Orcs of the Red Blade

 

Show Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.


Topics - Rhonya

Pages: 1 2 [3] 4 5 ... 8
31
Notice Board / Ramparts Recovery
« on: August 13, 2016, 02:59:36 AM »
Report


Present:
  • Rhonya
  • Srelok
  • Hellbrew
  • Barlgura
  • Mokhalak
  • Kargnar

Additional notes:

Late night salvaging of what we could find back in the destoyed Ramparts. The place is a mess, but we found several useful things. Everything has been put in the tavern. The fel aura is strong still there, though we didn't encounter any demons. We didn't stay very long.



Status:
Completed

32
Event Planning / OotRB tournament rules 10-7
« on: July 05, 2016, 02:40:50 PM »
Rule set for the tournament of 19-05-2015:
And another tribe tournament coming up, another set of rules! :D The usual though. On the day of the tournament I shall also post the brackets here so you can all keep track of them as well.

Rules tournament:


- Arena rules ( No usage of flasks or engineering items either, no legendary rings etc)
- No Blood Lust or Timewarp
- stealth only allowed up to 60 seconds.
- No tank or healing spec. (Nor tank presences such as blood presence or def stance for warriors, no gladiator spec)
- One bandage per player.
- No outsider buffs.
- talents and Glyphs aren't to be changed during the tournament. The Glyph and talent set you have locked in during your first battle will be locked in for the entire tournament.

And most important of all, have fun guys!

33
Game Related / Event initiative coming weeks
« on: June 27, 2016, 11:28:30 PM »
Hello people!
The next week we're going back to the north, for a little while leading up to the prepatch. During this time we (the officers) would like to challenge you lot a bit by allowing you to make events for others, even on the normal 'officer day' event days. Does this mean we won't be doing anything ourselves as officers? No, we're going to be planning fun stuff around you guys, to give those who want to, a 'well visited day' to hold their events. This can even be organised with an officer if you're not entirely sure how or what you want to do, just poke any of us. Keep in mind that we'll also be keeping an eye on who does what, so this is a good moment if you want to get a little more involved with event making or doing! Feel free to put events on the calender whenever, we're very flexible these weeks.
Also there will be another tournament next week, so go get your pvp gear ready!

Much love, the officer team.

34
The Campfire / Footsteps
« on: June 14, 2016, 04:21:57 PM »



The rock felt smooth and cool under my hands, and for a moment I paused in my walk to look at it. It was covered in green vines, but it had some jagged edges as well, meaning even at times the sand would reach here and slowly eat layer after layer away. I wondered how many years this rock had been here already, what it had seen through those years, who had rested on its surface just like I was doing now, taking a breather. It was humid here close to the river, a pressing warmth in my chest when I inhaled the air. My dreadlocks were wet and sticking to my face and back, rather uncomfortably. Sometimes I did regret letting it grow out again, the short coupe had had some advantages over the heavy mat of red locks.

For a short moment I pressed my cheek against the smooth side of the rock and closed my eyes, smiling to myself. I liked this land. Not so much the sand, but the warmth and the oasis, it reminded me of Stranglethorn in some ways. I heard a soft splash nearby and looked up, somewhat startled. It couldn’t be Lian, he’d remained back in the city, the sand too hot for his paws to walk on constantly, hurting the soft cushions underneath. Was it a crocolisk? Quietly grabbing an arrow from my quiver,  I knocked it on my bowstring and turned around, making my way through the greenery towards the source of the sound. My feet made near to no noise on the soft earth, and I managed to get to the waterside without being noticed. My arrow was pointed straight at the back of an orc. Long, black hair was pulled forwards over her shoulder. She seemed to be washing it in the stream, unaware of the danger behind her. I could kill her instantly if I wanted to. I only had to release my arrow…

But of course I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t kill a True Blood, even though I didn’t particularly like her. Rhonya was the reason Sadok had left me, heavily pregnant and in the middle of Tanaan. She was the reason I had nearly killed him, when he told me what he had done. I had mainly been avoiding her and them together, even though Sadok and I talked things out, it still stung. Even though Mozrogg and me were perfectly fine with being together and gave each other the space we needed, something Sadok had never really been able to give me, it still hurt.

Slowly I lowered the arrow and relaxed the bowstring, clearing my throat to make her aware of my presence. Her eyes went wide and she turned, nearly tumbling into the river while letting out a surprised yelp. I felt one of my eyebrows go up a little and kept my hands on my bow, looking at her as I stepped out from the bushes properly and into the late sunlight of the day.
‘Sorry. I didn’t mean ta scare ya.” I said, my voice a bit dry and hoarse due to the hot, sandy air I’d been breathing the past few hours.

Rhonya shook her fair head and a small smile appeared on her face. Always smiling. Damn that nice smile. Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke, so different in comparison to my own.
“It’s alright... I just didn’t expect someone to find me here, is all.” She gathered herself a bit again, settling more properly on the edge of the water, wringing out her wet hair with her hands.  The droplets made soft noises as they fall back into the river, and for a few moments that was the only sound around us, until I moved to squat next to the water myself to cup some of it in my hand and splash some on my dusty face. I looked back up.

“Ya s’ouldn’t be alone ‘ere anyway, small t’in’ like ya. Dere be crocolisks an’ wasps an’ snakes. Be no’ really safe. Sadok woul’ be sad if ya get ‘urt.” Snap. Why had I brought Sadok up? I hadn’t meant to, but somehow it just came out. To avoid her eyes, I just started to pull my boots off and put my feet into the water. Rhonya remained quiet for a little moment. Her voice was as gentle and soft as always, though I could clearly hear a sharp edge to the words now.

“I know. I’m not completely helpless on my own, unlike what most of you seem to think. I can take care of myself.”

I turned my head and looked at her expression. Her eyes were slightly narrowed. They looked almost purple in this light, the blue seeming to mix with the light hint of red around her pupils. She looked determined, fierce in a way. I exhaled slowly through my nose in a sigh.
“I suppose many seem ta for’et dat at times, ya. Ya dun look very t’reatenin’.” I said, a light joking tone in my voice at the last sentence. She smiled.
“Take my word for it, it can be a blessing and a curse. Though often they don’t expect things from me, which can work to my advantage at times. But you should know, you do the same, in a way.”
I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant, feigning ignorance, but looking at her face I knew I wouldn’t fool her. So instead I just bared my fangs in a knowing grin. Perhaps we had more in common than I thought.

“Ya dun miss bein’ T’ur’ruk?” I heard myself ask. I didn’t really know where the question came from. I moved my feet through the cool water while she shifted herself a little and shook her head.
“Some things, I suppose… But there isn’t much I can’t do right now that I couldn’t do before. It’s… just a title, you know. A name. It doesn’t make who you are, though of course it gives you certain… privileges. But I was never much someone taking point, leading others, ordering orcs. I never liked that… “ Her voice trailed off a little before she continued. “I suppose it’s different as Thur’ruk though than as.. for example, a Varog’gor… They have a clear purpose for everyone to see. Protect the Chieftain, the tribe…”

I nodded to her words thoughtfully. I had admired the Varog’gor. Those I had known, at least, which were not many. Therak had succumbed under the rank, as so many before him. Orcs called it the Varog’gor curse, either they all disappeared without a trace or they died horrible deaths. So far it’d proven true for most of them. To swear your life to the chieftain wasn’t a small thing… To put his safety before everything else in your life. Not that there was much else in my life worth protecting… Mozrogg, of course. But he thought mainly the same as I did. The tribe, but that was also a Varog’gors duty. My children. Though I had never felt as close to them as some other mothers. Perhaps that was simply my survival instinct. I loved them, but with them I was slow, they brought dangers, they were loud and annoying. I was fine without them too, knowing they were well taken care of.

As I looked up, I noticed Rhonya was inspecting my face now. Perhaps she’d noticed my thoughtful expression. “Wat?”
She shrugged, before her smile grew wider a bit. Sometimes I had such an urge to smack her in the face and wipe that smile away. But I held myself back.
“You just looked like you were making up your mind about something. Black knife… Protector of the tribe. You’ve been a Gul’thauk for a long time now, following Kozgugore around in absence of a Varog’gor.”
I nodded. She was right at that part at least. I’d kept my eye on the Chief,  when he was standing alone, his back to dangers. I couldn’t always be there of course. But beside Mozrogg, he was my main focus in the tribe. I didn’t have any bloodsiblings. I never really let anyone close. Only one or two had managed over the years I’d been with the tribe to get to know the real me. And it was fine that way. It was safer.

“Been a year o’ so now.” I spoke softly.
She nodded, responding. “Do you feel you would do different as an Elder? Your views, your ways, priorities?”
I shook my head and she continued: “Then you know a bit of how I feel, not being Thur’ruk anymore. I can do what I want to do, what I feel I need to do… protect the tribe in other ways. My loved ones.”

A soft sigh escaped my lips. “I wouldn’t really min’ t’oug’, I suppose. Bindin’ meself more. Learn more. Bu’ me views woul’ stay da same. Da tribe be me everyt’in’. I ‘ave not’in’ else lef’.” A sudden hand softly patted me on my leg and in reaction my eyes narrowed, but it was simply an automatic gesture from Rhonya’s part, something soothing. I didn’t move.
“Well, then perhaps you know the next steps.” She said somewhat cheerfully before standing up. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, just a simple robe. Without a word she wandered off towards the city and left me sitting, wondering what had actually happened. I hadn’t asked for any advice. Or even stated a problem…

Grumbling to myself, I splashed some more water in my face. Perhaps it was time for some more steps ahead. I told myself I’d talk to the Chief about it. We used to have pretty good talks together. He’d be honest with me.
With a grunt I stood up, picked up my boots and my bow and followed Rhonya’s trail to the city, the scent she’d left behind. She smelled like herbs, like organic things and a hint of the sharp tang of blood. It was easy to follow. Footsteps on perhaps a new path…


35
Game Related / Warcraft Movie Discussion- SPOILERS!
« on: May 31, 2016, 11:10:20 PM »
There we go! Since you all started off so nicely in the LPW thread, let's do it this way!
If you wanna discuss the movie, changes in lore, opinions, things you liked and didn't like, throw it out here! What would you like to see for the next movie, or think they might change?

Keep in mind this thread might have SPOILERS! For those who have not seen it yet. Read at your own risk.


For myself, I saw the movie tonight, and I loved it. I'm not even going to compare it to WoW lore, because it's a movie based on such a long and deep and widespread story that it could never ever have been done exactly as it should be, unless they made it the new GoT series. (And even then I'm sure they would've changed stuff.)

What I found extremely fun and awesome to watch was the costumes and the female orcs in the background. I absolutely -adored- the amount of details in the armor, the hair, the tattoo's, warpaint and skullmasks, at times I found myself more watching the surroundings and the background characters than really following the story. Give me some of those outfits and I'll be a happy me. <3

36
The Campfire / Fire Consumes
« on: March 02, 2016, 06:06:25 AM »




The skin under the flames blistered and cracked, spreading a sickingly smell with it of burning meat. Yet she held on, not seeming to feel the pain herself, the rage engulfing her. She was fire, she was anger, she was hungry and she needed to be fed. Something had to burn, pay for the wrong done to the spirit, pay for holding her back, holding her captive and not releasing her smoldering heat into the night air.

The shapes in front of her were unrecognizable, their voices in her ears unclear murmers, only edging her on even more, fueling her flames, her rage. Who were they, trying to interrupt? Who were they, trying to cage a hungry beast? She had opened the gates and now it was impossible to stop.

It was satisfying, holding this neck, this –abomination-, this insult to everything natural and pure. It would burn, it would perish, it would be cleansed and returned to its proper place, being the winds and the afterlife. Suddenly something cool was felt, and something tugged on her attention. Something distracting her. She could hear the voice, pleading and begging her to stop, to not consume, to not feed, to close the doors and be locked away. She listened, for now. Then came the promise. The promise for aid, for more freedom. She could have patience, she could wait just a little longer… As long as this one would keep to her promise.
Fading into darkness, the smoldering doors slowly shut, the flames flickering and dying out, shutting her off from all the energy and rage gotten by the burning anger that had spurred her on. When the doors closed, so did her eyes, all her energy drained.



Cold, she was so cold… Rhonya knew she wasn’t awake, she couldn’t open her eyes, her body felt so heavy, almost as if it wasn’t entirely her own. She couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t hear anything, she just felt so… tired. Everything seemed to be a muddy blur in her head, events hard to remember, as if it hadn’t been her alone that had experienced them. She hadn’t felt fire’s presence like that in a long time. Not since Sinami managed to start the flames and make them explode eventually, not heeding Rhonya’s warnings. Not since Nagrand, where fire had consumed her completely and took control, leaving a permanent mark in her eyes of its presence amongst the blue.

Suddenly she felt a pang of regret, as a flash appeared in front of her vision, Makaroth’s face, distorted in pain, her burning hands on his chest as his armor seemed to be cooking him alive.
A deep sadness filled Rhonya at that point. Had she done it again? Did he not listen to her warnings, had fire taken over and actually hurt him? Had she hurt any others? Who had been standing close? Suddenly Magrahra’s voice filled her head, something spoken to her. Regret filled her even further as she realized that her brother hadn’t been the only one hurt by her incompetence to keep her fire spirit under control in such situations.

Rhonya tried to force herself to open her eyes, to move, to do anything, but it was useless. Her body was shut down, the fire gone, the warmth extinguished. It felt so cold…
What would happen to her now? She actually feared for herself, for the others, again. Would Makaroth ever trust her again? Her brother in blood, and she’d hurt him as if he had been no one she knew. A thing, standing in between of her and her target. So many doubts, so many questions she couldn’t answer, filling her head. Orcs trusted her, but she clearly wasn’t very suited to have earned that trust, if she kept hurting them, even though she did not want to. Rhonya felt weak. Not strong enough, this spirit influencing her so whenever that line was crossed, and she couldn’t keep it back.

Fire was always hungry, always wanting, always feeding… And she couldn’t satisfy it.
A heavy weight pressed down on her. She couldn’t wake up, she was so cold…
She’d face the others once it was time. Apologize, for what it was worth… and lay her fate in her brothers hands, Kozgugore, to decide what to do with her. As it was custom, as it was rule. She’d face the consequences of her weakness, and probably never forgive herself for hurting those she loved.
 

37
Event Planning / Orgrimmar Tavern Night
« on: February 17, 2016, 04:52:50 PM »
The tribe moves into Orgrimmar for a few drinks.

38
Event Planning / The Chaos Orc
« on: February 17, 2016, 04:51:43 PM »
There have been reports of a Chaos Orc running rampant near the border of felwood/ashenvale, attacking and butchering both alliance and Horde with no prejudice. It's up to the tribe to investigate and maybe even put said orc down.

39
The Campfire / Warnings in the Night
« on: January 18, 2016, 04:29:45 PM »



A chill filled the air, the sounds of the deep of the night coming in through the wide, open doors of the inn. It was very dark, the fire of the torches on the wall casting ominous, long shadows across the walls. If one stared too long at them, they could even resemble certain shapes, images on the wall, moving and dancing. Soft murmurs sounded through the building, some shapes here and there walking quietly through the cold rooms. Most of them were Forsaken, but here and there a visitor was visible, looking somewhat out of place, and probably feeling such as well.

One of these visitors was sitting on a mattress in one of the more quiet areas, where those that still had beating hearts could take their well needed sleep. Rhonya was arranging some of her furs around herself, shivering slightly as she sat there. Her mattress was pushed as far in the corner as she could have managed. She still didn’t like this place, at all. Especially this inn had some memories that she’d rather forget, but Rhonya had convinced herself that it was time to move on from those memories and forge some better ones with these Forsaken. Perhaps it would help her.
Rhonya’s first evening had been quite pleasant here. Not exactly planned though, moving away from the tribe so soon after they had reached Razor Hill, but unexpected circumstances had made her pack up her bags again and make way to the city of the Undead instead. And now she was here, in Brill… With a deep sigh, she rubbed her eyes, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible on the pile of furs. She –was- tired, it had been a long journey, especially because she hadn’t been able to rest yet after the journey to Razor Hill. She looked tiredly at one of the torches in the wall above her, the dancing fire and shadows slowly lulling her to sleep, and as she drifted away she could still see the flames branded on the inside of her eyelids…



The dark pressed in on her, almost as if it was a physical thing holding her down and preventing her from moving and breathing. A panic filled her, but she couldn’t do anything apart from staring into that darkness… A sound filled her head, so sudden and so loud that she closed her eyes in shock, though that didn’t change anything, the darkness was still there. Cackling, manic, fiendish cackling, all around her. Some light suddenly peeked through her eyelids and she opened her eyes again, only to see a strange pumpkin creature nearby, the hollows behind its eyes filled with a green fel flame.

"Hey, you! You seemed sort of new!" a skittish voice said, even though the pumpkin had no moving mouth. "But it turns out you know exactly what's bound to happen. You've seen the scum with those, uh.... Burning Legion folk, right? You really think that 'Truthflame' boy's any good for your health or that of your friends?" A low chuckle sounded, and she was confused a moment. Truthflame..? The newblood…

The darkness changed and shifted, though she still couldn’t move, pressed down by some invisible force. She could see the Blasted Lands, and figures running. As she focused more on the image, she could recognize some of the orcs… The tribe running, fleeing from hooded creatures in green robes, burning a way through everything with wicked green fel flames. Every orc that she saw turning to face them, was simply reduced to ashes by the hungry flames, and those not burning were cut down by the sickles the enemy carried, flaming runes visible, burned into the steel.
One of the figures slowly made his way through the burned grounds towards her, and as it moved a clawed hand to pull its cowl down, she recognized Ul’guruks face. There was no mistaking those burns on his face, though the expression and look in his now bright yellow eyes wasn’t one she recognized of him. Utter hatred, madness… His sickle came down upon her, and before she could even think of trying to scream or move away, everything went dark again.

"Old habits never die. He turned to us once, he'll do it again! This is a world of sacrifices, buddy, and I can tell you giving up that scarred little freak will do you good! Heck, would probably take some work off those grubby hands of yours, so take some advice from me, kid..." she heard the pumpkin say as it once more appeared at her side. Sudden felflames burned the plant away, revealing a wickedly grinning imp instead in its place. "Give us the boy and go home, or else I'm gonna make stuff..." he said, growing to twice her size within a flash "REAL unpleasant."  His harsh voice faded.




A sudden pain flaring on her back woke Rhonya up with a gasp, and she nearly hit her head against the wall as she sat up suddenly, drenched in sweat, the furs she was sitting in so tangled and wrapped around her legs that she could hardly move. Panting, she turned her head, the soft glow of the tattoo on her back even visible through the thin shirt she was wearing.

Rhonya took a moment to regain her calm, catch her breath, untangling her legs and taking a few sips of water from her waterskin. The felward had been dormant since it had been replaced there on her back, so it worried her that now it would respond… To a dream. But it only convinced her all the more that this hadn’t been a normal dream. Ul’guruk had to be warned… And some others as well. This was the fires doing… Those images in the ash, a few days before.  She’d seen them, but… clearly they had seen her as well.  Grunting softly, she grabbed her writing tools from her bag, and by the flickering light of the torch above her, she started to write…

40
Event Planning / Lucid Story Telling
« on: January 11, 2016, 11:21:39 PM »
The tribe gathers under the watchfull eye of Thur'ruk Steelheart for another unsettling story of the past, which might turn out to be rather.. unsettling for some.
((IC mount Hyjal raid, bring some low level gear and make sure you're not locked!))

41
Event Planning / Orgrimmar Tavern Night
« on: January 11, 2016, 11:13:15 PM »
The tribe head over to Orgrimmar to enjoy the company of those in Orgrimmar and drink their hearts away!
20:30 Realmtime
Razor Hill

42
Event Planning / Brawl Tournament
« on: January 11, 2016, 11:09:28 PM »
Tonight marks the night that the orcs brawl it out in the ring! Fist-on-fist action... without Fistfist... Who will be victorious? There can only be one Champion!

20:30 Realmtime
Razor Hill

43
Event Planning / Traveling West
« on: January 11, 2016, 11:01:07 PM »
The tribe catch a ship at Venture Bay to travel back to Kalimdor. Will they crash, or will they actually make it in one piece? Spoilers: They crash.

20:30 Realmtime
Camp One'qwah

44
Event Planning / Super Awesome Campfire Night
« on: January 11, 2016, 10:36:04 PM »
As the tribe starts packing to leave Northrend, they take a night off and enjoy some ales around the campfire.

20:30 Realmtime
Camp One'qwah

45
Event Planning / Dwarf Club
« on: December 29, 2015, 03:12:36 PM »
The final stage has been set up. The tribe head out to what they believe is the dwarven hideout. Will they finally be right or is the tribe just horrible at investigating?

Camp Oneqwah, 20:30 realmtime.

Pages: 1 2 [3] 4 5 ... 8