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[Here died the Orc Chieftain Kozugore, he died as a true warrior]

'I stay with the thought that there is still a slight chance Kozgugore is alive!'

With this thought in his head, Greggar went to Dustwallow March to search for signs of Kozgugore. In the hope that he might still be alive or imprisoned.

Dark clothed, silent steps and almost no sound of breathing makes it hard to believe that this orc is actually quite a heavy build one. Theramore was quiet and small lights of the torches mark the way in the dark night. The guards being distracted by some idiots trying to convince to attack us orcs was a good chance to sneak past them.

Greggar almost got crazy by the thought how quiet and empty Theramore now is..Comparing to the time we assaulted the darn place.
Suddenly he heard two guards and a woman approaching and Greggar hid himself behind the bushes at Jaina's tower.
He heard them talking about repairing and supplies. Untill one thing catches his ear that was said by the woman:
And our former prisoner, what about him? Are the cells cleaned out and the report to Thrall?
Guard: The cell will be cleaned out in an hour and we will clean up what's left of previous day's event.
Lady: *Sigh* That it had to end like this..I hope they atleast gave a propper ceremony.
The guards salute and walk away. The woman walks in the tower and for a small second the figure could be seen by the light of the torches. A worried and torn face of a youngh woman with blond hair and purple robes to a huge staff in her hand.

Greggar wondered about the cell and went towards the harbor where the guards were headed. One of the guards opened a heavy door with a key and quickly Greggar thruw a rock towards the window of one of the towers near it.
Guard: What was that?
Guard(2):Must be one of those assasins again! let's go!
They pushed the door so it would close itself but right before it closed Greggar put a small stick between it so it won't close.

It was very dark and a chilling breeze rushed through the halls. He went downstairs, took a deep smell to see if there were guards down there. As with the breeze it shouldn't be a problem to smell them.
He quietly walked the halls and carefully looked in the cells to see if he could see anything that could be Kozgugore's.
Then he smelled a scent, familiar to what could be an orc. But before he could go there, a human prisoner which seems to be imprisoned for quite some years and got tortured quite alot it seems, noticed Greggar.
Hey psst. Orc! Ye I know you're an orc. Listen, I won't alarm the guards if you get me out of here!
Greggar:How did you knew I was an orc?
Prisoner:You kidding? Who else would walk around with a mask dark clothes and is this broad? Besides..I know an orc if you've been here all day with an o.. *guards comming down*
Grom damnit! Greg looked around a place to hide, went in an open cell, sat in a corner behind some crates with hs cloak over him so he blends with the enviroment, waiting for the guards to pass.

Guard:What is the problem here traitor? Had enough time to think about of what happened this afternoon and if you shall confess or not?

Prisoner:Pfuh! for three years you tortured me! I won't say anything even if it's another 3 years! But..If I told you there is an orc intruder here and tell you where he is..Will you give me another chance?

Guard:An orc intruder? Hrmm..Heh..Alright..Where is the orc?

The prisoner pointed at the cell in front of him where Greggar hid.

Prisoner: Under the cloak!

The guards shrugged, went into the cell and right when they picked up the cloak, Greggar thought about one of the tales his father Grimwolf told him, about a mysterious warrior that used the shadows to get behind his targets. The Shadowwarper.
And when the cloak was picked up, there was nothing under it. But in the meanwhile greggar used the little trick of the tale to get behind them, locked the door and ran off with the prisoner still in his cell.

When he got out the building, without cloak to hide himself better, the guards started to yell for the other guards. Greggar knuw he couldn't continue this night and escaped through the harbor by jumping in the sea.


The next day, Greggar went to search another time but this time during day. Those shadowy tricks should do it thought Greggar.

But when he arrived near the bridge of Theramore, he suddenly stood still, his maces falling on the ground and paralyzed he stared..Stared at a stake with the head of Kozgugore on it.
Shocked he stood there, his eyes glittering of the tears slowly starting to come.

He rushed towards the stake and with shaking hands he picked up the head and wrapped it up, putting it next to the flask where the bright blue water was contained that was left behind when the lifeless body of Khagard dissapeared in Shadowfang keep where he took revenge.

He needed to keep it cool the others said in his head..Everything was noisy and he couldn't focus.. His hearth filled with Rage and sadness while the veins are flowing boiling blood of his anger.

The flask with bright blue water is spiritual water, a mark of the water spirits that you were a water type. With the head agaisnt it, it suddenly became very cold. Cold enough not to rott.

Greggar stared and said..Thank you Khagard.. He stood up, angrily he looked at theramore, breathing heavely and his eyes almost becomming red again. He then shaked his head and sneaked in Theramore again, Ran to the harbor and saw a burned pyre of some days old. Burned pieces of armor, cracked bones and pieces of the Red Blade tabard hanging loose on the burned wood.  A huge sting came right through his hearth and ran towards the pyre where he quickly collected the remaining bones, armor and tabard pieces.

The guards noticed him and wanted to go after him. But then a yell of a woman filled Theramore: Hold your ground guards! Let this orc go..It's already bad enough what we did. 
Greggar was so blinded and deafened by the voices of the other orcs in his head and the painfull strikes in his soul and hearth by the thought Kozgugore is dead.

He never felt so angry this before..All he could think about his taking revenge by murdering as many humans he could and the promise he made but couldn't make true to Kozgugore that we would actually win against Theramore and that he would regain the honor of his fallen son a month ago.

Running as fast as he could with some tears flying off his cheeck his face was filled with angre and rage when he suddenly passed a sign recently put down by the guards.

'Here died the Orc Chieftain Kozugore, he died as a true warrior'.

Yup..Our good computer my brother uses is kaputz broken, Computer dies from fall damage etc..

Might take 3 weeks..I can play but not alot since
1) my brother needs it for exams.
2) his love is on australia and is like..14hours a day talking to her through skype..
3) he is a little...Desperate when comming to computer stuff..

So..

I was wondering, does anyone know a site where you can translation excercises and such? or great sites to learn french in general?

Warning: confusion might happen when reading this.

Anyway, today during math, the teacher was explaining that an object always wants to get to it's destination by cutting the distance in half. and again and again.
Now I asked: how can it ever reach it's destination if it always cuts in half?
Teacher: Now that is a like philosophy question. But what Socrates or other philosophic person did was take a dart and throw it against the wall. It did reach it's destination. Even if it always halfs it's distance.

Then I was thinking:
If it always halfs..or..Just makes it smaller in general like: 0,9 and then 0,99, then 0,999... and even 0,9999999999... It will go endlessly. So it's endless here. But if it's endless, it will never reach it's destination. But the dart did reach the wall. And yet math said: 0,9999 etc..

And I thought, But if it keeps going endless but still reaches the wall, doesn't that mean there is actually a limit? A point where the the line of 0,999999..just stops and turns into a 1?
Like:
0,99999999999999999999999999999*(limit/ wall) Bam!-> 1.
Then you might say, how can you compare the enviroment with math?
Well..Why not? If math is used to describe everything and to solve stuff. The enviroment is here as well. Like for example m² is area based.

Why can't we imagen a line of 0,99999..hitting an invisible or visible(wall) and then somehow turns into a 1?
One thing I also didn't get. The math sign: PI, an endless number, used in alot of formulas or excercises. But if you use something endless with another thing. How can it give a solution? It's endless.
So that means there is really a limit. Only we haven't found it yet.
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I can go on like this and such..But just to ask, is what I was thinking all crap or do I make some sense here? :p and if yes, is it already stolen by someone? :p

[this is my opinion and only that.]

Alright just for intro, this is my opinion and only that.
And I let you know that I can't explain that well so please don't try to freak out or anything too fast alright?

You might notice my mood in the text changing.

Anyway, I have been observing the guild for a long time and been thinking.

For a roleplaying guild, we aren't really RP active are we?
Now you might say we do alot of events but that's only when Koz is around. Now Koz ain't here and everything falls silent.

Then you might say, come on! we still rp!
Yes that can be..But you only rp when someone talks to you. For the rest you jump around focusing only on pve or pvp.

Koz is the only one organizing events. It's rare to see someone ask if others want to rp..
Now fine, of course you can do kara and instances. but if you focus more on pve than rp? Why did you join a rp guild or a rp server? : /

Even now with my event i'm planning. I still miss a person that can perform the ritual IC'ly. And Im looking for 2 weeks : /

Also, I only see rp when someone organises an event. And it are most of the times the same person.. And because of all this people are doubting the guild and eventually leave of these stuff.

What I see are symptons of my old guild on Ravenholdt. People starting to focus more and more on pve and stuff and slowly leave rp in the closet. Eventually the guild went in chaos and it fell apart.

Now rp doesn't have to be special..And you don't need to be of high rank to organise stuff. Also what I noticed is that the reactions on rp and events are much more positive and alot more reply when for example Koz or any other high ranked does something than when newbies do..

Now I repeat..I might have said everything alot more different than I planned to do and it might come out all differently..But what I thought or felt is just too hard to describe now. Please don't feel insulted or anything..But if nowhone sais it..How else are things gonna change?

I might even regret of making this post..

On this site you will find almost everything about Wotlk (even talents and zones and much more!)
http://wotlk.wikidot.com/

Hunters,rogues and paladins don't have a talent tree up yet.
You'll also find the CoT Strat instance and Dalaran city vids!

http://www.vimeo.com/992930?pg=embed&sec=992930

Really looking good zones. Truly inspiring
And greg likes the look of those orc engineers ;x

Now I happen to run in some fantastic pics of lightning and stormclouds. I didn't knuw clouds could actually take such shapes!

http://images.google.be/imgres?imgurl=http://www.monique-piet.nl/onweer_bestanden/image014.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.monique-piet.nl/onweer.htm&h=243&w=347&sz=8&hl=nl&start=5&um=1&tbnid=Ag4sRbx5YZjyqM:&tbnh=84&tbnw=120&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbescherming%2Btegen%2Bonweer%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dnl%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:nl:official%26sa%3DN
It's in dutch but the pics is what counts!

Also..Does anyone has some awesome pics about any other nature events?

[What's new]

*Under construction, I'll update it each time I can*
Well as some of you may know or not know..I'm working on a story i've been fantasising about for more than 4 years. As it's not even near being finished. I do have some stuff I'm almost certain about.
It's not in dialogue or anything but just enough to see what it is about.
So let me start with a timeline based part of it.

*What's new?*
- part 5 added
- part 6 added

*What I could use some help with*
-Worldmap
-Culture of races
-Describtions appearance/personality of characters.
-Sentance correction and improving.
-War/battle tactics and defence systems.
-And more

*related art*
- Thunderkeep wall: http://zyter.deviantart.com/art/Thunderkeep-Wall-76722321
-Wallpaper something..
http://zyter.deviantart.com/art/Unfinished-The-legend-awakes-79547764
- Orc capital
http://zyter.deviantart.com/art/Orc-Capital-84615396
-Therren
http://zyter.deviantart.com/art/Therren-84713957

Do not hesitate to suggest stuff or ask things.

Here is the first part.
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Xryrava is a continent stuck in the eye of a dangerous and destructive storm that does not move but keep still on it's place.
For now, the storm was there as long people can remember. According to books,inscribtions and legends.

Xryrava itself is a strong massive continent which contains an ancient race, the Djinnorium.
These creatures were worshipping dragons that also lived on the continent.
From dragons they learned that the four elements: earth,fire,water and air. Are very important to keep in balance, as the worlds supports on them. And they build huge temples for either dragons and for each type of element.

The leader of the dragons they worship is called Drenazarq, a dragon which controls both light as dark magic, also known as The dragon of balance.
for many centuries, peace was between the inhabitans of Xryrava, untill for a mysterious reason the storm they were stuck in, became restless and started consuming the continent in it's power.
In order to protect the ancient land and it's inhabitans, Drenazarq was casting a ward of light and darkness combined. Light in the left claw and darkness in it's right. Only the strongest creatures are able to do this. But before the spell was complete, the dragon got struck by a massive lightning right in it's heart, killing the dragon instantly by splitting it in two.
But the dragon did not die. Instead two other dragons were formed, a dragon of light, Drenerak. And a dragon of darkness, Azarax.

With their leader split in two, the djinnorium did not know who to follow, and as the dragon they got split in two parts.
The two parts could not live with eachother and war raged between them for centuries. Over time..The ones following Azarax were mutating into half dragon like creatures called the Zyraw. The ones following Drenerak received great wisdom and became the Djinraw.

At a certain moment, both races were desperate to get ridd of the other and even infilitrated the temples of the four elements. Abusing the four artifacts with contains the wonders of it's element, or the deadly and crushing powers it possesses.
Before they even realised, the continent was already out of balance, using the four elements to fight eachother will only end into chaos,destruction and seperation.
Pieces of earth started to crumble and break as earthquakes roared the land and floating masses of earth infiltrated the skies. Lava pouring from the core of the planet, Forests and plains under flame and even meteors trying to break the sky and ground. The sea trying to consume the land by raising it's level..Using tidal waves and blizzards to secure it's control on the continent. But also the air was furious, Hurricanes even flattening the sharpest peeks, Tornados capturing flames,earth and water and lightning strikes even faster than the eye can catch.

In only less than a day the continent suffered from great damage. And even how hard the two races hated eachother, they could not risk their own death and the ones of their dragons. So they sealed away the artifacts to calm the Elemental Storm and put a curse on the place where the elements were used against eachother. 'May a curse lift on this ground, whenever the blood of a dragon is spilled..That justice will devour the soul of the Punished one.'

For Centuries the two races were silent and unseen. Djinraw hiding on their sun shaped island and Zyraw keeping hold of their lizard like shaped island.
This peace remained untill youngher races which of humans,elves,dwarves,trolls,orcs and even Truhan were pulled into the storm, forcing them to live on the ancient continent.
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Part two:

With the youngher races seperated from their homelands, they were ill prepared for the dangers of this continent so they had no choice to seek new allies.
First the Djinraw and Zyraw were not fond of these new races and saw them as a threat to their culture and sanctuaries.
When the djinraw marched out to vanguish the intruders, they held their attack when they heared about their situation.
But the Zyraw only saw this for another reason to drink blood and went out on warfare. The first race they encountered were the orcs, and would be slain in no time. But the Zyraw saw the fierce lust for battle the orcs had. And suggested a duel between their leaders. It was a long and bloody fight, but the leader of the orcs won by throwing the Zyraw commander in the sharp peaks of the arena. From this moment the zyraw stopped their warfare and greeted their new allies.
But not long after, the orcish leader died from flesh wounds and blood loss from the Zyraw commander's claws and teeth. So the leadership was passed to his son, Urk'vhar.

The relations between the races went quite well. humans, elves, dwarves and even the djinraw could quite get along with eachother.
The same was with the Orcs,Trolls,Truhan and Zyraw.

With the two groups as one whole. The Djinraw and Zyraw saw this as a second chance to get ridd of the other. The other youngh races did not see the use of why fighting the others just because of some old hatred between two ancient races.
The Djinraw changed their mind and agreed on this. And so the 7 races, apart from the Zyraw, United under one banner and built a Stronghold called Thunderkeep on mount Thunder. Their goal is to survive on this continent and keep peace between the races as they try to find a way out to their homelands.

Years passed and some were uncomfortable with the races united under one banner, living in one stronghold. So some started their own villages and outposts across Xryrava and ultimately their own Capitals.

The Zyraw did not like this at all and went to seek out the Orcish leader again. Luckely for them, himself wasn't comfortable with it as well and rather saw the humans slain under his axes. This was the perfect chance for the Zyraw and told the orcish leader about the old dragon Drenazarq and the legend about his soul, still wandering the continent.
The legend speaks of the mighty dragon's soul in need of a perfect avatar in order to restore balance.
Azarax and it's council already found out the avatar would be a human. Urk'vhar still did not see what use it had for him and so the Zyraw told him about an ancient blade, The dragon slayer's blade. A blade that could absorb the soul of a dragon and the power it posses so it could be used by the wielder. A perfect chance to whipe out the humans and their allies, and to escape from this continent.

Urk'vhar was convinced and started gathering other orcs and others willing to whipe out the other races. This campaign of most of the orcs will be the start of many consequences and events that will change fate of Xryrava and it's inhabitans forever.
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Part 3:

A year went by and Urk'vhar already conquered the southern part of Xryrava and even smaller parts of the northern half.(Where the humans,dwarves and elves were settled.)
Not far from the coast in the vally of Greenvale, there was a human village called Gryphondale. There lived a youngh lad called Therren Gryphondale with the age of 18 and son of the founders of this village.
Therren was out in the woods, containing loafs and oaks, gathering herbs for his mother Eyana, a priestess of Thunderkeep. When Therren returned home he saw that the village was abondened. He ran home and found a letter telling that soldiers of Thunderkeep evacuated the village as Urk'vhar's army was heading towards Greenvale. The boy packed his stuff,grabbed the dragon amulet that was guarded by his family and left the house.When he came outside he heared drums.Wardrums..

He looked around and saw various smokes on the horizon of burning villages. Suddenly he heared an orc yelling: FIRE!!! and saw various Burning rocks flying towards the village. The boy tried to run outside the village but quickly hid behind a wall as he noticed an army of orcs was charging at the village. Therren started to panick and hid himself, watching the village burn and being raided. Therren shaked his head and sneaked his way out of the village. Relieved as he was he ran away, looking behind him and then suddenly hit something and fill on the ground. In front of him was standing an orc..But not just a normal orc..Before him was Urk'vhar. Urk'vhar started laughing evily,picked Therren up and thruw him against a statue in the middle of the village with full strenght, making him unconscious. Urk'vhar grabbed his axes,grinned and swinged them towards Therren. But right before they hit Therren, a big flash of black and white light filled the village and pushed Urk'vhar right against the wall of a building, making it collapse. Urk'vhar crawled out of the durt and commanded the others to shoot Therren down.
But every attack reflected near Therren with a flash of a light. Then suddenly Therren opened his eyes shining bright but dark at the same time, stood up slowly and with a big dragon like roar the entire area was covered in a dark but bright light after the sound of a lightning strike hitting the ground. Screams were heared and the burning sound of flames filled the area.
Urk'vhar looked around when the light faded and held his breath as the entire raiding party lies dead and burned on the ground.

He quickly took his axes and charged right at Therren. Therren pointed at Urk'vhar,said something in Dragontongue and before Urk'vhar knuw it he was blasted away with a force push and trapped in a field of dark and bright light, unable to move and only watch.
Then suddenly a shape became to appear around Therren, it was the spirit of Drenazarq surrounding Therren. Urk'vhar couldn't believe his eyes and saw the dragon making the final blow at him.

Soon, the rumble of thunder was heared miles away and the ground shaked. A blinding light filling Greenvale and then dissapeared. The dragon was gone and so was Therren.
The next morning Urk'vhar woke up mortally wound but alive. He took out a hilt of a blade where only the bottom of the blade was still on it. The blade was shining brightly as it consumed the energy of the attack. The dragonslayer's blade was now charged.
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Part 4:
In the meanwhile, Therren was found not far away from Greenvale by patrolling Thunderkeep Guards and took him to Thunderkeep with the other refugees.
There he found his family again and stayed in an inn. Later that night he had a vision about 4 titans taunting him, with the elemental artifacts behind each one of them. A ticking sound against the window woke him up. He looked outside and saw a dragon floating in front of the window. The dragon told Therren he meant no harm and needed to take him to the Dragon temple.

During the flight the dragon explained the vision and told Therren about the soul of Drenazarq resting in him. When they arrive at the Dragon temple, the spirit of Drenazarq appeared and told Therren his task to unite the two Dragons, Azarax and Drenerak again so he could balance the continent again.
But before he could do that he must understand the world and so master it's elements, Fire,earth,water and air. But as a human it's not possible to do that before knowing the arts of magic itself.

To help Therren with task, Drenazarq gave Therren a blade forged by dragons and ancient materials. It adapted to the wielder's strenght so it wasn't too heavy. But that wasn't all, the blade could also carry elemental magic. But in order to do that he needed to reinforce it with the materials in the Sacred temples of each element.
But before Therren was send back, Drenazarq told the dragon to stay with him and aid him with the task, the dragon nodded and dissapeared in Therren.

The next morning, Therren woke up back in his bed and had to join the Magister's school, where also his brother was, to learn the arts of Arcana(or Arcane). As it's the base of all magic.
Therren only stayed a year on the school with only the basics of Arcane arts, good enough to support other types of magic on it.

But before Therren left, a Djinraw approached him and said he knuw that Therren was Drenazarq's avatar and swore to help him.
During their journey, they met several new allies, having their own reasons to visit the temples. Before they reached the Village of Häven on the east coast of the northern part of Xryrava, they were already with 4. Therren as a Dragonknight, Djenzho a Djinraw Balance warrior, Ellianna as an elfen druid and Targak as a dwarven paladin.

With this group they took the boat to Water temple on an island near the Storm. There they fought hard to defeat the Water titan and it's terryfying use of water, making the chambers drown, Freeze everything and summoned dozens of water elementals.
The first artifact was retrieved and the blade was reinforced with it's energies.
But during their journey to the Earthern temple they did not knuw, Urk'vhar has gathered a group of elite fighters as well to take the artifacts and succesfully conquered the Fire artifact.
Urk'vhar as a blademaster. Zyter as an Zyraw drakefighter, Öhren as a Truhan shaman and Tulrak as a troll hunter.

After their second succes in the Earth and Air temples they had to cross to the other side of the continent for the other parts. but they did not knuw of eachother and surprisingly crossed eachother in some ruins of a Djinnorium city at Greatfall canyons. A green landscape having dozens of water falls and the ground split apart like a river through a landscape.

There they faced eachother with both two artifacts. In need for all of them. A battle, that one of them has to lose.
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Part 5

The fight ended after one hour. Both groups were exhausted, apart from Urk'vhar. Because he is a spirit warrior, his spirit and bodyis strong and barely gets tired. Therren knuw that if they would stay... They would lose. Even if they hadn't got the other artifacts, it's better to stay alive and come back than dying, Therren thought.

Taking a look around, Therren noticed the ruins further down along the river in the canyon. And decided to escape through there.
Then he quickly send out multiple boulders towards Urk'vhar and his group, send out a strong wind blow so the area was cloaked by a sandcloud so they could escape.

Because of the boulders, Urk'vhar had to dodge them first before he could chase them. And because of the sandcloud he didn't see where they ran to.

They escaped succesfully and retreated to Thunderkeep. There Therren found out that his blade was still missing the other two artifact's power to enforce it. So he had no choice but to contact Drenazarq at the Dragon temple and set off the next day.

In the meanwhile at the Grohnmor, the orc capital, Urk'vhar was planning an attack on Thunderkeep. Crazed orc! They yelled.. Untill Urk'vhar showed the two Elemental artifacts, the one of fire and air. Even though they were weakened of the massive Elemental Storm. It still contained destructive powers that could easely break through Thunderkeep's defences. And the fact that their army excisted of Orcs, Zyraw, Trolls and Truhan. But in order to attack Thunderkeep, they had to get ridd of one of Thunderkeep's bases in the western part of southern Xryrava.

The next week right before Urk'vhar would attack the base in the west, they received a message that the base in the west was fallen by a civil war under the leadership of someone called Vryan Gryphondale. Urk'vhar travelled there with a small army to see the human destroying his own base.

When they arrived there, Urk'vhar noticed that Vryan wasn't a human like any other..His skin was half burned on the left, the left hand in shape of a huge black claw. A black wizard. He was mad and wanted to see Thunderkeep fall as well. Vryan hadn't got much to offer but his demonic and dark magic, along with several minions he 'created' during the attack.

The Truhan did not like these new allies and didn't like the idea of attacking Thunderkeep in the first place. And they left the army.
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Well I bet this kind of topic might only be a good thing right?
Here you post tactics and hints used for battlegrounds,arena and PvP encounters in general.

Arathi Basin:Tactics.
If you have 3 bases and are defending and alliance suddenly zerg a base of yours with 6-7+ then don't help that base but immediatly attack the base they left from or one that is ill defended.
The alliance had to come from somwhere right?

If the enemy has 3 bases and is defending. Attack for example the Lumber Mill,alliance goes there to defend and you can't assault it. BUT immediatly after the alliance left you have to attack the base they left from. Because then that base is ill defended.

Healer and dps team:
If you can't nuke the healer down nor the dps then this is what you have to do:
Spread your damage. 1 focus on the healer and the other on the dps. This way the healer has to be forced to heal the dps as well and might risk his own life.

((Warning: This story is a wall of text! If you don't have enough resistance for it..You better start collecting it or you won't get far. ))

The night was silent..Not even a single wolf that cried in the night..
I felt uneasy..There was something about the sky..Something..Sad..And chaotic..I don’t know really..

It was time for me to go and get some food for tomorrow,as at night things are much easier to steal than at daylight..Too bad I didn’t noticed that sooner..

I took my black cape and dagger,just for in case..Left the abondened hut where I stayed for some time,hidden in a thick forest. It’s not really the best hut you can imagen..Holes in the roof and walls..A hard and cold floor..But atleast it offered some protection against the power of the weather..

I was sneaking around for half an hour now, Luckely I know how to recognize the landscape,even when I’ve only been there for a few times. I saw smoke and red light at the edge of the forest. I climbed on the hills that were located a bit more to the east,overlooking a village and couldn’t believe my eyes..The entire village was on flames! I started to run towards the burning orc village and looked around for survivors. Strangely enough there was nobody there. Not even a dead body..I kept looking around for what may have caused this fire..Untill suddenly..An axe..A huge orcish waraxe..Stuck in the statue of an orc chief,probably the chief of this village. I did heard rumours about clans starting to fight eachother somehow..But never actually believed it would happen.

I followed the track of a group of orcs that left the village..Perhaps it were the raiders..Perhaps it were the villagers. I couldn’t see it well. I followed the track for three hours..It was almost going to be light again..And I still didn’t got any food..My stomach started to make alot of noise and I tried not to think about food..How hard it was not to think about it.

Finally I saw a small light. A light of a campfire. I carefully approached the camp and hid myself between some rock near the camp. When I peered through the rocks and took a better look at the camp..I immediatly held my breath and made myself smaller so I was less recognizable.

The camp..It..It’s filled with orc corpses except for big red orc bulks that are roaring..laughing and even destroying everything that was still capable of being destroyed.
How..How could they do such thing? Those aren’t orcs anymore..But Savages..Monsters that only drink blood to feed themselfs..

There I sat..Hidden between the rocks..Not daring to move because else they might notice me and perhaps even kill me..Sweat was starting to run over my body..And soon will fill the air with my smell..I..I had to get out of there..But how..I quickly looked around and noticed they kept a sealed box safely near them. I shaked my head and slowly moved out the rocks,stood up and as I turned my head..I got the feeling I was in real danger somehow.. I nervously looked around but didn’t saw anything..As relieved as I was I tried to make my way out of there but noticed something strange..The camp was empty.. I started to get nervous and scared again as sweat dropped from my chin on the ground.  Suddenly I felt something warm in my neck..I shivered a bit and quickly looked behind me.

A...A..A huge boar of a red orc stood right behind me!! Breathing in my neck! His eyes looking at me..Dark..Red..And a green tint of light shining off his eyes. As he grinned..Drool and blood dripped from his mouth and swinged a huge axe towards me! I suddenly felt the adrenaline flowing in my veins and quickly dodged the axe and made a run for it.

ROOAAARR!!!!   
The battle cry of that orc made my bones chill and my body shiver..I kept running towards the forest untill..The ground..Shaking..As an entire horde of those red orcs ran towards me!
I..I had to get out of there!! Now! I turned around and started to run towards the lonely Boar orc I faced earlier..Took some dust out of my bag and thruw it in his eyes.
The orc started to yell and make alot of noise as he was blinded. Now I was running towards the camp but fell over a corpse and landed on the sealed box they kept so safe earlier. And in a moment they already surrounded me. I started to sweat alot and saw death already reaching for me. As a swing of a waraxe came towards me..I quickly took the box and made a last desperate attempt for defence..

I closed my eyes and waited for the worse..But..Nothing happened..How?
I opened my eyes..Looked around and noticed the orcs didn’t dare to damage that box I carried.
There I saw my chance. I took my dagger and threatened the horde of red orcs that I will destroy the box if they came any closer. It worked..It seems this box was too important to them as they even don’t risk to attack me. I slowly walked back and moved the box from left to right to see if they actually kept an eye on the box.
The dark red eyes of those orcs were indeed following that box.
Perhaps..Yes that may work. I grinned and started to swing with the box. The horde started to make alot of noise and roared angrily at me. I kept on swinging and quickly thruw the box as hard as I can over the orcs and made a run for it. It worked..They rather follow that box instead of chasing me. As the sound of glasses breaking and hitting something in the distance..I managed to hide in the forest again. Finally..a moment to breathe..
Breathe..Breathe? That is the only thing I heard..My own breath..
I didn’t trust that silence..I looked around nervously and...  *crack* What was that?! There I stood..against a tree..frozen..My eyes watching the area around me. My clothes were wet..Wet of sweat..The air around me was filled with my smell..
*Ruuaarr..Urgh..*
I quickly looked behind me and noticed it was that boar of an orc I blinded. He was carrying a bottle containing some red liquid with a dark green shine.
Then suddenly he collapsed. And didn’t moved since then. I approached the red orc and noticed he died from wounds...Perhaps that horde blamed him and left him to die here.
I noticed he had some boar meat with him and eagerly took the meat from him. I ripped the boar meat of his flesh and finished it before I even knuw it.. Now my throat felt like I haven’t drunk for two days..Out of desperation I took that bottle..Hesitated and eventually drank from it.

First I felt great..Refreshed..Untill suddenly..I heard my hearth knocking..*boom.....boom.....boom..* Faster..and faster.. It was getting warmer..Argh..The heat..My clothes were soaped with sweat and I couldn’t stand the heat anymore..I took out my shirt and noticed my chest was flame red..I started to panick and examined my body for other strange effects. My arms..Hurting..The veins appearing on the surface.. My head..It feels like an hammer had hit my skull and almost cracked it. I dropped the bottle as I almost passed out and it breaks on the ground..Leaving a huge pool,big enough to see my reflection. I bended over and took a closer look at it.Since when are my eyes darker? Then..A burning sound came from the liquid on the ground..*psshhhh...* Plants and grass drying around the pool..My sight was getting..Cloudy..Unclear..I started to lose my consiousness and looked at my hands. Red..My..my hands are red..A moment later I passed out.

Well it seems there isn't any art section here..So let's make one!

Here is my greggar portret i was working on ^^

http://zyter.deviantart.com/art/Greggar-74361655

It was morning..The sun was shining brightly already as small clouds were spread over the sky..
It was again one of those days..A day that could turn easely from bright..to dark.

The small village Bleeding Hollow was still quiet,apart from some wolf pups playing in the Wolf farm.
Then a small orc boy,of the age of 9,came out the house that was keeping the wolfs with a bag hanging next to his waist,which contains a package that had to be delivered to clan watch.
Before he hit the road he checked the wolfs first to see if they were alright.
When the orc boy approached the fence that kept the wolfs at their place. A small wolf pup ran happily but also clumsy to the fence where the orc stood and tried to jump on it but fell down multiple times.
The orc boy smiled,climbed on the fence and picked up the wolf pup. The pup started to wag his tail as it layed down on the boy's lap.
After a couple of minutes the boy's father looked out of the window and started yelling at him..

'Greggar! you worthless piece of a son get off the fence and go deliver that package already! Don't make me hit you again for not obeying me!

It's Greh'gar..dad.. the boy said.
Doesn't matter just go already! Unless..You want to take another visit to the dark storage room again for another three hours!! His father yelled.
*mumbles*worthless piece of nothing..only causes trouble..*mumbles*

The boy got scared and quickly put the wolf back behind the fence and ran off on the road..
Even when he was away from home he still look afraid and worried..
The burning Blade village..There was always a bunch of other orc kids playing near the road that were older and also bigger,they always troubled Greggar and it got from bad..to worse..Even this day..They would do something that will change Greggar's life forever.

The boy saw the other kids and he tried to sneak past them by going through the bushes and through the small mountain laying near it.
Of course the other kids we're awaiting him and noticed him sneaking in the bushes.

There he is!! After the little piggyy!

Greggar heard them comming and started almost crying as he ran off in the hills and the mountain.He was experienced at running and hiding as they chased him for three years..
He managed to hide between some rocks and covered the holes by putting some branches in front of it so it would look like a bush. There he sat..Breathing carefully..watching the bullies searching for him and yelling painfull stuff..

Weakling stop hiding like a coward and fight us!  You are going to be a peeoon!! What's the matter? Waiting for your dad to save you? Oh wait that's treu he doesn't care about you!
*the bullies started to laugh and started saying more painfull things.*

Greggar putted his fingers in his ears trying not to hear them..But it was all too much for the boy..3 years of bullying and getting beaten by them and his father.And the worst part was..It's all treu what they said..
He started to cry silently untill suddenly one of them swiftly removed the branches that were used as cover and pulled Greggar out of the rocks.

*I got him! I got him! *
Greggar tried to get loose from one of the bullies but he wasn't strong and big as the others so he couldn't get away. As he struggles to get away..The others were throwing rocks at him in the meanthime. Greggar started to get angry and kicked the one holding him in the nuts and ran off.

It didn't took long before they captured him again and pushed him on the ground. They started kicking him and even one of them cutted him across his right eye,wounding the flesh but luckely not his eye. Then a patrolling guard of Garadar noticed the bullies and Greggar and wanted to get between them. But the bullies ran off as they noticed the guard.

The Garadar guard helped Greggar get up and helped him get home. When he arrived it was evening already with a cloudy sky and a little bit of rain. The wolf pup noticed Greggar and managed to jump over the Fence,ran to greggar and started to lick the wound clean.
In the meanwhile the guard knocked at the door of Greggar's home. His father opened the door and started acting all worried and kind. When the guard left,he started yelling at Greggar and even hitted him multiple times.

That night it was storming outside..As spirits of thunder and lightning were uneasy.
Greggar was packing his bag and climbed out of the window. He ran off to the Fence of the wolfs and seemed to be looking for his pup friend.Strangely enough the pup stood in front of him in just a few seconds after he arrived. Greggar picked up the pup and said goobye to it,saying he wanted to bring the pup with him but couldn't take care of the pup and himself.

Somehow the pup understood him and started to make sad peeping sounds and licked Greggar's face. Greggar hugged the pup and while crying he put the pup back behind the fence. Walked away..quickly looked behind him..sighed and then ran off trying not to look back.

The wound didn't healed very well and turned into a permanantly scar after months. A scar that he will always carry with shame.


Rumours said that later that night you could hear the howling of wolfs through the storm.