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Me be Gork! Not so good Orc!
I love the Pork! But I do not eat it with Fork!
I shout work! Work for Pork!
Work work! Pork pork!
Snort snort!, Gork Gork!

The barrens cat says wrom wrom!
Kodo says rom rom!
When I say nom nom!
Work work! For Love of pork pork!

Murdurp was walking around the Valley of Honor, he was a good grunt. Working for them rebellion, watching over the little ones, making sure the evil moleface Garrosh did not jump out of any bushes to steal the children, Whack! another bush down for good so no Garrosh can hide in there, no General, Murdurp was a good grunt, that's what he was told and that's how it is. Good grunt.

Murdurps steps took him into the base of operation, that's what the Goblins call it, greedy little pickles they were, pickles. Sour and not good tasty or looking. No no. Goblins were not on his good side, no General no. Murdurp walked around the sleeping orc' and elfs, good fighters of the Rebellion. Murdurp was a good grunt, guarding their sleep. He panted slightly when he walked up the stairs, he was getting fat and old already, cant help it no general, he loved his pork wrapped in greasy bacon and cheese. Murdurp kept walking, looking around, no assassins hiding behind the target dummies. Whack that shows them, Murdurp was still in fighting shape, no target dummy can withstand his might.  Happily he chuckled to himself and gave his grotch well deserved attention, a proper scratching. Woolies, whom ever designed those should be flogged, so itchy and tight.

Murdurp looked around, grunting. His lap was almost done. Need to check on the general, yes general. Bloodmark, good orc that. Strong orc that one, yes general that he is. A General.
Murdurp stepped up the stairs, looking around, always calm here at the Generals sleeping area, what a nice looking mate he had also, all the right things on the right places, and something to grip for. Yes general, thats who Murdrup sees it. female should have some meat around them. Murdurp chuckled to himself, until he heard someting, he knew that sound, metal kissing metal. Someone was there? Murdrup was sure general did not sleep in furs made of metal and he was not made of metal. Murdurp lifted his torch higher to look into the room, towards the door what was between him and the General.
"Ack!" Murdurp yelled and stumbled backwards. His eyes locked to the Orc he saw, clad in the dark plate runes and cuts covering the armor and its owner, the White mask covering her features, the torch lighting revealing her mouth and scarred jawline, she stood silently, like a statue the heavy blade in front of her, Murdrup could swear that the  blade was whispering something. He shuddered and backed away slowly, looking at the female, she was wearing the colors of the Red Blade, that must be a good thing yes, she  was not a wolf no general. Murdurp knows a fine wolf lady when he sees one, this was a Worg to him, by the spirits it was like wolf facing a Direworg, Murdurp grunted and left the room looking behind him time to time, shaking his head shuddering.

Murrah stood in front of the door, she did not pay any heed to the Grunt who almost stumbled to her in the darkness. She did not pay any heed to the frightened stares she got or the flash of hate she saw. It was not her to care what the orc thought. Murrah grunted quietly when the grunt walked away, her Runeblade whispered into the silence.
"I know, Sharptongue. Things will be different from now on... It will turn better, I hope. Fer the sake of the Tribe, for the sake of Blood.

I give you the RAWKATAH made by my Girlfriend. Just had to share this

[Krunch, kranch, kronch, krunkch]

He sat in silence by the campfire heavy hood covering his features, his massive frame towered over the other Orcs whom sat in silence with him, his jaws moved in silence Krunch, kranch, kronch, krunkch A old Orc looked up from his meditation and scowled slapping the Huge Orc with a cane. "Brother Rockeater, you were cured by the spirits of Earth and Fire, at-least show "some" respect towards and stop eating them!"

The Huge Orc grunted "Wu'z yu'z meen'z butz thuz?! Muh Hun'grz!" The Orc bellowed.
"Yes, yes I know you are "Hungry" but, you should eat -proper- food like rest of us, not pebbles and spirits know, boulders? We found you after Deathwing had wreck down that cave where you had crawled to "Die" without honor by carrying that dreadful necrotic infection. Show respect!"
Krunch, kranch, kronch, krunkch
"ROCKEATER are you listening to me?!" The old shaman bellowed
"Wu'z? M' hung'rz!"
The shaman sighed and smiled. "You Oaf."
"WUZ YE'Z SUEZ?!" The massive Orc bellowed
Whack The old Shaman went again.
"I said you are a Oaf! my dear pupil, for such a hardheaded Peon, you grasped the basics of Elements fast, and now you are a decent Shaman, if you expect a Shaman to beat down what ever tries to bother you, but you need to work out on the healing aspect also."
"He'lngz bez bur'un'zg"
Whack
"Stu'z zat!"
"When you learn to behave!"
The Big Orc grunted.

"Elder! Elder!" a young Orc ran into the small hut panting and scared.
"Yes my son what is it?" The old Orc stood up walking to the child.
"The Kor'Kron! They are coming, they said that they are to arrest you for aiding the rebelion" The old Orc sighed and shook his head. "I wish it would not come to this, I was only helping the children and women-folk."

Two moments later group of Five heavyclad Orcs walked into the Hut.
"Shaman Vurug Firepit, by the order of the Warchief Garrosh Hellscream! You are hereby ordered to be captured and executed from acts of treason!"

The old Shaman grunted and leaned to his staff his leathery fingers squeezing the staff.
"Son's I am just a Old shaman who was helping children and Females."

"We do not need your traitorous words! You helped the Trolls of Sen'jin and alliance! by orders of Garrosh! You will be flogged and hanged from the neck until your death!"
The Kor'Krons pulled their axes and grinned.

"Thaz noz bez Suz' SMURTZ!" a bellow roared from the back of the Hut as the massive Orc lumbered forward and hold two menacing looking axes.

The Kor'krons gaped for a moment and then roared. "Kill them! Kill all of them!" The Kor'Kron's charged roaring.

"BURGORG IMZ TH'EZ RAWKATA'H! FRU'MZ DEMZ TRUB'Z RUD BLUDZ! FURZ THRUMZ TRUUBH!" the massive Orc roared and charged at the Kor'krons his axes setting on fire and gusts of wind following his charge.

Kor'krons outside the hut grunted and laughed at the odd bellowing in the hut.
"Seems the boys are having fun there, poor sods."
The Kor'kron commander whom said those words was left gaping his mouth as five Orc's bursted through the Hut's wall with two Spirit Wolf's and a Massive Orc after them, roaring.

"FURZ THERZ TRUUUBZ!"
The camp was in a chaos as Orcs grabbed their weapons to defend their children and push the Kor'Kron away.

The massive Orc walked after a while back to the Hut, kneeling next to a Old orc who breathed weakly.
"You Oaf, you silly Oaf." he smiled coughing blood, as somebody of the Kor'kron managed to wound the old Orc. "Now listen to me Burgorg."
"Wuz?" The big Orc grunted and tried hard not to cry, but he failed at it.
"Return to your tribe, I am sure you are missed... You Oaf.." Burgorg looked at the old orc as the spirits took him and he started bawling like a big baby, but soon wiping his muddy face and putting a rock into his mouth, crunching down in anger.
"Demz K'roozon' gunna p'y'z" He silently gathered his belongings and walked out of the Hut, whispering to the Elements of fire to turn the hut to a Pyre..

The Rockeater was out to find his family.


OOC:
Guess who's back!

To me Kozzy-Mozzy you have been one of the best RP:ers I have seen, even when most of them are in the Orcs. I still laugh when Koz met Burgorg for the first time, most of Orcs gawing out "What did he just said?" and Koz understanding the big Rockmunchkin silly.

Also when Burgorg was on cooking turn making Rawk soup for everyone, people eating  the soup filled with rocks and Koz fishing the pebbles out and afterwards thanking from the strong meal.

I salute ye Kozzles!
(And ye bugger give me your skype)

Murrah walked away from the Outpost what was swarming with members of the Rebellion, she sucked the cold evening air into her lungs out of habit, she glanced over her shoulder and grunted. Walking, walking, walking. That's what she did every night, harboring the new feelings she had seen on faces of the other races. It felt new to her, to see feelings on every Orc, Elf, Pandaren, Tauren,  and so forth. Murrah looked up, grunting once again she was somewhere in the woods again, walking like a blind without a guide, it felt good. It had always felt good. She sat down, back against a tree.

She leaned her head against the tree and grunted agitated. Winds of change were coming, but she would stay loyal, she had always stayed loyal to the leadership she had been pointed, or showed mercy and taken into. If Bloodmark would be her new Chieftain, then she would follow him. He had taken her under his rough and plated wings, promised to teach her.  Murrah sucked the night air again and looked around. Glints of metal in the moonlight, she closed her eyes and smirked, the smirk curling up to a snarl quickly, as black tendrils of necrotic powers leaped out of her lunging between the trees and bushes to constrict the Kor'Kron scouts whom were out to find enemy scouts or the Rebellions plans.

Only thing what they found was high-speed impact to a tree, or the Glowing Runeblade.
It did not last long, it never did. The sheer feeling, the pure feeling of violence.
Murrah grunted as she hit her Runeblade down to a Kor'Kron, she watched calmly how the light dissipated from the dead orc's eyes. She grunted and looked towards the outpost.

She did not need a spotlight or a place of glory, she had a family and a home. And in the dark. She would protect her family. The Runeblade  screeched and pulsed against her palm.
"I know Sharptongue, I know. even if they sneer and look me weird, they care."
"I hope."

Thanks for everything Kozzles!
May the Waffles guide you!

Gratz to the winners!

((Vash is adorable toughie gal. Or like my friend would say "A tough tittie."

((Hell of a read, I was going to reply to this earlier but had to rush to school.))

She aint dead!.. Well kinda she is, but already dead! but not deaddead!

[DO NOT DEFILE HIM DEATHWALKER, GET AWAY FROM HIM!]

She stood over a cliff watching down to the Troll Village, her helmet hiding her features and the heavy mane of the helmet danced on the wind, she stared down in silence words attacking her mind with heavy blows. DO NOT DEFILE HIM DEATHWALKER, GET AWAY FROM HIM! As if she would had been hit she turned her head and snarled, squeezing her hands into fists she trembled and let out a growling sigh, turning her gaze away from the village she started to walk away.

...All the riddles...
...All the good words.
..Words of trust...Ha.
..You are..alone... There is no one for us.
....Only scars.....Only you and me...
...Stop your crying....You are not that softhearted....Dreadwind..
..Maybe you should be what you truly are....
Be silent Hungermind...Be silent blade.
...Silent?...Ha!...Never...Come....Dreadwind..Let's get rid of those pesky feelings AGAIN!.

Murrah fell to her knees and hold her head as the blade on her back glowed and hissed like hot metal sinked to freezing water. Murrah howled and went limb, then she slowly stood up the white glow of her eyes turning to dark, like muddy water under clean ice, she  turned her head slowly, looking around and started walking away the grass under her boots withering slowly.


Murrah snapped awake, it was dark and she felt how her arm and side was oozing, she was wounded., but she would heal. She tried to stood up but she was too weak for it. She gasped and leaned against the wall..

What have I done...
Oh...You have done good Dreadwind...You have done very good.
No...
Yes....All that "trying to help" poor old Sharptongue and that Orc who loves to cut herself for blood, all that power you gave her to survive, you almost withered away yourself. You should thank me. I took us to find replacing energy for you.. And if I may, you were hungry.. You were so hungry....
NO!

Murrah tried to stand up again, but her body resisted. She snarled and stared at the sword whom lied next to her, hearing it's mocking laugh inside her head.  Murrah growled and forced herself upwards standing wobbling, she grasped the sword.

What are you thinking Dreadwind? Don't even try it!
I'm going to end this! You controlling piece of shit!
No! NO! Do not do it, think about it Dreadwind you weaken yourself! I am the only thing what keeps you strong!
And insane! Good bye Hungermind! See ye in HELL!

Murrah growled and gathered all her strength and hit the sword to the caves floor growling the sword shattered and unnatural wale escaped and it echoed in Hinterlands.
Murrah smiled and tears fell down her cheeks.

I'm sorry Brother, my tribe.. My pack.. My Family.

I'm sorry Sharptongue.. Ye annoying bastard.
Murrah fell to her knees holding the broken sword and then it went all dark.


In the darkness Murrah saw three little pups yelling and running to her, Murrah knelt and hugged them, crying.

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Don't you lit any pyres yet. Just, go with the flow!

Sounds of fist connecting with flesh and bone echoed in the small cave following with snarling and roars of pain. "Stop biting me you rabid Pup! I am your father, curse the day when your mother died giving birth to you!" Sound of striking and then silence, a Orc of massive frame walked out of the cave his knuckles bleeding and his ear hanging slightly blood dripping down. "Rabid.... The Orc grunted and moved towards a area of huts.

She was leaning against the cold wall of the cave, her heart beating fast like a crazed Talbuk, she inhaled sharply, the pain on her ribs and mouth made her flinch the taste of iron filled her mouth but she was grinning almost triumphantly.  She sure showed him. She was strong and did not take any bad words, even not from her own father. She moved slightly and grunted as ropes around her waist and ankles tightened. "Training he said, to learn discipline, it was more to control the violence in her blood what his father had given her as gift of birth.  She snarled and tried to get loose but her body was not strong enough, every rope she cut her father returned with stronger.  She snarled more and pulled the ropes until she could not pull anymore, she fell down to her knees and started sobbing.  Getting even more angry to herself. "I need no one when I am old enough I join a War band and show the-" "And then ye die alone and without anyone to miss you." a voice interrupted her muttering, she snarled and looked towards the cave entrance seeing a tall Orc shadow of their father. [/i]" Be silent brother you do what ever father says, you have no spine to fight against him." "This is not true Murrah, I fight with  out father over different matters, not matter what you see worthy, you only want to adventure and wrestle with other pups of your age and older. Sister you have already given blood, some of those males don't look for a friend they look for a mate or a female whom to bed and add a notch to their hilt to the victory over you."

Murrah snarled and growled pulling the ropes. "There is no male whom I cannot win! You do not know how I feel. I am alone in here, I have no mother they call me.. The other females they call me a product of bad seed, seed brought by a dread wind. I killed ma." The older brother calmly watched her sister who stared the wall her shoulders shaking fingers sinking into the furs on the floor.  

He calmly spoke again. "Hush little Orc, you are not bad seed. Father is proud of your strength, he has told me how you remind him of ma. She was strong also, it breaks his old heart how you spend your days hating back the orcs who look you wrong, you should spend your days with me on the hunt and  practicing your body, if you want to be a strongest Orc of whole Draenor." The brother watched Murrah who slowly looked over her shoulder snarling. "I show them, I come with you brother. I leave this camp tomorrow and hunt with you. If I find out you are lying to me about fathers words. I will strangle you in your sleep!" The Orc at the door grinned and walked away. "Only way you could win me anyhow dear Sister...


OOC:

Enjoy! I guess. And I added Caruk there because I am sure he has had more than one conversation with the young hot-headed Murrah.

That's a Tyranid Hive Tyrant thank you very much. Not a zerg Regorn, or a pony Sadok.
Honestly, get some 40K in your diets.

In fact... Here's a video for you to learn of the 41st Millenium

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaZoti6I0qA

Is nice, tho it looks bit too" clean" to my eyes I would put some wash on it maybe, at least over the bones. to darken them. Brown / flesh or black ink should work!
But it is really nice color combination.