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The fresh morning breeze cut through the cleft like a hot blade through butter, tattered tents littered the upper ledges where some of the denizens of the cleft go about there business, one of these had two huge trolls standing outside on guard.

Inside was a small fire that blazed with a green glow. Orcs, Trolls, Sin’dorei and a few Goblins stood around it, whispering about why’d they been summoned, why the absence of Forsaken and when lunch was. It’d been quit an age since Kai’gron had last visited this place, especially on Shattered Hand business. With his ties to the hand mostly severed along with his duties to the clan he not needed to be here. But when the summons came through he knew it’d be for good reason.

The whispers stopped when Therzok entered the circle, the glow of the fire lite up the old Orcs face, the ravages of war, the secrets, the lifetime of fighting from the shadows showed. His eyes stared into the flames, pausing for a moment until he spoke.
“Welcome brothers, take note of those you see here this day, for we are the last of the loyal…You’re summoned here today to spread word, to gather, recover and protect those who still hold the Horde in honor. I bring word from a troll whose alliances with the High Overlord himself. Zekhan, has shown me proof that Saurfang has escaped the stockades and has plans”

With a pause Therzok begins to wander around the fire, eyeing all those who are lite by the glow. His deep guttural voice arises once again.

“The banshee Queen has eyes and ears everywhere, so we will play a vital part in gaining momentum for the uprising, spread word to those who are loyal, gather intel on those who would demolish such a thing, protect those who are not able to fight…for a fight is coming my brothers, we will wage war from the shadows as we’ve always done..but be wary, those loyal to the Warchief will stop at nothing..NOTHING..to quell this rebellion”

The gathering remained quiet, many locking eyes and nodding, many stood silent. Therzok stood at the entrance of the tent and opened it, turning he gave the Shattered Salute and left. Moments later the mutterings and whisperings arose.
Shar’kur turned to Kai’gron and spoke.
“This is it, this is where we get our Horde back. Where yer gonna head to first Ripclaw?”
The old orc quipped an eyebrow, paused and then retorted to the Troll.
“The clan, preparations an trainin’..as insane as she is, Windrunner has loyalists everywhere. Stay safe brother..”
With that said Kai’gron gives Shar’kur the Shattered Salute and exits the tent. Outside, his companion Koba sits waiting.
“Come Koba..we're heading back."

Koba was restless, the young wolf was always restless. Kai'gron continued to sit, listening to the comforting sounds of Durotars nightfall. Meditation helped him abate the rage and thirst for war that dwelled inside him. Visions of past battlefields flashed through his minds eye, fallen comrades, alliances forged and broken. The time he'd spent within 'The Hand' molded him from a raw angry recruit to a precision instrument of violence, with only a single purpose to slay, hunt and eradicate his prey was the creed of 'The Shattered Hand'. The visions had one constant though, a single weave that was always just out of view.

Kai’gron found himself standing at the foot of Icecrown Citadel itself, Scourge surrounding him, closing in clawing and tearing their way to the Orc. He was overcome as the masses of scourge encompassed and trampled him to the frozen floor below.
Darkness came and he welcomed it, is this what my father talked about so many years ago he thought to himself. “A spirit will leave its body when it's time...not always at death" he said. "When the body becomes a prison...it is time for the spirit to escape. And once the spirit is gone...the body will follow soon after."
From within the darkness arose a fog, slowly taking the form of his father Gor'grull Ripclaw, Vira'kur of tribe Ripclaw. The aged Orc tried to speak, but he just smiled as a loving and proud father should to his son. “you’ve found peace, your spirit is calm and content” the voice echoed around Kai’gron, this was not how he remembered his fathers voice to be. The form of Gor’grull Ripclaw dissipated and lingered as the voice echoed once again. “Do not loose sight of which you are to be, the chieftain and the clan will need that rage from within, do not suppress it, harness it.” Kai’gron replied “But there is now so much to loose in my life, the clan grows daily, new faces I do not recognise, old faces rarely seen, even the pup grows, from once a scrawny runt to alpha of his pack, my spirit is not restless now, the clan is my family”
The fog shifts form, closing towards the orc. Standing as tall as Kai’gron stood The Great Wolf, Akashok. “And that is why you must use this rage, War will split your Horde. Protect the chieftain, protect the clan, watch over them….always” The form of the Great Wolf faded, and the night sky over Durotar appeared with the familiar sounds once again filling Kai’grons ears as he awakes from his meditation. Koba lays beside the orc, belly up and tongue hanging out as he sleeps. The orc smiles and pats the belly of the Warwolf, then stands and ignores the aches of his old joints.

“Time to rise” he mutters to himself as he watches the clan from his perch.

[Thur'ruk Beastmane has gathered the Hunters of the clan to gather offerings for Kavara,this was Kai'grons tale.]

Thur'ruk Beastmane has gathered the Hunters of the clan to gather offerings for Kavara,
this was Kai'grons tale.

Something stirs in the Marshes of Dustwallow…local wildlife thinned out, Crocolisk and Raptor skeletal remains
are strewn randomly across tree branches as if it they were thrown there. Even those who have chosen to remain
and call the marshes home have reported guttural screams in the night. Word of this eventually reaches Ironforge’s
Inns. With those able to lift a shield and axe away with the War, opportunistic hunters arise in their wake, two
such hunters are eager to further their reputation and redeem their tainted family name as a famed big game hunters,
Calrissian and Lando Douglas had nothing else to loose and all to gain if they could bring down whatever was terrorising
Dustwallow Marsh. So with ale in their bellys and an egos to match they set out for the marshlands of Dustwallow.

Upon arrival the Douglas brothers set out to track the beast down, asking the denizens of the Marsh lead them to
one of the north beaches to discover the first clue. Slaughtered and half eaten Murlocs are scattered across the
beach, here they pick up what seems like Gorilla tracks..only much, much larger! Following the tracks, Calrissian
comes across the remains of eaten raptors and crocolisks, not much is left only the bones, guts and claws.



Lando urges Calrissian to begin setting traps around a nest of Raptor eggs, they both joke and laugh about what
they would spend the money earned from all the Raptor skins that they would harvest from the area. It was 2 days
until they had sated their want for the skins of old and young raptors, leaving the carcasses hung upside down from
the very trees that overlooked their nests, even going so far as to cook the raptor eggs for their breakfast.



Eventually leaving their camp they carried on following the Gorilla tracks which seem to avoid a small Grimtotem
village, the dwarves took it upon themselves to observe the Tauren villagers, watching a tribal elder performing
a peaceful ritual near the edge of the village they both nodded at each other flashing a gold toothed grin. Once
finishing the ritual, the large Grimtotem lumbered his way back to his tent to sleep.

The dwarves follow allowing their egos to divert away from the primary target once again, camouflaged into
Dustwallows large foliage Calrissian goes unnoticed as he allows the Tauren to begin his nightly routine for
slumber. Waiting, watching and listening until the Village elder is asleep in his tent, Calrissian emerged from
his hiding place and uses his Karambit blade to slice down the taut wall of the tent and enters. There the
Grimtotem elder sleeps, and with a sly smirk the Dwarf kneels behind the head of the elder and runs his claw
like blade karambit across his throat, the cut severs the Tauren’s voice box rendering the elder silent as he
bleeds out slowly. The Dwarf takes a serrated bowie knife and begins to saw at the slowly diving elders long
ornately engraved horns and eventually exiting the way he came in. With rush of the kill and their greed
growing both dwarves continue the nightly elusive raid on other village elders stealing the ornate horns
from the dead or dieing grimtotem.



Later at their makeshift camp the brothers drunkenly gather the skins and clean the Grimtotem horns, Lando was
quite happy peeing at the back of camp until something made him pause mid stream. Calrissian was oblivious to
this as he was spouting a drunkern song around the fire until he fell backwards in a fit of laughter after one of his
own jokes. He kept on spouting nonsense as he looked around the camp to see if his brother was sharing in his
laughter, only to see Lando’s head wrap on the floor where he once was peeing. Looking around the camp he saw
no sign of his brother, so Cal assumed he had passed out drunk as he normally did and would see him in the morning.

Calrissian woke abruptly and in his still drunken haze glanced at the embers of the fire, dawn was not far away as
the night sky was being threatened of the light of the new day. Stumbling as he made his way to pee he was saw
where his brother was. Strewn upside down from one of their camp defences was Lando, his skin removed with
intestines, blood and other body fluids below the swaying body. Cal stood in shock, adrenaline pushing any residual
drunken haze from him as he dropped to his knees screaming in pain and anger.



Moments later a roar was heard, turning his head and wiping away tears from his eyes, Cal spotted something
clamber towards him, feeling the earth beneath him shake as this thing walked made the Dwarf rise up and grab
for whatever he could. Standing there with his Karambit blades gripped tight, Cal screamed towards what was
the beast both Dwarves where hunting, with the morning fog of the marshes rising it took a few moments for the
Dwarf to see that the beast was in fact a large Gorilla. It stopped and rose to its hind legs, thumped its chest
whilst giving a guttural roar and then dropped to its fore legs once again. Cal stood there, in his shook and adrenaline
pumped state he roared back and screamed dwarvern obscenities towards the Gorilla. Moments later the Gorilla
began to run towards the dwarf, gaining momentum it came into view. Calrisian just stood there as the realisation
that this Gorilla was no Gorilla, it was something more, Its skin a purple mottled colour, a single bloodthirsty eye
resided in what was an ogre like face.



The Gronnling was at full speed when the darts lethargy poison that had pierced its neck took effect as it fell to
the marshy floor and slide right up to the Dwarf, Calrissian looked down at the unconscious beast, he would also
notice blood forming on what would be a spear like shape emerging from his own chest, he felt the ground fall away
as he was lifted to the air. His screams would be silent as his own weight made him fall further onto the spear, then
as abruptly as it was thrusted through his chest was it pulled out, with its barbed edges tearing dwarvern flesh.
Dropping to his knees he wheezed and fought to breathe, lungs pierced he looked up and saw nothing but the
red tattooed face of an orc appear in front of him, the dwarf tried to thrust his blade in the orcs direction but was
met with a low menacing growl as a full face of snarling fangs growled next to his own face.

The orc knelt down to meet the silent, bleeding Dwarf and spoke with a guttural growl.
“Who is the monster here Dwarf…the Gronnling behind me who is lost an’ only hunts to survive in this new world.”
The orc stands and points with his spear to the hanging skinned dwarf.
“or those that believe the hunt is a sport, to relish in the kill an’ chase, casting their quarry aside in favour of trinkets, gold or recognition.”
Turning his back to the now dieing dwarf the orc kneels down and removes his poisoned dart from the unconscious Gronnling’s neck.
“The Mag’har will be here soon enough to collect there gronnling, I’ll leave you to let them know of your decision on who the real monster is here”

With Calrissian now laid on the floor trying to breathe, the orc walks towards the strewn up Lando and runs his spear
down the exposed spine of the Dwarf and grips the head and pulls the skull and spine from the body.
“Your brother’s gift to Kavara has shown me that to hunt is not always to kill.”
With that the orc and his wolf disappear into the dawning fog with only the sounds of a wheezing dieing dwarf, a snoring
Gronnling and distant shouts of Mag’har and Darkspear scouts searching for the lost Gronnling.

[Kai'gron Ripclaw]

Kai'gron Ripclaw

Self view:
With age came wisdom, earlier in his life he thought himself confident, always trying to impress those around him. Overreaching goals and never quite reaching them has humbled the Orc. Now he views himself as a failure which only gets heightened by the lack of mate and offspring, with that he has become more elusive and cut of from his now loved Clan, but the hunger to improve himself in body, spirit and mind has not abated and for that he is content.

Kai's view on others:

Spoiler: "Kozgugore Feraleye" • show

Although quiet, he views the Warsong as older brother figure, often looking upto him for inspiration. Kai would lay his life down for his Chieftain dutifully of course, but he would also lay his life down for Kozgugore Feraleye

Spoiler: "Regnan" • show

Ever since he saw this She-Orc his minds eye could not shake her, constantly in his thoughts. Is it infatuation, lust or just loneliness?

Spoiler: "Rhonya Steelheart" • show

With a spirit that calms Kai in a motherly way, he can't help feel drawn to her for comfort. Observing her with Orc pups is a pastime that indulges Kai's want to pass his knowledge to his own orc pups

Spoiler: "Kroat the Rallier" • show

Not knowing this Orc long he has battled alongside him many times, a fearless bastard with a skull as thick as his armour, plus his ever seeking female companionship is something to behold

Spoiler: "Razaron Madeye" • show

A fine shaman, and possible the finest warrior-dancer this Horde has ever seen, Kai is envious of such moves

Spoiler: "Vraxxar Wildmark" • show

Brother from another mother, Wildmark is the very essence of ever self improvement, always learning, always watching. Kai knows that one day Wildmark will be one of the fiercest Orcs within the clan

Spoiler: "Okiba" • show

Sure that they've crossed paths before during his tour within Thralls Kor'Kron Kai sees much in Okiba, a loyal honorable Orc with a clear passion for discipline. Plus this Orc has access to the most delectable sausages known to Orc!

Spoiler: "Kogra Windwatcher" • show

Farseer..Kai does not see her blinded eyes as a weakness as he truly believes that if she could see fully, she would not see anything at all. Wise and stoic he hold her place in this life in high regard

Spoiler: "Shrewd" • show

The true Chieftain! One day Kai would like to see Shrewd father a litter, for that litter would become more powerful than he can possibly imagine

Spoiler: "Malgar Firefist" • show

This aged Orc impresses Kai, and Kai is hard to impress..never the words "Fear an old Orc in a job where Orcs die young" been more apt

And that thing is glorious!

[First Rule of Fight Club...]

First Rule of Fight Club...



Many of the local farmers within the Northern Barrens have reported a number of their workers being
taken during Kolkar raids, these workers are being used against their will within savage Kolkar fight-pits.
Kai’gron Ripclaw followed up on these reports and took it upon himself to scout and observe one such
fight-pit that laid at the foot of a hill beside the Great Divide.

Once a plan was established he gathered the resources to use against these Horse-Men. Blow-pipes
coupled with highly toxic poisoned darts made from snake fangs along with a feathered tail to aid accuracy,
Garrote wire laced with his own poison brew and a collection of clay-pot grenades with a ten minute fuse.



That night Kai’gron Ripclaw called on the aid of Vraxxar Wildmark, Karnna Blackfeather and Regnan.
Due to the nature of this event Kai’gron order all clan symbols and identification to be omitted.
Taking their Wyverns skyward from the crossroads they used the cover of night to land safely
and unseen on top of the hill above the fight-pit.

Kai’gron placed Wildmark to lead Regnan and for Blackfeather to follow his own lead. Both packs ascended
both sides of the fight-pit, stalking the three Kolkar sentries that stood oblivious to the Orcs.
The ambush was swift and quiet, All favouring to garrote the Centaur sentry guards. Kai’gron gave the order
to WIldmark whom began placing the clay-pot grenades into the hillside on their descent, whilst Karnna
and Regnan took care of the remaining Centaur sentry guards.

Once set the pack set about rescuing the prisoners, Blackfeather snarled as she watched Overseer Hellka
from their hidden spot. Noting the number of Kolkar to be around fifteen a diversion will be used. Kai’gron
sent Regnan to pick the locks of the locked and chained caravan, sent Wildmark to get into position for
his diversion and set himself and Blackfeather to slit the tent to gain access inside the tent. Once inside
they found the prisoners were caged, Karnna quickly picked one lock whilst Kai’gron dropped a small liquid
into another which melted it enough to be broken. Both Orcs set about extracting the tired, ill and exhausted
prisoners out the back of the tent.



All was going well until a few prisoners cried out in their own deluded state, this alerted the remaining
Kolkar that stood outside the front of the tents, Kai’gron gave the order for the diversion. With that
Wildmark lite up a small explosion just inside the oasis, this did its job the majority of the Kolkar,
Overseer Hellka stood there in a panic state whilst all around her galloped towards the explosion.
Blackfeather did not hesitate, stepping through the shadows behind Hellka, the assassin sank her hidden
blade deep into the Centaurs neck sending the Overseer to the floor.

Kai’gron then ordered the three remaining Orcs to safely load the remaining prisoners and themselves
onto the caravan then follow the small path that led along the Great Divide at the foot of the hill to the
safety of Rageroar Camp. He would venture back to light the fuses that littered the fight-pit. Moments
later the sound of galloping hooves was heard as the Kolkar headed towards the now escaping caravan.
With a tug of the reins Wildmark guided the caravan towards the hidden path, spears, arrows and rocks
were thrown at them, many missed but a few hit the wheels of the speeding caravan, this coupled with
the rough terrain slowed the escaping orcs down.

The kolkar chased onwards along the hidden path eventually getting slowed as they bottle necked
through a pass. Seeing an opening Wildmark handed a clay-bomb to Karnna who lite and threw it into
the middle of the stomping Kolkar, all it did was crack open spilling the gunpowder over the head of a
horse-man. Cursing, the orcs held tight as the caravan wavered over the rough terrain but with one final
clay-pot grenade left this would be there final chance. Karnna launched the grenade towards the bottle
necked group of Kolkar, the explosion ripped through the small pass tearing a crack in the great divide
sending the chasing Kolkar to the bottom.

The caravan arrived into Rageroar Camp and straight away Karga Rageroar gave the order to unload,
feed and water the freed prisoners. Moments later a huge explosion was felt and heard as the clay-pot
grenades brought half the hillside down onto the fight-pit and camp with rocks and mud. Whilst the
freed prisoners, peons and soldiers were distracted by this the three mysterious orcs vanished away
into the night. Kai’gron gave the order to head back to the Crossroads as soon as possible.

Arriving back into camp Kai’gron gave appraisal to the three orcs, stating that might not be the
last they’ve seen of these fight-pits.

Love the images with this, also nothing stirs me up like a weapon backstory!

Very nice story, gave a good impression of what also happened around that time! Keep them coming!

Its great to actually have a reason and motivation to do this shizz once again!

The Trial of the Varog'Gor.

Yerp

Love these kind of stories as I get to know the character! Well written.

Very nice, well written and descriptive. Orcs got feelings!

Little clan red blade crest i whipped up for WoD!

Tribal Predator, Old pic but still one of my favs, will be updating it with new model!


Son of Anarchy, PTR enhanced screenshot