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Well, finally it was time for old Reh to seek new pasture. I should have written something IC'ly, but I haven't even had the time to play WoW lately (stealing some time now to write this).

I want to say that the Red Blades have been, are and will continue to be if not the best at least one of the major pillars of the horde RP on Defias.

The tribe has evolved, changes have come and it was time for some old stuff to be thrown away (i.e. an old overlord). Thus Reh together with Varg and Kad decided to go away to look deeper into the past together. Will Reh find his way back to the tribe? No idea, to be honest, as I see his place in the tribe being something fairly ooc now. But creating a new orc in order to see the tribe from the bottom might be an option in order to find the fun in WoW RP again.

Thanks to all people that have made this tribe into the best one on Defias! I'll see you around in the future.

Best Regards
/Reh

It was late in the autumn. The first signs of winter were clearly visible in the hills of Nagrand. It wouldn't be long before the first snows came, and with them the cold. Recently there had been a bad storm, one with a ferocity that hadn't been seen in these hills for a very long time.

The solitary figure was standing next to what mostly resembled a pile of broken wood, strewn with all kinds of things what could be found in a regular home in this part of the world. With sadness in hisface, the solitary figure turned his back to the pile of broken wood that used to be his home and walked to a nearby field, a filed that had been harvested.

Walking back to the pile of rubble, the solitary figure picked up the backpack that was on the ground next to a flat rectangular stone, one that had seen some wear in the middle part. He opened the backpack, pulling out a small pouch. Holding it gingerly in his hand, he untied it and put his hand in the pouch. Removing the hand from the pouch, he opened his fist and carefully studied a handfull of grain. With a deep sigh he returned the grain to the pouch.

Removing the string that was used to tie the pouch, he took out a thick piece of string from his tunic and used it to retie the pouch. Putting the pouch back in the backpack, he looked at an oblong object that was covered with cloth next to the backpack with a distant gaze. Picking the backpack and cloth-covered object up, he turned his heel and walked away from the pile of rubble.

As he walked away, he whistled a high-pitched tone. Shortly after, a black cat was seen coming from the nearest shrubbery. The cat approached the solitary figure and without a word or sound they walked away, never looking back.

Well folks, I was thinking about writing a story to explain why I'm not around anymore, but my imagination has failed me. I'll get the back-up story that I've always had, to find a calm farm and live the last days of my long life on that farm.

As you might have noticed, I've not been around lately. I'm taking a long break from WoW, and I'm actually not sure if I'll return after the summer. Whatever will come, I want to thank you all for the great times playing in this tribe. I shall mention none here, as the list would be too long with past and present orcs, but you will certainly be missed.

Yours truly
/Reh

PS. Oh, I do pop by from time to time on the forum just to check on how you all are doing. DS.

Merry Christmas one and all!