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Aye, I'm inclined to say the same concerning warrior prot versus retri. Investment is what does it for me, though. At this point I can't possibly be arsed to sink time and effort into Maggrak's order hall & Legion storyline campaigns, because I have already done so on the Draenei paladin. I'm not much of an alt guy, so I'm currently feeling like playing the Draenei all the time, which is retarded considering he is guildless on a practically empty server.

Meh. I made the mistake of leveling my Draenei before Maggrak, so it's less enjoyable for me, doing the almost exact same content twice. I mean, the Legion content is really good, but because of the whole "united against the Legion" thing it lacks faction variety.

Holy shit, them art skills. Stuff I am most impressed with is how you people handle colour. I can't for the life of me use colour in any of my doodles, which are limited to wonky cartoony stuff anyways lol.

This is some stuff I drew on a whiteboard, it's supposed to be me (far right) and my friends. The second pic is a silly version (even sillier).

Aye, completely understandable. When something starts influencing your health or relationship like that, it's a good thing to take a step back. As long you two stick around!

Meh I kinda like a drink in the weekend, but that's practically my only vice. That and my personality!

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Urgh. Went over to the town where my dad lives and we went to "grab a few beers".

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I'm so terribly hungover right now and some muppet in my block is listening to crappy music and it's making my head hurt.

More of a tea guy. I tend to drink a couple cups of green tea. Sometimes I drink a coffee when my dad is visiting but that's one max. My gut goes rumbling when I drink more coffee T_T

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This takes place during the brief stay in Orgrimmar after the tribe pulled out of Splintertree Post.

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I peer down in to the horn. My gaze is chained by the dark brew it contains. The liquid swirls around lazily, stirred by the subtle movements of my hand. It sits deep, far down in to the tip of the horn, and I look in to it as if the brew itself holds all the wisdom required to grant answers to my inquiries. I do not know what I am sampling. Neither does the drudger working the kegs, most likely. I inhale deeply, the brew’s aroma wafting towards my nose. It does not matter. It smells like it should: strong and rich. As I bring the horn to my lips I realise I would not have given a damn if I was treated on a serving of boar piss. I am inside, and the stool I am seated on is so heavily lined and draped with furs that I barely feel my cracked ribs. As long I keep still the wounds slumber. The orc seated behind me who has been telling tall tales to his comrade in too loud a voice ever since they walked in to the hut, suddenly stands up, nudging me in my back, my brew sloshing perilously close to the edge of the horn and my side radiating a wave of sharp pain that courses through my body. I silently grunt the agony away, breathing heavily through my nose. Fucking Warsong. As subtle as a kodo in heat. I throw an annoyed glance at the shape disappearing through the door, in to the sharp light of the Durotar sun. A growl rumbles in my throat as I turn my gaze back to the crude dark wooden table and the horn I hold aloft above it. Warsong. The image of the typical boisterous orc with a bellowing cry races through my head. It still leaves an unpleasant feeling in my gut, but that is all. No longer a seething anger; a fiery hate. No intent to have their blood on my lips and their bitches’ laments on the winds. I have changed. Separation from clan and the company of others has done that to me. My view on the world has broadened. Disgusting. A nauseous sensation courses through me. The roots that make me what I am are being severed. I hastily bring the horn to my lips, taking a swig of the brew. It tastes like it smells, my throat coated with a warm lingering sensation. It drives away the nausea, but not the uncertainty. I am still Hollow by name. Not only by past, but by blood. By how I feel and what I care for. The red haze still seeps in to my eyes when I taste the blood of my quarry. The red madness still surges through my veins when their blood meets mine. The red spirits still demand my undivided worship until their thirst is sated. I am still theirs. But the quarry, the quarry no longer is. It is that of the tribe. This wanton company of orcs. Of clans far and wide. Even the fucking warsong. Not that the red spirits care. All they care about is that I am there once battle is joined and that they get their share… Their share. They had more than their share. They had my death. An odd thing to claim since I am sitting here, downing a brew while shaded from the blistering sun, and undeniably breathing and very much alive. But just as undeniable was the knowledge that I had died. I am sure of it. I felt that deep cold creeping through my veins. The darkness rising up from behind my eyes. My last breath passing between my lips as I was desperately trying to hold on to life. The body had caved, the spirit had not. But infernals do not give a fuck about your spirit. It had slammed me in to the palisade and my body had gone to pieces like a talbuk herd in a wildfire. Death. A glorious death, fighting a demon. My end had come, and by my ancestors, it was glorious. But I was pulled back. A strange and unfamiliar but warm light had parted the cold darkness. It had not been my ancestors to guide me to our jungle grounds, but a pair of glowing blue eyes in a head that was as strange as it was orcish. The half-orc had granted me life, had pulled me away from eternal glory in the afterlife. Fucking blue ones. No doubt it was that side of her that disdained me so much that she had deigned to pull me away from my ancestors. Still… Life. I am here now. Is that so bad? Perhaps not. Besides, she is half Mag’hari and she has strength in her bones. Not painful on the eyes either. No hooves. No tail. Something to consider. No Bleeding Hollow, but no Warsong either. Suddenly a hot, sharp wave of pain shoots up through my body, the veins in my neck bulging as I grimace away a wordless cry of agony. The edge of the table presses heavily in my battered side, pushed out of its place by one of two orcs sitting in front of me. Fucking Warsong! No. Not Warsong. I push the table back into its original position as my gaze lingers on the white paintings on his shoulder blades and the bundles of feathers strapped around his arms. He hisses angrily at his companion before slamming his fist on the table and marching off through the doorway my gaze had seen the Warsong disappear through mere moments ago. Bleeding Hollow. Without doubt. If his appearance was not enough to convince me of his origin the thickly accentuated Z’s in his speech would have. The other one is still seated, taking a gulp of whatever is in the wooden bowl in his hands. As he lowers the thing, showing his facial features, another sensation races through my body. This time it is not pain, and I do not curse the Warsong. It is recognition of a comrade. The eyes that meet mine betray the same sense of familiarity. We both rise from our seats, albeit I do more slowly due to my condition. We clasp arms in greeting. His lips part. ‘Brother’.

Heya.
Just a quick heads up that my current semi inactivity is simply due to physical exhaustion. After an extremely lazy late July and August my training has picked up again since monday the 29th and my body still needs to come to terms with the new regime. I'll try and pop on somewhere during the weekend if I have energy to game at that point.

What kind of job, Nex?

*claps*
Nice!

Hahaha that is fkn' great xD I loved that stuff. Reminds me of the Star Wars: Backstroke of the West stuff which is the Return of the Sith dubbed with literal Chinese subs. That's a bit long for this though so I recommend House of Halo's #WithoutMusic videoclips instead:

Mozrogg is just another guttural sound that i thought sounded quite throaty for an orc, I never really had anything in mind for what his name could mean, although something that involved war, or yelling or somesuch would be appropriate! He is a Warsong.

Thank you, Moz. I can make that work!

Revax. Don't think I ever had a meaning in mind! He is Blackrock. Maybe you can figure something out

Blackrock. Got it

Well, Regorn never meant anything really.

First he was named Regor, then I saw it was taken when I realm-transfered so I added an N.

If the name does not have one, I would still like to know what sort of translation of the name would fit your character's personality. Lastly, I would like to know what clan your character originated in. It will be of tremendous help to me to try and make the dialects as realistic and identifiable as possible.

Well, Regorn was Shadowmoon clan, but he abandoned it and refused to refer himself as one.
Regorn was a lot of Guilt, Shame and Death-wish.
But also honor, duty and respect (Toward Higher-ranked, Elders, the Elements and the Spirits).
Also a massive hatred of Fel and Demons.

Thank you, Regorn. Can work with that!

Whilst my Orc's names don't mean anything. Some Orcish words in game can be translated from context.

For example Orgrimmar, Thrallmar, Vol'mar. all three are settlements, all three have ''mar'' at the end. So for example it's pretty likely that Mar means Town/City.

Anyhow I wish you good luck! I made something similar for Zandali once and it was a quite a chore :p

The thing about the context works both ways though. It depends on concepts, but their definitions can differ immensely. You could argue that "mar" could rather mean stronghold or fortress as "gol" seems to mean "home". It isn't extremely definite. And translations for words that we think of as definite and thereby canon lack a lot of evidence to make them so either. Take phrases interpreted in Rise of the Horde for example, they are almost never literally translated, only given a rough meaning by interpretation of the surrounding text.

Do you still have the Zandalari around?  I would be interested to see what you made!

If it helps!

Gashuk was never meant to directly translate into Orcish, it just seemed like quite a visceral, gutteral name that would roll off the tongue, potentially quite common.

He has had three surnames from separate Om'riggors. Bloodfire, Felhand and Soulfury.

He is a Shadowmoon Orc, through and through, originally a Shaman but delved into Fel during the war on the Draenei and has stuck ever since (apart from a brief foray back to the Spirits during Warlords). He is honourable, loyal and driven by the Horde and the Tribe; I always based his character on the basis of doing the wrong thing for the right reason.

Shadowmoon, got it. Cheers!

Interesting initiative, that. Although I feel it may prove a bit too much work to make it worth in the end, I'll gladly applaud it!

Having said that, it may be worth pointing out that Black Speech wasn't used for any of the rank names (save for Gul'thauk, if I'm not mistaken). For a lot of them, we simply used a mismash of existing orc words and words that are used in the randomly generated orcish language in-game (a list of which can be found on the WoWpedia/wiki page of the orcish language).

As for names, Kozgugore (Warsong Clan) never did mean anything, so not a whole lot of input there. Good luck with the project though!

Haha that is probably true! But as most of my projects, as long it keeps me entertained it's worth the effort If it is at all used, it'll be a nice bonus. Affirmative on the Black Speech thing! What I heard might've been just a rumour

Cheers for the encouragement!

Nexini doesn't know ICly what is her birth clan, and for that reason I will not post it here.
If you want to know OOCly, whisper me in game. Mind you, that is liable to change if I decide to ever bring it to light ICly.

Thanks! I will throw you a /w in game.

Arkail was born in the camps.To what was originally a laughing skull father and a bleeding hollow mother. Had a story set up to which his real name is Ar'kill. but due to being orphaned and wet nursed/raised by others in the camp. His name would be changed though miscommunication as 'Arkail'

'Kill' being a laughing skull thing 'Ar' being maybe a bleeding hollow thing. I never enacted ic'ly as it just never really came up

Thank you Arkail, that is some info I can work with!