Orcs of the Red Blade

(( I have gone for a story to how she comes to the conclusion she must find the red blades, leaving her to be able to speak about her past Icly, hope that's okay! Also sorry if mistakes in the picture, was an enhanced sketch so bits might change or whatever, plus first orc! ))

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"...Let us never forget the lessons that were learned in the siege of Orgrimmar.

Apart, we will fall. Together, we are Horde."

The message that had been inscribed upon the plague at the entrance to the Cleft in the city had made her stop.
She had only just escaped in the siege, with what felt like a handful of others she had escaped the city before it was locked down for defense. Upon returning, many of those she knew were gone or missing.
The city didn't even have time to mourn before the next threat had made itself known.

Tales of a "new" horde, the "Iron Horde" as they were being called, had made their presence known in the ravaged territory named Blasted Lands. Damned lands, where the Dark Portal still lingered ominously.
From there, it seems this Iron Horde has made its entrance and with a deafening roar. Word had reached the city of the devastation they had already called, both the Alliance and the Horde strongholds had been massacred.
All warriors had been called to arms, she had fought in the past but she was not named warrior. So she had stayed, aided with the city. There had been a large call for menders when the city was freed from the tight shackles of Garrosh.

Casting a glance down to the darkness of the cleft, guilt clutched at her heart.
Had she stayed here to aid, or had she just convinced herself of that? Despite the hardships she and so many others had faced, had she become afraid?

No. Not her.
...
She frowned in that small pause of thought, angry with herself. She knew the answer. Like others she had hoped to find somewhere safe, to ignore the madness and the fury of the world and to try to settle for once.
That had been her mothers dream. Not her own.
She moved a hand up over her scar that marked the left side of her face. When did she become so passive? When had she let her fires turn to embers?
Damn it mother. You and that water. You have made me far to passive!

Bah, that wasn't true, it was her own fault. She had no doubt her mother would answer in a lecture involving teachings and going on about how water can be just as furious as fire.
She smirked at the thought before it vanished, focus - she scolded herself.

Exhaling sharply, she peered to the memorial template again, the light from the brazier flickering across the words.

"Apart, we will fall. Together, we are Horde."

She had heard other whispers when mending soldiers. Orcs had risen up, joining with others of the Horde in order to fight this new threat. Soldiers were needed, but so were others...

Magrahra turned sharply and began her accent to the city, it would be some days travel likely. But her mind was set and her heart began to break free of her guilt.

It was time to fight... Soldier or not.


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