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(( As some of you might know, my time that I can play WoW has been slashed greatly making my return to the Red Blade near pointless for RP. I have however created my own guild for alts in which I can add additional colour to on going RP-PvP. ))

*A messenger sneaks ashore in the Wetlands to arrives in the Red Blade encampment and hands over a missive for Kozgugore.*

Chieftain

The Warchief is planning to send raiders of The Greywolves to strike at the Dwarves in Dun Morogh to distract and weaken them before and during the main campaign against the Dwarves.
I know the Red Blade needs  no help, but the Warchief demands it as your Tribes lives are of great value to the Horde. Attacks are planned for the Gol'bolar Quarry and the southern bunkers around the Valley of Kings.
Should you need further raids send a missive back with the messenger.

Nazkhur Iceblood
Nazzkhur Wildheart

Quatremaster Krugax Blightfury

There is a prob the fact that Nazkhur's orcish awsomeness body is nothing but ashes and the skull Morgeth has.

Anyway them flappies are only useful when dead. Oh and for Morgeth knowin....

*The empty sockets of Nazkhur's skull start to glow with the chilling blue light they had in life.*
"Morgeth! My rest can't come yet! I've returned in the empty body of a fallen tree huggin' flappie. There is somethin' I must do...maybe some day I can find the rest worthy of a warrior."

edit: There is plotting going on to return to the green, so don't think it is over yet...has my strange story writing ever let me down?...yes...but....I was hungover.

http://defiaseu.wikia.com/wiki/Nazkhur_Iceblood

Nazkhur has found her way to the realm wiki and is still unable to find herself any rest.

The skull of Nazkhur rested neatly in Morgeth's palm. As she finished painting her blood on the skull, the ever familiar frosty glowing blue eyes of Nazkhur appeared in the empty sockets.

The words "Death is never my end." followed inside Morgeth's head. "Beware! Azeroth will die!"

With the warning still ringing in her ears, the eyes vanished from sight once again.

[BLOOD HONOUR AND POUNDING! FOR THE BLOOD OF THE TRIBE!!]

Days passed and the news of the attack was whispered through the Horde. Finally it reached the ears of one of the most honoured hunters in the land, Kozgugore. Besides the urge to hunt, the idea that one of his own had become so wild made the rage follow through his veins.

The Alliance had also grown tired of this threat and had sent a lesser known Dwarf hunter to match this...creature.

By the time Kozgugore reached the falls already this Dwarf had found his prey and was trying his hardest not to become its.

Kozgugore watched from a distance as the creature moved with all the grace and speed of a wild cat as she fought the Dwarf. The Dwarf was clearly out matched in close combat, but the creature made a foolish mistake. Pouncing at the Dwarf she sent him flying backwards towards where Kozgugore was watching.

As the Dwarf stumbled and bounced across the ground, the creature let out a chilling roar from her place at the falls. It was now that Kozgugore had had enough. Taking out an arrow he loaded his bow and took his aim.

However at the sametime the slightly stunned Dwarf scrambled to his feet and took aim with his rifle. As insane as this creature was Kozgugore knew that the kill belonged to him. Catching sight of the Dwarf out of the corner of his eye, the Orc chieftain turned his bow at the Dwarf and fired.

The arrow went straight into the dwarf's neck, but as he dropped to the ground his rifle fired. Kozgugore quickly turned his head as he heard the creature yelp in pain before falling to the ground.

As fast as he could the Orc hurried over to the creature and it was now that he could see clearly who the foe was, "Nazkhur.."

The orcish Death Knight breathed heavy and looked up at her chieftain "I....I...have failed....the...tribe." she mumbled. Nazkhur's hand grasped at Kozgugores tabard, "Burn my body....see...that my skull....survives....and I will see all that....lies ahead."

With those words the undead Orc returned to the other fallen warriors of the Horde.

Her body was dragged back to Conquest Hold and that night the remains were burned and as the flames died the Chiefain of the Red Blade reached into the ashes the took up the skull of Nazkhur. As his finger rubbed over the boned the whispered words spoke into his mind, "The world around you is dying. The elements will soon rage."

(( Yes, Naz will live on as an RP item that gives cryptic clues to the future, enjoy. I might be back for the next part of WoW but if I do it will be as the Worgen but i'm planning to be a spy for the Horde so we shall see.

Was great fun RPing with all of you and maybe see you again in the future.

BLOOD HONOUR AND POUNDING! FOR THE BLOOD OF THE TRIBE!! ))

((GGGGGRRRRRRRR!!!!! The worgen look so tempting but their are three major problems. 1.) lack of money 2.) lack of time 3.) they joined the alliance.

Anyway for the next part i'm looking for a volunteer orc Kozgugore or Morgeth. Nothing to worry about just need to be found. ))

((As much of a shame as it is and how much of a crime it might be I havent the time to return in-game. However I am hopin to tie up a few lose ends before I go. So stay tuned!))

Months passed and both word of Nazkhur and Nazkhan faded from memory...

However deep within the Grizzly Hills word is spreading among the Alliance soldiers of a wild creature that hunts for flesh around the Blackriver falls. Wisely they have choosen to stay away for the most part, unlike a young a arrogant Blood Elf that thought the river would make a nice place to rest.


Fensei sat down on the bank of the river as the sunlight shimmered on its surface. It had been a long days hunting and tracking but overall sucessful. She had just finished returning her kills to the near by Horde outpost and was now determined to enjoy the sun.

As Fensei sat their she removed both her heavy leather hunting boots and gloves before dangling her toes in the cool water with a small sigh. Everything seemed so peaceful, after so much bloodshed, but from the bushes something was watching.

Two yellow eyes peered across the river towards where the unsuspecting Blood Elf relaxed. Surpressing the want to snarl and roar the creature watched it's prey as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

Sure that the advantage was in her favour, the creature burst out from the bushes into the sun. Bounding across the space on all fours and pouncing at Fensei, the Blood Elf had little time to do anything other than scream before the creature dragged its claws across her chest.

Fensei tumbled from the creatures grasped, her silk shirt torn away, leaving five fresh claw marks on her pale skin. Quickly recovering from the shock, Fensei looked over her attacker; she was Orcish in form with dark leather armour that hugged her figure. From her hands had grown sharp nails that had been cut into deadly weapons, but most shocking of all was the mud covered tabard she wore round her chest, bearing the colours of the Red Blade. The Orcs face was covered with a strange looking wolf mask, that looked far older than she does.

Sure she was outmatched, Fensei tried to run but as she turned the Orc pounced at her again and this time made she that she wouldnt live. The Orcs claws sliced cleanly through the Blood Elves neck and she dropped to the ground with a dull thud.

As the creature approached her kill something caught her attention in the distance. The scent was Orcish, maybe even familiar, but this was not the time to meet old friends. Leaving her kill she quickly ran for the cover of the trees once again.

The Bleeding Hollow Clan controlled Khaz modan for the Horde during almost all the Second War. Even if they didn't breach Ironforge the rest was in Orcish hands.

By the way Claws, really the point of this topic is somewhere for me to vent my RP splean. 

*scribes through last idea*

The lure of greeniness has come back and the idea of a time travelling Tauren, as interesting as it is, is a little complex and I'm going back to the Orcs.

Now I move onto a new idea of an Orc scout, trained with guns and mountain climbing as well as having a great deal of infomation about Khaz Modan.

This will allow me to use my knowledge of Dun Morogh and Loch Modan that I built up over my time as Jancole for the good of the Horde in RP and PvP.

This does present a problem. How to get a tauren accepted by Orcs before Thrall meets them in the Barrens many years laters.

I've given it some thought and maybe the Shamans Ghost Wolf is the answer as the tauren can pass themself off as a spirit to the Orcs. The fact that she will understand Orcish will be a help as well.

I do however have another problem. Coming up with a Clan name for this minor Clan. Any suggestions would be interesting. As for Clan grounds on Draenor, I'm looking southern Terokkar Forest (the bit that is no longer there) and so i'm looking at having ties to the Bleeding Hollow Clan.

Time on the Alliance has made me believe is wise to see how the RP community would to something as out of the normal as this, as to avoid comments of meta-gaming and lore breaking. After all lets face it, Tauren dont blend into the background around Orcs. If it was a field of cows they might do better.

As some of you may know if you have spent time around me over my warcraft life, I have a habit of coming up with some weird, wonderful and down right strange RP ideas, from character backgrounds to events and storylines.

This has led me to character loads of characters over my time and play around with ideas in game. This however must stop! For a number of reasons I can't keep playing serveral different characters each with the own complex style and story.

So I am going to start a fresh with one (and this time I mean it) character. Of course no doubt I will come up with equally strange ideas but this is where this topic comes into its own. Firstly I am looking to you as some of the best RPers WoW has to offer to help review, comment, moan and suggest things when I build up a background for this one character. Secondly I will be using this topic to post other crazy ideas that might inspire other people to make a character.

Right then, that enough rambling.
At the moment the idea I'm cooking up is for a Tauren (Shaman, warrior or hunter) to be transported back in time to the First War as a baby and to grow up in the Eastern Kingdoms and Draenor with a minor Orcish Clan and be of a good enough age to play with in WoW. This will create a tauren with Orcish beliefs and ideas as well as maybe a clan. As we all know, time travel is possible and time rifts do happen in other places than the cavern of time.

Whats we think?

During a session of wandering mind I got round to thinking on the lack of IC command the Tribe had during Koz's times away. This got me thinking maybe there needs to be more ways to divide up the mass of Nag'Ogar and give them more of a command role than more veteran warriors.

As we know, Nag'Ogar are there to help in the IC training of New Bloods and Oathbounds. This also got me thinking of command during PvP events. From events I have been in the past the command has been basically group around Kozgugore.

This got me thinking maybe it was think to move some of the Nag'Ogar upto a new rank of some sort. The job of this rank is to take command of a small unit within PvP fighting. Normal raid group style, one leader and four others of lower rank. However because we all have lives out side of WoW (I hope at least) sometimes we can't make events. This led me to think that maybe the Orcs in these ranks should hand pick or have Kozgugore pick eight Orcs to put under their command. If the Orc has less than four Orcs at an event they can then also have fill ins from someone who has more than four.

Maybe give Greggar or Claws a group of rogues to stealth, have Morgeth commanding casters or other ranged fighters. Gruulg leader warriors in the thick of things. This way only the command Orcs need to look towards Koz for orders as the other Orcs look towards their commander.

For example:

Kozgugore - Tribe Chieftain
The Big Three - seconds of Kozgugore
Unit Commander - Hand picked by Kozgugore
Nag'Ogar - Seconds to the unit commanders
Oathbounds - veteran warriors
New Bloods - the name says it all

Well I've finished rambling, let the rants begin.

As Morgeth took off on her Red Drake and disappeared into the cloud above Warsong Hold. With her sister gone Nazkhur was once again left alone with Sha'mok who's voice crawled into her mind again.

"So ye think ye can think me with your schemin' do ye?" he grumbled. "Ye can not stop what will happen!" The Death Knight snarled knowing full well she was helpless. "Me daughter will not be used by you!" she snapped back. "Ye don't even know if she is of the Deadeye blood or not 'n' yet ye plot to make her Warchief!"

Before her rage got the better of her, Nazkhur thought clearly for a moment. "Me'll make a deal with you. You find the spirit of Nazkhan's father 'n' bring him to me. Me want to see what he has to say. If he agrees me won't stop ye." Sha'mok thought and felt sure enough to agree. "Fine! I'll find him 'n' then we shall begin the slaughter."

Hours past and Sha'mok had grown very silent. Feeling glad to be free of him, Nazkhur started to relax but as soon as she did, his voice grumbled into her mind again. "Here is Nazkhan's father." The Orc eyed the spirit as it appeared before her eyes. It was of an Orc in finely crafted armour and carrying a pair of hammers. At first, Nazkhur wasn't sure if it was him, then the memory of that night during the First War flooded back into her mind.

"Yes, I remember ye." she said finally and was met by a nod from the Spirit. "Will ye tell me yer name now or still claim to be a son of Kilrogg?" the question brought a look of shame from the spirit. "I am sorry for misleading you. I am no son of Deadeye." he told her in a deep tone. "My name is Gomsha Ashforge, a master blacksmith and warrior of the Bleeding Hollow Clan."

In her heart Nazkhur wanted to yell at him for lying to her, but she held back her rage, "Why did ye lie to me?" she asked. Gomsha said nothing for the moment and stared coldly at her, "You never noticed me and become the mate of that Shadowmoon dog. When you needed someone I took my chance and become someone you wanted. A famous warrior with good blood."

With that Gomsha faded from sight. She wanted him to wait but knew it was pointless. Turning her thoughts to Sha'mok she now knew something that might change his plans. "So ye want tha New Warchief to be the daughter of a Blacksmith 'n' a humble Warrior who is the daughter of a peon?" Sha'mok said nothing, but still gave an answer. Nazkhur felt a rush of pain flow through her body and she dropped to her knees in pain with a snarl. The pain however was nothing now that she knew she had angered the spirit that sort to use her.