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This is a pic done by Varekk (Akhirah) representing the rivalry between the Red Blade and Blackbloods. I was asked to place the pic up since I am the only person who has a char as a Blackblood and another as a Red Blade!

Enjoy!

Yes Mazzy! Where are you hiding these days? I have been on on occasions to see you log into SC2. That game any good?

You better damned well get it back woman!

My rp will go down the drain!

You hear me?!

If you don't get it back! I will... Will... Do... Something... Ehrm... Eh, RASH! Yes! Rash!

No Marren moo for Hellie to talk to.
And no Mazguul for the orcies!
The world will diiiiiieeeee

BTW I checked on the the WoW forum, technical issues, and blizz does have a site for what to do in the case of a hacked account, have you checked this?
Apparently if they are "processing" your request, then they -may- be sorting it out, but it will take them time to do so.

I am not sure, but do check it out if you haven't.

NO SURRENDER! You get it back!

Hopefully this works!

If it doesn't I may as well just show you the site all this stuff turns up on. Likely you already know about it and I am a late comer to the party, but here goes!

http://verydemotivational.com/

Have a look through them. Tried getting the pic up of the one I like but you will know it when you see it!

I have decided to go and poke around Blizzard myself about this. And have asked them why they aren't hurrying up, and why they are asking for personal info (there is even a damned tip saying not to give out personal info).

Just posted on the technical issues forum and am awaiting some sort of response.

Do make sure, (this may be blatantly obvious) to only send emails and phone up the right "Blizzard" as far as I know their are loads of copy cats out there who will try and steal info for scams etc.

Its a shame there is so much scum out there trying to hack peoples stuff.

Hope it gets itself sorted out. If it doesn't I don't think I want to trust a crappy gaming company that can't even protect its own customers myself. So I will be throwing in the towel too. Been fairly bored on WoW atm anyway so...

((We may end up doing Monday, Maz can't do Tuesdays or Wednesdays, we could do it after then as well.))

((Well the problem with mailing to a people who are very nomadic means this post could have ended up with anybody. They would address it to the chief for obvious reasons. However if Varg wishes, he could find it and go nuts for another day or so?))

*A package arrives, wrapped in kodo skin decorated in old Tauren glyphs and scriptures, inside is a note, and under the note is a bloodied, filthy tabard, ripped and covered in dried up crusted mud. Some of the words are smudged, but all is fairly readable. For a Grimtotem the Orcish spelling is near perfect, though the writing his large, mostly untrained.*

The note bears the symbol of the Grimtotem... It reads.

To the Chieftain of the Red Blades. Some of the filth of whom you lead has fouled the land of the Grimtotem with their presence for the last time. Two of your orcs, a male called 'Osan' and a female who has yet to tell us her name when we are finished with her are now Grimtotem slaves.

The Grimtotem of Feralas despise all invaders, especially Orcs and allies to the Blacktotem scum and Horde dogs. If you want your peons back, you will send us Five thousand gold pieces for each. If we see any Horde come near our villages, the prisoners will die, slowly. Be sure of this Orc Chief, and hope we leave them in one piece so you may retrieve them unharmed. If you ever come for them at all that is.

You have a week to act, before these two Orcs become Grimtotem toys forever.

*the letter finishes of with a rip and another symbol that can only be said as being Grimtotem. A dried drop of blood lingers on the corner of the note, though its owner is unknown.*

Nice read Mazzy! Gotta like the Drama:D

I may be back later on during the 20th, so long as my mate decides not to hang around for too long when we are back from somerset.

If so I will be all too glad to tag a long.

[The Greens Part 2.]

The Greens Part 2.

Blacktotems and Blackhands.

Osan sat waiting quietly, thinking of all that had been said in Ratchet some nights before. He pondered awhile about what he should do. He was angry and felt betrayed for more than one reason.
He opened the crate he had prepared before returning to Booty Bay. Carefully he looked at the things it contained, his own box of personal items he always kept nearby, not trusting anyone with them.
He pulled at a small bone necklace, put together carefully by delicate hands. An item, the only item that remained from his mother. He wondered if he would ever find her. The next item was a piece of a blade. Made by his father, it was all the Orc could recover him, the rest having rotted away slowly in the heat of the Barrens after a skirmish with Centaur when Thrall brought them to Kalimdor.
He was young then, and still young now, though age was something he never really took note upon.
He continued through the rest of his personal garbage; A empty cartridge from Hellvern, a crown of flowers from his daughter Cusi, a feather from his first chicken and a book about some tale translated into Orcish that he had never read. His first ever Red Blade tabard was placed neatly at the bottom wrapping an old dagger; an old family heirloom.
He placed the objects back, this was the last of his belongings he had brought to this place. His other larger items where now locked away in the House Hellvern called home here.

As Osan made his way towards the entrance of Hellverns small home. As he approached he took a moment to glance out across the harbor as a ship from Ratchet docked cautiously under the growing light from sunrise in the distance.
He knocked on the door once. A voice from inside called him and he entered.
Hellvern sat on a large chair tilted against the wall chuffing on a large cigar. He sat in an old white vest with his old mail leggings wrapped about his legs which he had won in battle during his adventures to Outland.
The Tauren smiled and glanced through the window beside the door. "nice view isn't it?"
Osan nodded slowly. Hellvern let out a large plume of smoke that choked the Orcs lungs. Osan coughed causing the Taurens smile to grow into a grin. "Can't stand good old cigars ay?"
"Me no like Cigars. Dey say dey bad for you Hellie."
Hellvern nodded. "Indeed, only old fools like me smoke, most of us end up six feet under before we know it. I am amazed though, I thought i would die of something else so i took it up."
"You dying Hellie?" Osan suddenly looked shocked.
Hellvern laughed and shook his head. "No lad I joke, though I would not complain if I was."
"Why?"
"I will tell you why another day, perhaps before i die. You are too young to understand the reasons why."
In the dim light of morning that shone through the window of the Tauren's small room that made up his home Osan could just make out the details. On the wall sat Hellverns old armor.
His infamous set had been created for those who had felt at home on the battlefield. Its dark metal made from foreign demonic substances almost glowed green from time to time.
The armor was immense, to large for Osan or indeed most Tauren to wear. Only experienced fighters could have worn it, and since the invasion of Northrend and the growing war against the Scourge and other powerful foes it had slowly grown old.
As was the way with all military related items it had seen its time and slowly become more and more outdated with each passing day until finally it was useless.
Generals, soldiers and others associated with the business had acquired ways to produce more effective gear for the newer generations of warriors that would come under their command.
However, Hellvern had kept this armor, it was probably unique by now. Others like it were perhaps destroyed, thrown away, or kept hidden by many veterans for the days to come when they would show it to those who would construct the future they paved the way for.
Below the set of armor that hung from the wall was a dressing table. Hellvern picked up a mug of tea from the dresser and took a drink before popping the cigar back in his mouth.
On the dresser lay a number of paintings of landscapes and individuals, others were Tauren heirlooms of various design made from wood, kodo leather and bone.
Osans gaze went across to Hellvern's bed, something stirred which almost made the orc jump backwards.
Hellvern slowly got up and crossed the room to a small set of draws and shelves holding all manner of foodstuffs.
"Ignore her, she won't leave."
Osan couldn't make out the figure in the bed. "Who is she?" He asked.
"Another whore?" came a voice from behind Osan. The orc swung around to discover Hessen looking in.
Hellvern gave out a small chuckle. "No, not touched a Night Lady in some time son. Besides, she is in no way a lady of the night." The Black Bull turned round to face the two in the door way.
"Anyway Hessen have you bothered to fetch the things I asked of you?"
The Death Knight nodded and threw a sack onto the bed causing the user to shudder.
Hellvern shook his head and picked up the sack. "Don't do that." He motioned for Osan to sit and the Orc obliged taking up Hellvern's previous spot.
"Though the Goblin nearly had a heart attack when my ghoul came in asking if he had any of it left. He thought the Scourge had invaded Booty Bay and he would become another mindless Zombie. Like Goblins haven't become mindless already over gold." said the Death Knight in irritated tones.
Hessen stayed in the door way not bothering to come inside.
"Doesn't look like enough room here for even two."
"Four my boy." Hellvern corrected pointing to the bed.
"Who did you let in this time?" asked the Death Knight.
"Amazingly its the daughter of a Lady of the Night."
"Amazingly? Let me guess you got bored with her mother and wanted something a little younger?"
Hellvern shook his head. "No, I had just finished with her mother and was proceeding outside when I came across her. She looked half starved and ill. Was up all night fixing cuts and bruises."
"Cuts an bruises? How she get dat?"
Hellvern looked over at Osan. "Dodgy bruisers? I guess its a crap time being any child of a mother who takes up the career like hers."
Hellvern opened the sack. Taking out a few slabs of bacon, eggs and tomatoes he started a small fire and was quickly cooking them gently.
"Had breakfast Osan?"
Osan shook his head. "No, me not had food in ages, me not found good stuff to eat. Me like look of dat meat dou!"
Hellvern nodded.
"And you Hessen?"
"Father i lost the will to eat anything when the Lich king did his work."
"I see. Shame."
He glanced at the figure in the bed.
"And what about you?"
A face slowly popped out from under the sheets and peered at the three.
"Please." Came a weak, tired voice.
Hellvern smiled. "We have enough for all."
Motioning with his hand towards the bed Hellvern announced. "Hessen, Osan, this is Halshi."
Osan smiled and waved, unsure of what to do exactly. Hessen just gave out a nod.
"Halshi, the Tauren is my son, he is Hessen. The orc is Osan Bla... I mean Osan Strongtusk. He was renamed by the Chieftain Kozgugore you know? The leader of the Red Blades clan."
The mention of this caused Osan to see the hidden Halshi a bit more. An orc or what appeared to be in her teens eyed him up and down. She wore, from what Osan could see, clothing made from wool. Sullen and dirty, obviously Hellvern had not gotten round to giving her better.
The she orc peered at him for a long moment before looking at Hellvern.
"He doesn't look all fierce and destructive."
Hellvern burst out laughing, and Osan chuckled for a minute before wondering if his appearance was actually less scary than he had thought.
"Don't underestimate him dear, I am sure he has cracked some heads in his short life."

The group sat outside eating Breakfast in silence.
Osan faced the she orc Halshi whilst Hellvern faced Hessen over a small table outside the Tauren's 1 room house overlooking the docks.
Inisde the sounds of snoring as a large wolf slept upon the bed echoed from the dark caverns of the room. A small pup lay besides the wolf imitating its mothers current activity.
Hellvern had recently brought many of his animals from Silvermoon during the move. And now they were all here the place seemed like a miniature Zoo more than it did a house.
A cat slept outside the door curled up, rarely taking note of its surroundings. A bowl hanging over the edge of the balcony held a large frog that stayed motionless enjoying the rising sun, whilst keep an eye on the snake lying on the railing, its tongue flickering in and out with ease.
some yards from the table sat two open topped containers, one housed a number of chickens belonging to both Osan and Hellvern. The other held a small pig that was only just coming awake to eat its own breakfast.
"You have many animals Hellie." Osan stated peering at the various creatures about the place.
Hellvern nodded. "Oh aye. Plenty, in fact my gruntling just went of to find the bat with Muppet and Murmand. They should be back shortly, and then they can search for the cockroach and Wolpertinger living under the floorboards."
Osan grinned as he wolfed down another chunk of bacon and egg.
A few creaks of wood announced the arrival of the Gruntling. The small Orc carrying a bat in his hands. A large Raptor and Demon Dog walked behind him which quickly set about acquiring food of their own.
Hellvern gave the gruntling a nod and pointed to a plate of food waiting inside to be eaten.
"Well whilst we are at it let us get down to business."
Osan looked at the Tauren and gave a nod. "Me ready when me eaten food."
Hellvern grinned. "Well look, I have everything we need here, and more down at the bank kept safe by some... Loyal Goblins."
The Tauren put his knife and fork down with a clank.
"If we are going to do this training properly we need to be fully prepared. Otherwise we might as well kill ourselves now."
Osan gave a nod.
"Me sure it not gunna be harder den what we already been through... Which remind me, you not keep on with story after me got you that next round!"
"I didn't?" asked the Tauren fairly surprised.
"Yeah! You got drunk and started singing songs about furry things and... Holes? Me dunno."
Hellvern gulped. "Oh ignore those songs, they are not for... Orcs."
Hellvern got up whilst Halshi and Osan finished of their food.
"Time to get ready then!"

((Post other bit in a mo, have event, sorry if it seems to be drawing away from recalling the past but i be getting to that... again! ))

Sorry can't come, this Saturday I will be away doing Paintball.

Yet another event inappropriately placed for me, I seem to be of a different time and mind set here. -_-

Have fun guys!

Gothic ruins Gregstar, Gothic, indeed it sticks out like a sore thumb.

In fact admittedly it does look really cool. I just love mass destruction wherever I can find it.

I also like the look of the two new races. (I hope they increase character cap on a server)

There is one issue though.

How pissed of must the Lich King be? He must be kikcing himself after all this time making this immense undead army to invade the world and now some random Dragon is going to burn his plans to dust.

Unless....

Unless the Lich King is not meant to die by the time this comes out and acts as an invading force to counter this Deathwing chappy.

Oh Vargosh, do not underestimate the evulness that is I and the things I can do!

Muwhahahahahaha!

Muwhahahahaha!

Muwhahaha *cough* Gunna go fetch a cuppa.

BTW whilst reading this to catch up on the stuff for 'The Greens' story why has 'o.f.f.s.p.r.i.n.g' been censored to say some real stupid word?

Who the hell censored that word?