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It did not feel right leaving Rhonya or Kogra of the Red Blades behind in the conditions they were in, physical for the latter, nor mentally for the former but I had to see what had happened in the south… to see where that sword from the heavens had landed and struck. My Cloud Serpent Ruby and I left the Crossroads, following the light of the strange red star that hung in the sky, using it as our guiding compass. It had appeared in the daylight sky the morning after that… that figure had disappeared and the dust had settled.

We flew through the night over the Barrens, both Northern and Southern. The Southern looked like it had fared little better than the Northern half. A tower here and there in need of repair, some of the trees had been knocked over… but all in all it looked the same as ever it had.
We continued on, our path taking us over the plains of Mulgore for a time. Surprisingly, this land looked as peaceful as ever. Perhaps the high mountains surrounding the plains had safeguarded it from the worst of what had transpired? A glance over towards Thunder Bluff showed to the Pandaren’s eye that it looked to be intact as well. Testimony to the Tauren’s architectural capabilities.

By the time we ventured out of the air of Mulgore, the dawning sun was starting to rise, and yet the red star persisted in shining in the sky. Ruby grumbled at me as we reached the thick canopies of Feralas, and I was about to agree to let her set down so she could have some rest when something struck me as very odd on the horizon. I looked over towards it once more when I realised what was wrong with what I was seeing.

There was a mountain where there should not have been. I blinked my eye a few times to make sure that it was not simply lack of sleep playing tricks on me, but there it was. A tremendous mountain in the distance… except it was not a mountain. Not one in the natural sense at the least. “It… it cannot be…” I whispered, unable to raise my voice any higher as a dread I had not felt in a long time, if ever to this degree, began to fill me. Ruby growled at me again before she took us beneath the canopy, blocking the not-mountain from my sight.

With the not-mountain gone from view, I found my breathing evening out once more. I had not even realised what was going on with my body until that moment… Sweat had formed on my brow, and it was not from the heat of the Feralas jungle. “My thanks old friend.” I said, the golden Cloud Serpent just harrumphing at me in turn before she dropped me off of her back, and took off into the jungles depths. I blinked before chuckling. “Fine, fine. I’ll walk from here on if it'll make you happy.” I yelled after her, a roar my only reply from her, followed by the squeal of one of the local wildlife. “Well at least she’s got herself something to eat.” I mused as I began to walk.

I decided to continue going straight south, or as close to that as I could given the terrain. I realised that my destination was the desert lands of Silithus, guessing purely on the fact that all the trees in this region appeared to still be standing. There were two routes I could take. Either through the Thousand Needles, and then Tanaris, and thus into Un’goro Crater which would be the long way around… or I could try to cut over the mountains that divided Feralas from Silithus.

I chose to take the shorter route. There had to be a way through the mountains… I doubted that Ruby was keen to let me travel through the sky if it meant that I was going to have another panic attack from the sight of that terror in the distance, so I had to find a way on foot.

So, Warcraft Chronicles is coming out soon, and a preview for it has appeared as a download which I'll include the link in here for. The first thing that drew my attention that should be quite interesting for our shamans is apparently how the shaman magic works which is summarised early on in the preview.

The Elements
The elements of fire, air, earth, and water serve as the basic building blocks of all matter in the physical universe. Shamanic cultures have long sought to live in harmony with, or assert dominion over, the elements.
To do so, they call upon the primordial forces of Spirit and Decay.
Those who seek to bring balance to the elements rely on Spirit (sometimes referred to as the “fifth element” by shaman, or “chi” by monks). This life-giving force interconnects and binds all things in existence as one.
Decay is the tool of shaman seeking to subjugate and weaponize the elements themselves.

files.darkhorse.com/_iaderCSHy2SXUR  here's the link, you'll need to copy and paste it to get it to work. I'm looking forward to seeing what the rest of the contents are when it comes out in March. Thoughts?

Hi there everyone! That's me in Anaheim in plenty of time for Blizzcon this weekend :3 And one of the things about Blizzcon is that we get to ask questions at the WoW panel.

I'll be giving ORB and NG a shoutout at my question moment, but I wanted to know what you guys think I should ask? Beyond the obvious "when do we get brown orcs playable?" question, I was considering asking about if we would see the rest of the Black Harvest warlock group in Legion.

What do you guys want asked at this whilst I'm here and have the opportunity, assuming someone in front of me in the queue doesn't ask the question before me

Trust.

It seemed to be the byword for this entire Tribe. The brown-skinned orc looked out over the ramshackle wooden city that the goblins had constructed, watching from the hills nearby as its inhabitants scurried around like so many ants. Todays lesson on the demons they were to face... the orcs trusted that warlock to not betray them... She wasn't sure why she had gone along with it either... but she looked back on it, and thought of this impossible task that Throatrender had set for her.

"Trust..." muttered Shas'rosan before she growled and then sighed. "How the fel do I get trust? Let alone from three orcs?" she asked of the air, her Rylak busy chewing away on some kind of shark or something that it had fished out of this strange world's seas. She had considered briefly asking the Thur'ruk for her advice... but doubted that the orcess would even aid her in this task, let alone be able to after the demon lesson tonight. She had been trying to follow that Shattered Hand orcs advice, playing nicely with these green-skins, doing as she was told... but it felt like she was making no progress whatsoever.

She looked up at the strange stars and sky, growling before slamming her fist into the hillside. "Why'd I even come here eh?!" she half-yelled, before slamming her fist once more. "Because they were winning?! Because we were fracturing?!" she snarled before drawing one of her axes, its weight a familiar presence in her grip. "These orcs... this world... it's... it's too strange, too different... they talk of the same clans, the same orcs... and this... time-travel talk..." she growled before slamming the blade into the earth, snarling. "The way they speak to me... How I want to just shove my axes into their damned skulls! Every single damn time they insult me... belittle me... all because of the damn war..." Shas'rosan let out a small roar before catching herself and taking a slow breath.

"Control yourself Ironwing... lose your temper with this lot and they'll just gut you... Don't give them the damned satisfaction..." she growled to herself before she looked out once more. "...This world... these orcs... how do I gain their trust?" she asked of nobody. She looked once more to her axe buried in the earth. "...There was no trust in the Iron Horde... only obey and live... Do your job and you lived... that's how it was... least for those without a Clan to protect them..." she said before removing it and cleaning the dirt from its edge. "How am I supposed to gain any orc's trust... when I don't even know what trust is?" she asked of the air before she sighed and sheathed her axe once more.

"Doubt Throatrender'd be any help... bitch hates my guts as if I'd gutted her firstborn in front of her... Bet she gave me this task just to see me damn well fail..." she grumbled, her Rylak plodding over and poking her with its left muzzle. She gave it a rough pat before looking down into the city once more. "...Maybe if I throw myself into the fight in Tanaan... show them the passages and all that... kill enough of Gul'dan's things... would that get their trust?" she asked, her Rylak only poking her again in response. "Aye aye... enough moping. Damned well think I was turning into some kind of bloody Draenei or somethin'..." said the brown skinned orc before she stood up and looked down at the Tribe within the city.

Trust... somehow, she'd get it... somehow, she'd prove it... and then she'd finally get her hands on that bastard back on Draenor... vengeance will come... her bond was as iron... even to the dead.

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Just wondering if anyone else from here was going to Blizzcon this year.

Team consisting of Duba, Grek'thar, Rargnasha and Sinami.

Two exposed towers, one protected by a barrier of magical nature.

Elemental ritual close by to the magically protected tower, frozen clefthoof and ogres in the vicinity.

Two towns filled with ogres and ogron, one of which houses Frostwolf slaves. One has an interesting large building, the other mines slag. No reason's why yet.

Two ramps up into the main fortress. Windy passage next to one could obscure our assault teams sounds.

Presence felt within the fortress, uncertain if elemental or spiritual however.

He took in a slow breath as they neared the Dark Portal's ethereal gateway, its blood red hue an ominous portent for the next few hours. Grek'thar held the small stone that little Mira had given to him before he'd left her. His young daughter had been playing with the stones in Grom'gol, her twin brother paddling in the surf nearby under his careful watch. When the time had come for them to leave, she'd pressed one of her playing stones into his hand, a present for him. If only she truly knew what it had meant that day... Earthstorm placed the stone back under his chestplate, hanging from a thread beside the drakes fang from his Om'Riggor. "For the Horde!" he roared beside the others as they charged through the gateway, and straight from desolate wastelands into iron clad warriors and a jungle. His senses reeled for a brief moment from the inter-planatary translocation before he checked for the elemental connection all shaman held. He could still feel the elements of Azeroth through the Portal, as well as sense the ones of this world... although the latter would not answer his call. "Azeroth it is then." he said before unleashing a bolt of lightning into the ranks of the Iron Horde charging up the stairs.

The battle raged on for what seemed like hours as the apparently never-ending tide of orcs and gronn and tanks charged at their lines. Horde and Alliance stood shoulder to shoulder, making the orc nostalgic for the Battle of Mount Hyjal. An arrow flew past his head embedding itself into the eyeslits of an orc in black iron armour that had been about to take his head. "I believe that makes us even Grek'thar from Hyjal." said the arrow's owner as they came to stand beside him. Grek'thar smirked at the sight of the Night Elf and his saber companion. "Takarius, I thought you'd be dead by now. Not out of arrows?" asked the shaman as he buried his fist into another orc. The elf shook his head before loosing another arrow. "Made plenty just for today. Admittedly I'm down to my last quiver." said the night elf, his saber burping and licking its bloody maw. The orc shaman just shook his head in amusement before turning it sharply to the cracking sound of the portal closing. "Well... seems the job is done... the portal is closed. Now all that remains is to fight on and take as many with us." said the bow-elf, Grek'thar frowning at the elfs words before nodding. "Aye."

So the two fought on and on for hours, Grek'thar resorting to using a stolen axe and shield as with the portals closure so too did his connection to Azeroth's elements disappear, and the local ones would not answer his summons. "They just keep coming!" roared the orc as he slammed his axe into the shoulder of another orc, his chest heaving from exertion, his armour in tattered shards, and his body covered in blood and sweat. The Night Elf was similarly marked, except he held on his face a sadistic grin. "Aye that they do. This is a death I can accept... After ten thousand years... perhaps now I can rest. My only regret is dying here and not in Kalimdor... ah well." Takarius smirked before embedding his sword into the neck of an Iron Horde orc. The battle around them ceased as a large blast resounded across the field. All eyes turned to the Portal as it crashed and shattered. Soon cries were coming up to make for the ships.

"Guess that death will have to wait." said the shaman, the bow-elf nodding as both of them began to run for the docks. Each of them split to join their respective factions, a quick nod the only note of farewell between the two. Once aboard Grek'thar quickly found himself a small corner of the ship to drop onto, and fell asleep, his body finally allowed a reprieve. They had accomplished their task... now they had only to survive... assuming the others had as well... the Link was ominously silent...

A mild wind blew, rippling across the endless sea of grass, interrupted only by a few lone trees dotting the landscape. Thunder Bluff loomed high overhead in the distance, its shadow cast long this clear sky night. The stars glistened in the endless void like fresh diamonds, the twin moons of Azeroth shining full and bright. A perfect night some would say for star-gazing. The stars offered solace to many across the world, but for this night, one could not find peace amongst the constellations of Azeroth. Sat beneath a tree, was a lone she-orc clutching at her skull with one hand, and a staff topped with glowing purple crystals in the other. She grit her fangs and let out a solitary howl to the endless skies, her eyes pleading for answers. "Why..." she hissed softly, her nails digging into her scalp.

"Why did I not see it sooner..." the lone orc asked of the silent stars before she flung a fist into the ground, the side of her scalp bleeding slowly. "The two of them... and that damned... he just used me... An elf?!" she snarled, punching the ground once more, her fangs grinding against one another. "That damned... an elf... what can she do that I cannot?!" growled the orc once more as she found her eyes staring at the crystals on her staff, their facets reflecting her face back at her. The multitudes stared back at her until she snapped her gaze away, panting softly, her hand going to her belly. "...Of course... damned fool... Course he'd want that the most..." she sighed before staring back up at the stars once more and the endless void between. "Nothing... nothing is what I am... just a cheap laugh... a bit of fun on the side... practice..." she moaned, her lips catching her blood, her tongue licking them clean before she swallowed.

Her eyes narrowed at the taste, her hand going up the wound and wiping it clean before she stared down at her blackened blood. Her eyes glimmered back at her in its dark reflections. "This is all your fault... if you had never touched me..." she snarled, slamming her bloodied hand into the floor, her rage building as she slammed it down again and again. "Why can I never escape you?!" she roared, the blood spreading over her hand from new wounds. "Because it is part of you... because we are a part of you..." came a sibilant hiss from the shadows. The orcess stopped and looked around, clutching the Draenei staff like a cub would parent's leg. "No... no, you are not... you're gone!" she called out, her eyes darting around before the sound of rustling grass caught her attention. Immediately she threw her hand forward, fire surging forth to consume... a marmot.

She looked down at the incinerated creature for a moment before softly chuckling and holding her head as she leaned on the staff. "Get it together Kraagara..." the orcess admonished herself before a tug on her robes drew her attention. Slowly she looked down and recoiled as a half-burned Draenei female was lying on the ground beside her, its marred face staring back up at her. "What did I do to you?" rasped out the Draenei before it faded away into ashes and then nothingness. Kraagara clutched her head and the staff tightly, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. "Get. It. Together." she snarled to herself before a sharp pain lashed across her back. She cried out and fell to the floor, twisting around to stare up at who had struck her. A human stood there, carrying a chain and collar, a lascivious grin on his face. His neck was clearly slit from side to side, blood seeping from the wound, and yet still he stood, before snapping out the collar towards her.

The cruel device latched itself around her neck and snapped shut with a resounding thud like thunder to her ears. "N-no! You're dead! Get away from me!" she cried out, lashing out with fire and ice, her attacks phasing through the human advancing towards her, even as he grabbed her chin by his hands. "Where do you think you are Demonbitch?" he asked, his voice familiar and yet not the same as the humans had. "I-I am n-not, your... Demonbitch... you bastard!" she cried out, throwing a fistful of claw into his face, smirking as she struck him and drew blood. When he turned his face back to her though, the human was gone, and an orc was in his place. "Gul'dan..." she whispered fearfully, the dreaded leader of the Shadow Council leering at her, a fist wrapped around her chain. "You like all the others, are mine child... you belong to me, and through me, our true master..." he crowed, the collar around her neck beginning to sear her flesh as the chain was lifted, forcing her to her feet.

And yet still it rose, now being lifted by... a proto-drake?! Kraagara gasped for breath as her feet kicked the air, her eyes looking around until she caught sight of the Dragonmaw orc. "H-help..." she croaked, confused as to why he was smirking. His first punch into her belly made her jostle in the noose, the second caused her to cry out. "W-why..." she asked weakly, peering out as another form appeared from the shadows, the red-headed elf. She wrapped her arms around Nograx's waste and smirked up at the hanging orc. "You were just something to practice on. Something to fill the time when I wasn't there." said Eva, as Nograx threw another punch to her gut, her breath slowly running out. "And now... well, you're just a sack of meat for him to practice his brawling on... I'm sure he'll make use of you when our child is on the way." said the elf all too sweetly.

Kraagara's eyes flared red as she let out a roar, flinging her hand forwards and a dark green fire surging forth to consume the pair, their screams filling the night air. The orcess dropped to the floor, coughing for air. One hand held her throat, the other supported her on the floor until it brushed against something. Her eyes widened at its touch before she realised it was her staff... She looked down at the stain of blackened grass before her, then at her still smoking hand. "N-no... focus..." she hissed softly, clutching the Draenei staff in both hands as she leaned against the tree, turning her eyes once more to the glistening heavens. "Conceal... don't feel... don't let the fel show..." she whispered to herself as she tried to bottle the genie back up. "R-remember... Rend... and Maim... f-focus..."

The stars were silent as the moons shone full and bright, the void between ever present.

Since this puppy can only be grabbed from Normal and HC modes of Siege of Orgrimmar, and I'm sure we'd all like a shiny awesome wolf to go with our new shiny awesome bodies when Draenor hits.

So first question is, who'd be interested in this, and second question is, what day could we actually do this on?

Assuming of course we can't get shiny new wolves when Draenor hits from some faction or other.

I'd be up for Monday-Thursday's since Friday, Saturday and Sunday I work evenings.

Garrisons
When you build your Garrison, you will get a few starting buildings.
The Town Hall is your main point of interaction and is automatically placed.
All profession buildings are in the Small Buildings category. They will allow you to use an engineer follower to run missions to get engineering recipes and items.
The pet stable will have a trainer you can fight.
Large buildings are something you would expect to see in a WC3 base. Each building has a bonus. For example, the barracks will let you have more followers.
Buildings start out small and are upgraded over time.
Some upgrades can be purchased, but some are blueprints that you find in the world. They can be faction rewards, quest rewards, random world drops, or found in other ways.
Specializations allow you to customize a max level building. They can be changed once each day and may have a cost. You pick from one of three specializations.
Some buildings will allow you to assign followers to them. If you find a miner follower, he can work while you are offline collecting ore.
Managing your followers will be an important part of garrisons.
Fill plots to upgrade your tier. Plots come in multiple sizes.
Followers can be sent on Quests, Scenarios, Dungeons, or Raids. Raids may take party of a week and many followers.
You put the followers into a party and send them on missions. You get a bonus if you match traits on your followers to the missions.
When you send your follower somewhere in your Garrison, you will see the follower there.
Garrisons are unique per character, so there will be some kind of way to make it faster for alts.
There is no way to invite other players to your garrison when offline. You can invite a whole 40 player raid when you are online though

I figured to make a seperate thread for the Garrisons stuff :3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYueIdI_2L0

http://blue.mmo-champion.com/topic/279171-warlords-of-draenor-take-charge-of-your-garrison/



http://eu.battle.net/wow/en/warlords-of-draenor/

Anyone else excited?

Alrighty, figured I'd start the ball rolling so we're all prepared for when 5.4 hits us. We've all no doubt by now seen this http://ptr.wowdb.com/achievements/8398-ahead-of-the-curve-garrosh-hellscream-10-player .

So the question of the hour is this... how many healers/tanks do we have? Cus I'm gearing Grekthar up atm, and can maybe switch him to a healer if it turns out we need more healers, or just keep him as a ranged dps if need be... Cus I'm pretty sure we're wanting to try this out as a nice little guild run thing

Next thing to address would be which days to try this out on, cus everyone here has irl and other guild commitments as well who raid at times...

A dark robed figure leaned against the wall of the blacksmith in Orgrimmar as he waited for the ores to smelt into their usable liquid state, his eyes closed as he let his rotting ears listen to the clanging and hum of hammers and bellows. The city was full of life, and yet also full of death. Everywhere anyone could look you could see the orcs all at work crafting weapons, working the smiths, fashioning armour, siege engines, training their warriors... Although some the dead elf doubted had even seen their sixteenth winter let alone battle.

"Ya 'ear? That ol' big orc Feralwhatsisface 'as gotten 'imself all locked up." a reedy goblin voice chimed in, just over the sound of the hammers and anvils. The elf opened his left eye a fraction at this as the gossip continued into descriptions over what they thought the orc had done to deserve such a fate, noticeably hushing though the moment one of the Kor'kron drew near to inspect their work. The armoured orc took a look at the robed figure before sneering. "Get back to work corpse." snarled the Kor'kron as he looked at the dead elf. With what could be called a snort of amusement the elf opened both his eyes to reveal the ethereal cold blue glow within them. The very air seemed to become that much colder as he regarded the Kor'kron. "Ores need time to smelt foolish orc... or perhaps you believe you can control time and make things go faster?" the Death Knight asked with a slightly sarcastic tone to his voice, the robe slowly removing itself to reveal the Runeblade strapped to his back. The orc took an involuntary step back at the sight of the former Scourge warrior before going on their way.

With an amused sounding escape of air from his nose the elf concealed the weapon once more before looking at the gossips. "Now then... what's this about an Orc by the name of Feral being hauled to the dungeons?" the dead Sin'dorei asked, his cold eyes seeming to gaze into the hapless goblins soul. "Somethin' about Red Blades, those Furbolg ting's, and not firin'. I swear tat's all I know!" the goblin said fearing punishment for not having more information. The Death Knight tilts his head as he looks in the direction of the Valley of Strength. "So... that's the game is it?" he said with a distant tone, one that seemed to be as if he was just talking to himself. He looked inside the Forge for a moment. "Hmm... that ore will take another day or so... this Pandaran iron is a lot tougher to crack than most... I wonder how the Warchief views visitors to the dungeons?" the dead elf mused before he began to make his way for the dungeons, albeit through an indirect route.

No sense in riling the Kor'kron... Least not yet.

Perhaps its time that these pups were shown what honour means once more... Angealion thought to himself, the Runeblade on his back readying itself for the feast that would soon come to it... Should the Kor'kron resist...

"I may fear the Varog'gor, but I fear a waking a cranky mate more."

Following Talonslayers suggestion to wake up Rhonya. Any mated orc may use this if they please.

Grek'thar sighs as he looks over Rhonya and her cub Skorm. Their cub, he thought to himself as a reminder. The two looked so peaceful as they slept together. As a mother and her child should be, he quietly thought as he slowly got up and wandered to the outskirts of the Cenarion outpost the Tribe had made camp in. He gazed out over the deserts and the crystals erupting from the sands beneath, the droning noise of the swarms of insects from the hive nearby a dull tone to accompany the faint winds.

He sighs as he unwraps the faint black strip of cloth from his staff and looks at it in his hand.

"And here I thought you'd gotten over the whole death thing big brother. You did do the whole vengeance crap and all out here after all." a feminine voice whispered at his side. Grek rolls his eyes and sighs, looking over to the wall next to him where he saw a familiar spirit sitting there, kicking her legs in the air, grinning at him.

"I'll never get over you being dead entirely Shas. Not with you constantly haunting me anyways." he replied, turning his gaze back over the desert. The spirit of the dead female giggles as she leaps off the wall and strides over to plonk herself down next to him.

"So... got your own little family now eh? Good on you. Seriously, you've been in a funk waaay too long." Shas said with a genuine smile on her face. Grek simply shrugs. "Oh come on, I thought you'd be happy starting up a family again... or is this cus the cub ain't really yours?"

"It's not that... well partially that."

"Ahhh... not the cub... the blood father..." Shas said with a more somber tone. "Now I see why you're all moody."

"Aye." he replied as he turned his gaze back to the sleeping forms of his family. "From what Rhonya's mentioned and from what little I've been able to gather from the rest of the Tribe, this Morchok character... he doesn't seem the type to let go of anything easily."

"So pop a couple of elementals at him and fry him with some lightning bolts. Easy." Shas suggested with a shrug as if there was nothing else to it.

"It's not that simple..." he started.

"Oh yeah that whole "He might use me against you" kodo-crap Rhonny mentioned back in the cat-lands." Shas said with a sigh, placing her hands behind her head frowning. "Then there's the fact that you haven't a clue, as usual, about what kinda power this guys actually got..."

"All I know for certain is that he uses demonic magic... but that's about it." Grek'thar said as he crosses his arms, staring out into the desert.

The ghost of his dead sister looked at him curiously before smacking him across the back of his head. Seeing and feeling a ghostly hand go through his head sent a chill through the orc. "Do you mind not doing that?" the orc growled at the spirit.

"Stop being such a dumbass then. Look, this tribe of yours has warlocks in it right? Like that Morgeth Feralheart right?"

"Oh no, I see where this is going..."

"And why the fel not eh? Look, she knows about this whole crap right? You're gonna have to do a task from her eventually right? Soooo, ask her to help prep you or something if Morchok ever shows his red eyed, green backside here."

"Morgeth's as liable to eat me as help me." Grek joked chuckling slightly before sighing and looking at her. "I'll think about it... Thanks Shas. I'd hug you but..." he said gesturing at the whole fact that she was a ghost.

Shas'rosan simply shrugs and giggles. "I get the idea. And hey, don't worry. If Morchy Porchy ever does show up and you manage to screw things royally and she gets taken... I'll keep an eye on her and the kid. Promise." She said with a little mocking salute before fading into the wind. Grek'thar nodded at the spot where she had been standing and turned his gaze back out over the desert.

I figured this belonged in here.

http://www.defiasrp.com/t4598-suggestion-the-war-in-alterac

For future large scale battles, given that we have a slight Camper problem for the time being on the Defias forums.

Hmm...been perusing the videos and forums concerning this new MMO on the horizon called TERA Online...looks intriguing...

It's another sub based MMO, with some interesting mechanics... From what I've seen there is no faction choosing, but each player can take part in politics such as taking over land and such amongst other features.

What do you guys think? Would you be tempted to come over to here and RP or just play the game?

It appears to be a page of Grek'thar's journal thats blown its way free of the tome.

Journal Log: 2nd Day of the Second month of the new year.

"Well, the Tournament went well...sort of. Can't believe Karak beat me...damn his raptor for its speed. Sharptongue and Talonslayer are formidable orcs, and I believe a great future awaits their pup should it take after them. But as for myself, I'm now trekking from Conquest Hold to the Storm Peaks to complete the Cleansing Ritual.

I've already completed Anger and Despair....now comes the hard part of Spirit...bah, I'll write more about this later. For now, I've managed to make camp alongside some of Tirion's Crusaders...good sort I suppose, for humans and dwarves. Least they didn't attack me on sight simply for being an orc...then again with the undead on your doorstep who would attack a possible ally in this frozen waste?

I just wish the human on the horse would stop eyeing me up and spitting so often in my direction. Least the dwarf I can put up with...it's almost like having Tarag here, the amount of ale he seems to be drinking. Friendly sort I suppose.

Well, better finish up. Part of the bargain for sharing their camp is to help keep watch on the dead. Tomorrow at first light I make way for the Crystalsong Forest, then the next I make for the Peaks...should hopefully be back in Durotar by the end of the month given the amount of time getting to the Peaks, time for the Ritual, the journey to the nearest port, and the sail journey back home. Grom damn it Silversnarl and Ansu'da are going to kill me if when i get back."