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Orgash is your typical brute, just charges in with relentless fury and overpowers his foes with brute force. Imagine Garrosh, only to a slightly lesser extent. It's hard to implement this IC, but the way I write him is that he's an orc that's bigger in build than most, like he towers above others. His physical strength is also fairly impressive, he's like the orc equivalent of the hulk, but other than that the only particular thing about how he fights is that he's very primal. He has very strong senses of hearing and smell.

I had a dwarf hunter, Midar, whose fighting style was more interesting. He was very hot-tempered so he'd just rush into the frontlines, fight with axes and and breathe out dragonbreath chilli, then he'd run back to a safe distance, shoot a few rounds then run back into melee.

Looking back at this, my grammar and writing tools were f*cking terrible. I really need to clean this mess up, probably will do so eventually.

What's up guuuuys, it's me Orgash but you already know that.

Just thought I'd pop by and say hello to you fools as I haven't been WoWing in a while. How's life? What's good in the hood? We all keepin' it fly like a bird in the sky, cool like a fish in a pool and ghetto like a broken stiletto?

I'm interested in tanking but sadly I won't be on for quite a while. Over the next two weekends I can try to max out Orgash and gear him up for entry-level, or perhaps the next three weeks; I can't promise you much to be honest.

After that I might be able to raid consistantly though, provided that we raid on a schedule so that I can fit it into my routine. I wouldn't be able to if it's just random 'hey guys wanna raid BoT now?!'.

As far as experience goes, I've succesfully lead a lot of ToC; I've got pretty good leadership skills, and as far as tanking itself goes I've completed full ICC a few times (9/12 hc - exc. Putricide, Sind and LK) a while before I stopped playing in the summer.

Alright, I just wanted to let everyone know what my plans are for Orgash after his return, because I haven't made much of an effort to make it very clear IC.

I really didn't want to actually come back to the guild, just to reinforce this point, but I'll make it here for all of you to know. Seeing as Orgash is an exile, or ex-exile who's committed a terrible act against the tribe, I didn't find it fit that he just returns amongst the ranks like he used to be. I wanted him to return as a form of paying back a debt to the tribe at a perilous time when his aid is needed most. More of like a champion that the tribe can rely on when needed rather than an actual, functioning member; a bit of a reclusive hero. More like a trinket that summons a mob to fight for you for 30 seconds rather than a demon or a hunter's pet sort of thing. The best way for me to put it, for those of you who played the bonus campaign on WCIII:TFT, is something like the relationship of Rexxar to the Horde: not a member, but an ally.

That said, I'll try and keep Orgash away from all non-invasive or drastic guild events. I don't want any of the orcs to think of him as a tribe member, but some enigmatic champion who's there in dire times of need. I was thinking his relationship to the tribe itself could be preserved (other than through the pact he promised Koz of being at the tribe's beck and all whenever called upon until his death, as a way of paying back his debt and making amends) through his relationship with Vezara and/or through being a member of Gnash's Hogs of War brigade. Unfortunately, due to technical difficulties, I would say the latter option is a bit far fetched now.

Either way, I won't be WoWing much for a while. School is back, and with it comes my 'grind mode' for the next few months. I just felt like letting you know what I had planned for the character.



Regards,
Orgash Spinebreaker

Orgash - Wetlands

I've got a brilliant little intro script I've been working on while I was away. I'd suggest as many of you come to enjoy the chance. I especially think Gnash, Tazok, Vez, Koz and Krog would appreciate the encounter.

I'll log on early tomorrow and stay on for a bit, as I won't be on again probably 'till next weekend, by which time you'll all be leveling your asses off.

Dark. Cavernous. Hot.

The cautious caravan of hardy orcs, encroaching upon the seemingly abandoned recesses of  their ancient enemy's home, could not shake the feeling of sinister apprehension, compounded by the horrendous stench assaulting their noses violently from every grimy corner. Many of the younger orcs were dumbfounded at the distant familiarity of this dark feeling, while the older orcs knew it very well, but dared not reflect upon the atrocities committed by their race that were signed by this same feeling. Regardless, most of them hid their apprehension very well, and progressed through the derelict labyrinth with attention and readiness, at an urgent pace.

But why? Why would they be here, of all places? Is this not Blackrock Spire? A site that lays battered and demolished, a testament of the false Horde's defeat years ago at the hands of the new Horde's heroes? Have these stoney corridors and flaming hot pathways not been stripped of all their threat to the denizens of Azeroth eons ago? Then why are we here? And what or who is it that we're seeking? It certainly couldn't be Rend; he was slain long ago! And the threat of the dark horde has long been obsolete. Who could it be? A faction of Blackrock warriors that escaped our wrath and perhaps plotting against us? Maybe an old commander with a personal vendetta against our clan. Even more likely, none of the above: maybe the perpetrator of this heinous crime is a current enemy of the tribe, with an unknown plan of malicious proportions being concocted within this abode; perhaps the Blackblood Clan, or an Alliance faction of past bloodshed. So many questions! Either way though, it doesn't matter. All that matters is confronting those who dare challenge the orcs of the Red Blade and delivering our enemies to a swift, fatal justice.

The Spinebreaker lead the advance with surefooted steps, moving pacefully and carving his way through the chambers and corridors with such confidence as to make one think this was his own home. Closely following his lead were the tribe's elders, among which were present such figures as <A>, <B>, <C>, and <D>, attesting to the direness of the situation. Many of the tribe's revered members followed suit, such as <E>, <F>, <G>, <H> and <I>, disgruntled at the endeavor and the foulness of this remnant terrain from a distant past, some questioning the accuracy of their spearheading guide, others baffled at this seeming, and rather surprising, semblance of leadership.

Soon, they entered a spacious chamber well lit by candles, where were visible hightened podiums on all four sides, and an arching bridge overhead. They had entered through the room's only gate, which had a set of spiked metal bars for locking its occupiers in; whatever was kept in this room, it wasn't meant to get out. In all probability, this room was a gladiator grounds of sorts, where the merciless brutality of one entity always gave way to the final folly of another's, to the great entertainment of all who may have, in a previous time, observed in excitement from the above platforms. Suddenly, as the last of the orc brigade walked into the room, a loud THUD!!! The gate had lowered instantly, sealing them in! What trickery is this?! As the tribe looked around and tightened their grips on their weapons of choice, preparing both battle cry and spell chant, a sly smirk slowly crept on the face of their guide, invisible to his companions, as he was facing the front of the room, where he stopped suddenly moments after entering this great spectating ground, as though all his movements were scripted.

Preparing for the worst, armed and ready, the orcs' battle prowess was in full effect. Suddely, they all gazed as multiple figures and shadows appeared on the platforms at the top, concealed by the lack of light. Finally, a figure larger than the rest appeared from a door behind the largest podium and walked ahead of his counterparts, yet similarly concealed, atop the bridge overlooking our mettled party, like a hawk eyeing its imminent prey.

The Spinebreaker, showing no signs of battle-readiness or preparation, suddenly kneeled to the ground and lowered his head, to everyone's shock, and uttered the following words:

“Hurr, hurr, hurr...Finally, Orgash complete task, master. Orgash take long time, and toil with many trouble, but now...Orgash finally deliver to you...finest of Horde fighters, for you prize!”

“Most impressive, Orgash. I didn't expect to ever see your face around here ever again. Some said you were slain and devoured by spiders the moment you were sent out of the mountain. To see you've survived, and now bring me back a handful of the horde's worthiest combatants! Hah! Even your prodigal brother could not have pulled this one off! Well done...Warlord! Yes, Orgash! Your gift pleases me so as to bestow all your former rank and privileges upon you! You are exile no more! In fact, for this, you shall be rewarded generously! A GREAT feast and plenty riches await you from here onward!” replied the figure rapaciously, with loud excitement “Cultists! Seize them!”

At this, many robed figures around the room's higher grounds thrust their arms forward and began casting a spell that swiftly created a magic barrier around our heroes, greatly limiting their movement and weakening their capabilities, but not their resolve. At this, Orgash now turned around, the hidden smirk on his face clearly visible to all, along with a pompous stare on his eyes, gleaming with a never-before-seen beam of satisfaction. He boldly took a few steps closer to the constricted orcs, and conceitedly spoke the following words:

“Orgash make many sacrifice for get you here. Sacrifice pride of Orgash. Sacrifice strength of Orgash. Sacrifice become leader, for become whelp of you clan! From first day, Orgash try trick you for come here, for destroy strongest warriors of Horde from within, when Orgash hear all orcs of Orgrimmar tell best fighters in all horde orcs of Red Blade clan! ...Orgash work looooong time for this, over and over obey, obey, obey and obey all commands, like little worm for trample under all you foot! And NEVER nothing good enough! Orgash must become this! Orgash must become that! Everyday Orgash do all Orgash told, but everyday Orgash take insult and beating for know one day...one day Orgash take revenge back on all you! Har har har, NOW that day, WHELPS! NOW ORGASH chieftain of Red Blade!”

He then paused a while, basking in the villainy of his forseen achievement, feeling strong along with his former brothers and sisters, his old rank attained, and all that he had toiled for now within his grasp, so close that he could feel the glory, all that he had suffered for to this moment. Shortly, he continued:

“All Orgash know strength, power, evil. All weak, mercy and good orc Orgash know die before Orgash. First, Mokgrash fall, slay by Orgash own hands. Then orc after orc fall before Orgash might! All Orgash know strength, all Orgash know prowess, all Orgash know...ORGASH!”

At this his superior, reigning atop his impregnable platform, smiled contently, a wide smile that was felt by all, though his face was masked by darkness. Orgash then calmed down, and with a blank face devoid of emotion, continued:

“...but then Orgash meet clan of Red Blade. Orgash always not do what told. Orgash many time insult and assault orcs of blade, even almost kill one. And all time, even though Orgash want break all, Orgash...Orgash not see tribe fight back. First Orgash think because all weak, but then...but then Orgash see...Orgash see tribe not want fight back not because fear Orgash but because tribe not see Orgash great mighty orc for become jealous, tribe see Orgash...as brother”

After a short pause that dumbfounded everyone present, Orgash concluded:

“Now Orgash know what mean...to have clan. To fight for...something”

At this, his superior, now suddenly enraged, switching to being profoundly infuriated just as easily as he had been irrevocably pleased only moments ago, yelled in violent anger that shook the foundation of the entire chamber:

“ORGASH! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF TH-”

But before he could complete his words, Orgash, excercising all the strength, speed, agility and might he could possibly muster, with movement that was as perfect as the coordination between cogs in a well-oiled machine, and as quick as a jolt of thunder striking the grounds of Desolace, picked up his axe, twisted around in unrelenting fury and thrust his weapon with such magnificent force and accuracy that, like shrapnel from a zepplin explosion breaking the sound barrier as it thrusts through the air, within an instant from his releasing it, found its way into the shoulder and neck of this new, mysterious elder of his former clan, and lodged itself so voraciously into its intended victim that he was knocked back violently, lifting him off his feet, only to fall with great brutality into the ground below, and embrace a death with no final words.

At this sight a chill ran down the spines of all the channellers, so much so that they lost their concentration just enough for <J>, <K>, and <L>, whose rage had thus far only been contained by their limited space, burst forth with bellowing ferocity and turned the tables against their baffled captors. Amidst the ensuing chaos, Orgash, who by now had turned to face the family he had just betrayed, with hands empty and suspended and a face full of silent despair, in the knowledge that he had now indeed lost everything, shared a glance across the room with <M>, a glance that spoke a thousand words between them, a glance that slowed time to hours, from the seconds it took the ensuing bloodshed around them to conclude...

A deafening silence now resounded, resonating across the chamber and the heads of its current inhabitants, now reduced to half the number, with the only surviving Blackrock now facing the combined might of those with whose ties he had just forsaken, ready as ever to accept the only possible fate that was left for him.

He fell to his knees, his eyes staring dejectedly at the ground.

“Finish it”

A long pause succeeded this defining statement, facing a plethora of reactions from the tribe. Some lay dormant, slow to take in the reality of all that had just occured in this brief excerpt of time, others whose blood was still boiling remained angry and apprehensive, yet did not know who to direct their anger at, and yet still others more thought only of how to repair the damage caused with melancholy, while a wisened few remained calm, understanding all that had just transpired, and perhaps, though definately taken by surprise, may have expected it long before it happened, yet contemplating what course of action must be taken next. The bristling calm, interrupted only by the clanking of sheathed and dropped weaponry, taps between orcs' hands and shoulders, and the buzz of healing spells being cast among them, was now broken by <N>, who decisively picked up a lodged axe from its upside-down handle, dislodged it off from the stone and speedily walked towards the conquered traitor, and with little hesitation lifted the axe high above his head, preparing to swing wrathfully with lethal effect.

“ENOUGH!”

At this <N> froze his movement with the axe over his head, and all but Orgash turned around to the source of the voice, which demanded unchallenged respect. From behind the crowd emerged <O>, who walked forward to the kneeling orc before the submission of all, and stood before him next to <N>, who had now lowered his weapon in silence and paced backwards to the rest of the tribe. <O> stared at Orgash patiently from underneath his bloodied wolf mask, and following a few tenuous seconds the fallen orc exclaimed:

“Why? ...You tell him stop? He not...must...stop”

A few more seconds passed before the revered voice replied:

“Enough blood was shed this night. We are not like the Blackrock, nor are we slaves to our fury any longer, orc”

“No...more reason...for live. Nothing...left. Please...slay Orgash”

“Orgash may have yet reason to live, though he may not know it”

At this the lowered orc raised his head with surprising anger, revealing tears pouring rapidly down his face in desparation, and growled loudly:

“ORGASH SAY KILL! NO MORE TO LIVE!”

Unflinching, <O> continued to stand still as a statue before the irrational despair of his subject, like a hunter observing the wild flinching of a shot caribou, appraising its futility. Shortly but surely, the caribou in question began to tremble, and tears burst forth ever more increasingly from its sullen eyes, as it exclaimed, in a final bid for imploration:

“...what Orgash do now? Nothing left for Orgash...nothing for fight for, no one for defeat, and no one for defend”

“There will always be goals in this world worth fighting for, and always those that need defending, and always those whose evil must be put to an end. As to finding them, I cannot tell you what to fight for, who to protect, and who to pursue. That, Blackrock, is your charge, and yours alone”

<O> then continued:

“Now rise. Rise from your pity and again begin a journey of finding who you are and what your place is in this world”, turning around and pointing at the tribe “Each and every one of them, of us, has had to find what is truly worthy for them to fight for: be it honour, family, the tribe, the horde as a whole, or the well-being and survival of this entire universe and all others beyond it. All have met setbacks, and all were brought to their knees by crushing defeats to their bodies, minds and souls, but that...that is the true hallmark of a great champion; we all fall, but the challenge is to rise to your feet afterwards...every time”

At this, by a proccess that was painfully slow, and subjected to the undivided attention of all present, the fallen orc rose to his feet, slowly but surely, to a defeated posture, and took his time before he exclaimed:

“If Orgash...if Orgash die this night...Orgash life was...worth living...only because have chance of be with tribe...even if only for small time”, wiping his tears and recollecting his composure with a stern face.

At the receeding bewilderment of all present, the conquered but reclaimed Blackrock orc lifted his head, and roared with renewed resolve for all to hear:

“Orgash no can come back to tribe now. Orgash learn many thing from tribe. Orgash learn strength of fist, strength of axe, strength of heart, strength of mind, and learn respect...but Orgash Blackrock orc. Orgash always be Blackrock. Orgash no can change where Orgash come from...but Orgash can change where Orgash go. In all Orgash life, Orgash never forget what tribe do for Orgash. Tribe give Orgash...reason for fight!”

With these words, the orc sprinted past the flock with a fresh vigor, and darted down the endless corridors, his footsteps echoing quieter and quieter till they were silent, never to be heard of again.
 











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OOC:

Alright, so here's how this works: Everyone chooses a letter (you can choose more than one, but limited to two) of the ones mentioned above, and exclaim that it was you. Tell me in-game and I'll edit it to put your name in there instead of the letter if you'd like. Then you reply with an IC account of your own reactions, thoughts and occurances during the event. It's also possible to reply with an IC account without choosing a letter; the letters are just for people who would choose to have been the ones involved in necessary critical moments. Also, for obvious reasons, the letter <M> is reserved for Vezara. Please limit all replies to IC responses in this manner, and don't make any OOC posts.

Thank you

http://watchallyoucan.com/movies/watch/66035/1/Kevin_Hart_I_m_A_Grown_Little_Man-2009

Alrighty!

Seeing as my account subscription ends on the 15th, I've hurriedly decided to post an event where I can give Orgash an exit IC with -some- degree of finality. It's not gonna be OMGWOOOOWW as it would have if I had carried it out as intended with all the prerequisite developments but it's just a last minute curtain call.

It's going to be on Thursday, July 15th on 17:00/18:00 - 19:00 PST (at most).

Anyway, I will not disclose anything regarding the details of the event itself, but when it does happen, I would like everyone to just 'follow' the happenings and not interject too heavily/try and alter the plot path just so we wouldn't lose time or steal light. Furthermore, I'll also be needing 3-5 orcs to play plot dummies or roll alts for them (pref hunters with FD). If anyone is interested please w/ me asap. I know it's a bit rushed.


That's all for the time being. Everyone please try to come =)

When I wanted to type orcsoftheredblade for the site's address just now, I absent-mindedly started writing 'brothersofthre-'.

Oddly enough, that's almost exactly what you guys are like to me: brothers and sisters. Since the day I joined two years ago, and especially for this last stride, OoRB has been by far the best guild I've ever been in. For years since I started playing WoW I've jumped from guild to guild, server to server looking for a proper RP venue, only to be barraged by exclusive RP communities, lack of initiative, inconsistency of roleplay, failRP and absence of plotlines.

That is, until I found DFB, and subsequently, OoRB. The guild has provided me with a wonderful oppertunity to explore a true roleplaying experience with actual character development and interactions, and storyline development across a multitude of venues, the likes of which I'd been searching for for years. More importantly, however, the degree of just...open heartedness and friendship I've found in this guild was flabbergasting. It's by far the realm on which I've most felt home, thanks to all of you, in-game and out. I can only hope that I've made even a few of you just slightly as happy as you've made me.

On that note, however, I'm saddened to say that I will be quitting WoW. A little abrupt but it's the decision I've chosen to make. The game has, and always will, in my opinion, leave no room for anything else for a person like me. I'm a university student with a lot of ambitions that I've often left unrealized saying that there's always time. But life doesn't last forever, and neither does time (literally...big crunch etc). I've always been the type of person to give one thing 100% and not the rest, so balance has always been hard. That said, it's been WoW for far too long. I honestly think that taking the initiative to accomplish a lot of the things I want to do with my life means sacrificng a lot of who I am now to become I wish to be; one of those things is WoW, sadly.

A lot of the time I used to think the flaw was the addictiveness of the game, until recently, and in many ways it is. A friend of mine once told me though "It's not the game, man. The game is AMAZING, magical even. Don't blame the game. Blame yourself". And it's true, WoW itself isn't bad, it really is beyond fantastic, and I've had plenty of fun over the past four years, but I can finally say that my time here has come. I've done everything I ever aspired to in the game: reach a state of developed, consistent and amazing RP, PvP my ass off and pwn, and reach high-end progression raiding, which I've done on both my mains (most of which on Orgash, actually). Needless to say there's more I wish I could have done, but that's literally always the case. Its gotta stop sometime.

With that, I bid you all adieu. May your adventures, both old and new, flourish, and may you find prosperity on and off the screen. Take care everyone, and thank you all for a wonderful time.



PS: If you'd still like to stay in touch off the game, my skype is 'majic_fro' and my e-mail is 'metal_red_dragon75@hotmail.com'

PPS: no worries btw I'll still troll your forumz l0l

OOC:

WAI you no say you Blackrock? Orgash now like.

tbh I oocly (and ic'ly, doh) agree with Volkan's old ways. And having to take orders from Aoghar...ouch.

Daaaayumn Tirnak gettin' her freaaaak oooon!

As I had promised, my return to WoW will mainly focus on carrying through my characters' profound and extended storylines, and contributing and getting involved with ORB and anything we might carry out falls into that scheme.

During the christmas period I had made a brief return to WoW, mainly on my hunter on SWC (and then my 10-day WotLK trial account ran out). Soon, however, I'll be back with a 30 day game card (or was it 60?). However, I've got other things such as an art portfolio, school, work, weight training and other personal and extra-curricular projects to balance and maintain before I can fit WoW back into the routine. There's also the time difference issue, which I'll deal with in due time.

Regarding the topic (sorry for deviating from it thus far), I think that a simple tool that might enhance this prospect greatly is having any RP mod, like FlagRSP2. Furthermore, when going out to look for random RP, it helps greatly if there's more than one of you, so maybe two or more members of the guild could go out, create some RP and engage in it in a manner that draws attention, so we could purposely lure and absorb some random players into it.


*PS: sorry if anyone had mentioned this before, I only bothered to read the original post

Ah, that was the name! Vlog! he left? what a shame. Along with who?

Oh, and yeh I had joined slightly before Koz was made high blade, or around that time period.

I'm doing alright Nergul, just struggling with finance right now so I might not be back on WoW anytime soon. Yourself?

Nice to see some of those high in the chain of command are still around; your presence is reassuring (I speak ofc of Claws and Koz).

As for your question, Claws, my studies went quite well. I graduated with an 80% average excelling at English, Calculus and computer programming. However, last year two universities wouldn't admit me due to lack of proof of english profeciency (even though I had an 88% in english =S), and by the time I decided to take TOEFL it was too late. Two others said my art portfolio wasn't competetive enough, one of which is by far my primary choice. Thus, this year I'm back not only mainly to work on my portfolio (5 art based subjects) to an intensive extent, but I've retaken 2 of my old courses along with the sequel to my computer programming class, in order to bump up my average into the 90s, so that when I do get into the University of Waterloo (god willing), I get in with a big scholarship.

That pretty much sums up my education status for the moment, thanks for asking.

I remember there was an old orc warrior in the guild whose name I've forgotten. Orgash looked up to him IC. He still around?