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And where would this 82 bedroom hotel be located? And what prices are we speaking about?

((This is a reply to the letter))

The orc accepted the letter, peered at the pup and handed him a few copper pieces as he shoved him off. He opened the letter, read the lines and smirked.

Never thought this old hide be going o' an adventure once again..

He picked up a piece of parchment, and started writing

Lok'Tar, it be good to hear from ye' again! I be already on me way, seeing as ye' have a bit of a pest-problem. An' we both know you could never handle it on ye' own!

I be sending you this little fur-ball, as i've never been patient enough for such things. Little bugger be all alone in this big world!

I be behind ye' before ye' know it, Brother!

Vilerend

The orc hastily packed what belongings he might have, and sat up on his worg

The shit ye' do for ye' blood

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[((Just a little something i wrote on the go, but it still gives an idea of where Groshnakk is headed. Do enjoy!))]

"Mistress i-"

The corpse was not given the courtesy of ending his sentence, before he was smacked on the mouth, so his jaw shattered into many pieces.
With fear painted in his eyes, he dropped to his knees, desperately trying to put his jaw back together. A dumb move, as he soon found himself with an armored knee between his eyes, sending him flying backwards.

"The book, that is all i want. Your voice, your very presence annoys me."

The corpse quickly pulled out his notebook, filled with information of the, selfproclaimed, new Red Blades, while looking up at the Orc in awe.

"Great. Now, i have no more use for you. Such a weak creature has no place amongst my warriors."

The Oathbreaker walked casually up next to the corpse, looking into his face in a mocking matter, before planting a bootheel into the face of the corpse, oblitirating it.

"Now, what have we learned of them?"

"Groshnakk Wyrmbreaker" did the first page read. She snarled, and ran a finger over the word "Wyrmbreaker" and its letters changed to form a new word, a new name; "Bladebreaker"
The orc grinned, at her own creativity. She continued browsing the pages, snickering at the new mentions of the various orcs. None of this is true.
She is a liar, but they fear her so much that they will not talk back to her. Should she really be able to kill the greatest that Tribe have ever met?
He is nothing but a learned mind in a weak, emotiondriven brain. But he would soon not use that anymore, so she did not look anymore into that.
The commander. Yes, strong, but only with the pack. Take him away, and he will fall soon enough.
The old fool, walking in the shadows and would not be a problem. A wounded dog with it's tail between his legs.
The farmboy, apparently a great warrior now. Groshnakk laughed violently at this, he would be nothing but a bug under her boot.

"This is all good. But nothing will stop me. No commander, no sister, no chief, no nothing!"

She turned around, peering over the courtyard that was bathed in moonlight, grinning. She peered down at the corpse, smirking. She lifted him up, and looked upon her warriors. They looked back up at her with anticipation in their eyes.

Tonight, is a new night! The Red Ones will no longer stand above all others! They shall be living no more!

Here, she was met by a roar of unholy bloodlust, a banging of swords bashed against shields and the deep thumbs of spears being banged into the ground over and over again.

"But i will not meet them in full force. Yet"

((Just a little something i wrote on the go, but it still gives an idea of where Groshnakk is headed. Do enjoy!))

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This poll is to roughly estimate where we could hold a guild-meetup. In X days, a new poll will be made, with towns / parts of top-voted country, and so on until the most suitable place has been found.

He snuck forward like a rat in awe of its superior. His eyes were empty, uncovering his life that had but one purpose;  Serving her.
He looked up at the being, and murmured out a few words in poorly hidden fear, words that he had already regretted before spoken.

”M- My Darkness, I.. W-.. W-... I, have dreadful news.. W-.. I, have not uncove.. Found the missing piece.. Nor have i found t.. The ill-believers.. I’ve sea-”

Before he could end his words of disloyalty his eyes widdened and he raised both hands to his throat, fighting for air. The figure had raised its left hand, clenched into a fist, as if it was strangling him through both mind and body. It spoke with a low and harsh voice. One that had not been used in many moons.

”Again, you fail me. Do you not wish to see me in full power? Do you not want to serve the one that will lead the Red Ones to glory, through pure power?”

He nodded the best he could, though his eyes started rolling back into his head, face turning blue.

”Then why do you fail? Are they not leaving clues? The piece should emit enough power for anyone with a bit of brain to find. It is all that is left!”

The figure rose from its seat, clenching the fist even tighter, its eyes glowing pale blue. He felt his last breath escape his lips as the figure grinned, only to end in a long cough. It took a seat, and whispered.

”If you want something done, you have to do it yourself.. First, i need more strength.. More.. Volunteers is in order. More.. Power. Yes.. I remember her.. I must find her, teach her of the ways. And then, they will not be able to question my words. Or they will finally experience the true meaning of fear, pain and suffering"

I will never stop lurking about. Never!

Sounds awesome. A great idea would be just pronouncing it in the OOC channel, before a run, so even the new people have a shot at going

Koz, don't be fooled, she's one tough bastard. She's the only one in our unit of 13 to take combat swimming class gold. I only made it to bronze.

And Therak, this have been some of the best week i've ever had, and yes, we are still in basic training. In 6 weeks time, we are going to serve onboard an operative ship in the atlantics, probably around Greenland for about 6-7 weeks. My plan is to continue, should i be accepted, as either a Sergent or an automatic technician, with a weapons special.

After a good five weeks, i decided that i owe those of you who care a few pictures of my time in the Royal Danish Navy. Feel free to ask any questions in the topic, should you be interested. I'll try and answer them as fast as possible, but we got almost no connection, so i will respond in the weekends.
Best regards, Grosh.

http://imageshack.us/a/img259/2765/60319447289267045518268.jpg - Full camouflage, me in the lower right corner

http://imageshack.us/a/img17/9423/64430910151055275312409.jpg - Part of the parade uniform, with our weapons, i'm the second one from the left

http://imageshack.us/a/img854/78/53424810151055285862409.jpg - Standing in formation without our weapons, i'm the one in the front, far right

At this moment of time, i am 2½ hours away from leaving my flat. So with that, i will be gone for about four months!
I'll be gone for about 4 months!
Keep safe until we meet again.

I love this idea. But thrown out because of heavy drinking? You do know you invite danes (and Moz). Saying that, i assume sleepover is a part of the whole deal?

The troll opened his eyes, slowly. Every part of his body hurt, a pain he had never felt before. His eyes peered through the damp and dark cave. At first, his eyes met nothing but darkness, and as he tried to move, he found himself bound by pain itself.

As he rustled through the underlying dirt, a vague flash of green light presented itself upon the walls of the cave, and as he turned his head, his eyes met those of an darkarmor-clad orc.

He let out a shriek in fear, but her hands were already wrapped tight around his throat, a grasp so tight, it felt like she was pulling out his very soul. As he clasped for air, fear painted upon his once proud face, the armor-clad orc let out a cough, and spoke with a harsh and ghostly voice.

I've seen those colors before.. Where is he?!

The last words were nearly spat out, and the troll, stunned by fear, was unable to let a single word slip his lips. All he could do was whimper, and the orc tried once more.

I asked you something, Troll! Where  is your Chieftan?!

The troll could nothing but faint. He had seen death, and he knew this was it. The orc, in a furious howl, drew her gauntlet through the Trolls skull, and into the wall behind him.

Weak and cowardly, like the rest of his kind. All shall pay, and all will die.

The orc grabbed the Trolls tabard, cleaned her gaunlet in it, and turned around, walking outside the cave. She looked up into the nightsky, sighed once, and pulled herself upon her horse. She patted its side, whispering a few words, and was gone.

- But alas, i will have to leave you without closing Groshnakk properly like i planned. Work, exams and prep. for the navy has taken all my time, and frankly, i've grown tired of World of Warcraft!
So keep up the good work, until we (perhaps) meet again!
-Groshnakk