom he has taunted for the past days on the ship, testing their nerves. Thank you so much! I /bow in honest respect at you officers, and im sure im not the only one who feels in such ways. Thank you. :)  ))

Upon a tattered scrap of paper:

I cannot settle my mind. Worries. Doubts. Fears. I have not slept. I have not eaten. And so I do what comes naturally to me... I write.

We made landfall this evening. Our ship has run aground, a wreck relentlessly ravaged by the cruel winds of the North. Yet this heavy blow to the tribe is rendered insignificant by the loss of its entire senior hierarchy - Chieftain, High Blade and Varog’gor alike. The power vacuum left by their absence has crippled a tribe already on the verge of collapse; Karak and I have done our best to organise the provision of our remaining supplies and marshal those who have survived the wreck. Our short-term priorities are clear. Despite the freezing seas and nearby human presence, searching for our missing orcs is of utmost importance, as is finding a safe path out of this harsh bay, surrounded on all sides by steep cliff-faces.

My head throbs intolerably. I need rest. I cannot rest. My hands are shaking. Why are my hands shaking?

Dirgesong claims that he will leave in the morning; that he will set out eastwards to seek the Hand of Vengeance’s aid. Should he depart, I become sole Alpha of this fractured pack. Already I feel a sense of unease; I will become responsible for the lives of each of the tribe’s orcs, yet I feel that I do not command the necessary respect to lead alone. I could have swore I heard a New Blood speak of coups. I see the glint of ambition in Devilstep’s eyes. He has experience, expertise and charisma... a leader of orcs and a veteran of the North. I dare not relinquish power to him, however; I have heard of the events surrounding his fall from Varog’gor, and I do not wish the tribe to be lead to their deaths for the sake of one Blademaster’s vain pride.

Oh, to have traded places with any of them! My life for Sharpeye, for Feralheart. Any of them would be better than I.

Another key consideration on my troubled mind is the New Blood, Ragaresh. Driven mad by dark magics, he might prove an active danger to the tribe even when bound and gagged. His words are poison. Worse yet, I fear that should he break free, he would murder me in my sleep... if I could sleep. I have heard an orc suggest we dispose of him rather than allow the traitor to encumber the tribe, yet I stand by High Blade Sharpeye’s command that he be kept alive and unharmed, in the hope of some ‘cure’. Would she have intended the command be upheld in such exceptional circumstances? I do not know. I must exercise my judgment.

My eyes are heavy, so heavy. The future looks bleak. I fear for my tribe.

((Curses! The orcs before me took all the good colours!  :D))

((What Sadok!? YOU GOT GREEN!))

((pretty sure that I had green first though Sadok))

Sitting by the mouth of the cave, her older form shivering in the slight chill of the morning, Saeroe watches through the mist. Aside from the shiver she does not move. Here is a small insight into Saeroe's inner dialogue....

... have to devise a way of making my supplies float next time I sail with this Tribe.

Yes, Tribe suits them. They are interesting. Still clinging to their last shreds of order in an effort to create comfort. They have resources and it is best to stay. I offer them much and they do not take it. Seeds of doubt do nothing. They are whole. Boring. Still stay, want to see if their way gets them all killed. Mildly informative.

Stay. A curious term. The mage orc asked "you would watch my back". When said 'yes', was mocked by one of those other Blademaster students. No longer join them, pursuing an impossible goal is a waste of time and resources. To be self righteous is to assume perfection. To assume perfection is to never change. to never change is to fail to adapt. To fail to adapt is to die.

As is keeping the mad one alive:a waste of time and resource. He will die, like all life, it is inevitable. Do not understand prolonging the pain. It serves no purpose. He is not withholding information.

These orcs talk much of spirits. Elements. Fate. No. It does not sit well: my blade is guided by my hand, my hand is guided by myself, I am guided by my contract. I see no room for spirits. Survival is important too. Without it there is only the end: death.

Death. Do not wish that fate yet. Time is running out, so much to do, but cannot compete. Need new edge. Assimilate into tribe, open avenues. The mind is sacred, as is the body. Must change, must atone, must learn. Only way to continue living is to not die.

Not possible.

Must accept possible spiritual path to keep mind living: undeath not viable, alters the mind and rots the body.

So cold... getting too old...

(( It's wonderful to see so many people adding their own things to this! =D

It's also wonderful that such an event has created such a stir!!! thank you to all who organised it! \o/ ))

First of, you forgot one missing orc :( i planed with mazzy that orok would dissapere aswell to give me a reason.
And second stupid stupid cristmas, i miss to play my orchie and to play with you guys *grumble*

A page from a new journal bought at Vengeance Landing

Grom damn it....this is like the journey to Kalimdor all over again... Except this time around the dead are already here..waiting for us.

Whatever that damned mist was, it's put up some kind of barrier between the Shaman of the Tribe and the Spirits...

So, recap of the situation thus far. Me and Vezara have got a broken leg each, the High Blades, Varog'gor and Chieftain are all missing, Sharptongue and Dirgesong are in charge for the moment, we've got the traitor Ragaresh to deal with as we drag his ass around Northrend with us since Mazguul's last orders were not to harm the orc so that she could cure him, none of the shaman can get in touch with the Spirits, and the Link that allows the Tribe to communicate with one another over vast distances is not working properly either. Oh, and all the worgs and my kodo are all either missing or dead.

Least we're out of that fecking cave at least. I dread to think how the missing orcs are holding up out there in the wilds...but at least they've been here before so they should know how to cope... assuming their alive...

Front page updated with an introduction to the Northrend campaign.

Lovely story, Koz!

I finally caught up and updated the first post with our latest two ventures :)

I'm such a spammer! Updated the main post again!

Made some belated updates to the main post (which ran out of space, so I had to make a second one XD). I hope you like it! Feel free to add comments of your own.