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You go gurrl ummmm hmm!
*sassy fingersnap*

I present Doge'mar Theron. He's a regent lord don't ya know  

Arkail in all his ms paint glory

Kek, Very clever and funny claws

This just seemed right for Arkail. Even though my mage was named Arkail before this came out. Looking forward to fleshing him out in the upcoming year. Making him less of a sissy scroll scribbler


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUAIQLQ-2OE

[Munch’s Odyssey]

(Okay, so Munch isn't a blade but . This is just a little short story about him and how he's now in Undercity.
As he misses his good greens and all the good eats. The Munchkin is back  )

Munch’s Odyssey

A small figure leapt from tree to tree scurrying up and down their trunks and branches. It was dusk in Ashenvale. Quiet now, the war had passed and had finished. The creature came to branch outreaching into a clearing the blood red sunset illuminating the figure, it was a Giest, it was Munch. A wretched creature with the basest of instincts, it’s leathery skin showing though it’s torn armour most still sewn to his flesh but he was battle torn and ragged.

Munch gurgled and clicked tilting his head, his only visible eye darting  around surveying the scene from high upon it’s branch, the noose around it’s neck hung like a twisted trophy.  

The “good greens” had gone some time ago,  their fighting with the “bads” as he called them had passed, he returned to their camps one day to find them gone, only a small force remained, a force he didn’t recognise. Munch would have missed them if he was aware of such emotions, but munch only felt one thing and that was hunger and during his time with the good greens he had fed well and often.

But now he was alone again.

“Munch hunt, munch kill, munch eat” A gurgled mantra, he spat out as he sat perched upon the branch.

Still there was plenty to feed upon besides rats. War scavengers had come to pick clean the remains of the war, the shinys and he stalked them with a gluttonous glee, striking from behind or from above.

It was then upon his branch this Ashenvale evening Munch saw the figures beneath him a tall "bone man" as he called it and a small green creature, Munch coiled into a attack posture waiting. His green black tongue salivating and dripping a green ichor. Munch watched as they searched though the shiny they loved the shiny. Munch watched as the bone man disappeared from view, leaving the small one alone. It was then Munch struck swift and silent as he dropped upon it with ravenous fury clawing, eating and biting. It was a frenzy of bile and blood. But Munch in his haste to feed had failed to notice the bone man behind him. Grinning his eyes glinting in fading forest floor light.

Munch shrieked in pain as electrified net trapped and surrounded  him, Munch howled and retched fighting against it . The bone man approached, a crackling stick in his bony hand and Munch soon fell to the darkness that followed.

The hunter had become hunted.

Munch awoke in a cage his vision hazy at first, Munch shot into action gnawing at the bars scurrying across the cages ceiling and walls frantic to find an exit, a exit which wasn’t there. A croaked laughter stopped Munch his tracks the bone man loomed from the darkness of the room and croaked a laugh again. Munch let out a low guttural growl.

“Little pet, now, now, best not damage yourself any further cost me great expense to ship you here to Undercity, You what Undercity is don’t you… hmm? Never mind  I’ve always wanted a giest you shall be a fine pet”

Munch gurgled and hissed clawing and swiping though the bars at his captor, Words swam though his frenzied mind :” under city…pet, trapped, hunted, prey, kill”

I am Archibald Pembroke, little pet and you shall call me master i think i'll call you gurgles. The bone man said as he playfully avoided Munch’s strikes though the bars

Days passed and Munch’s  hunger grew. The bone man had sent munch into the blackness with a stick of sky lights as he called it. Each time munch awoke his armour sewn back onto his skin, his open wounds closed shut. Each time he taunted Munch poking, jeering and laughing.

Munch only ever formed the words in retort to this:  Munch kill…munch eat…

It seemed to be of great amusement to the bone man. The bone man talked at length with other bone men about him. All munch could was watch and wait the hunger grew each and every day his mind becoming more and more frenzied.

After many more days the bone man approached him his stick crackling with the sky lights a sick and twisted grin upon its face

“ My little pet you are resistant I was told that by now you would have submitted to the hunger, a giest without a master is a rare find indeed and you shall be mine lets see what the warlocks of the magic quater can do with you hmm? I can take away all the suffering all the hunger, submit!”

Munch replied his simple mantra “Munch kill…Munch eat”

“The bone man flew into a rage I am your master you are MINE!”

The bone man attempted to once again bring darkness upon him with his crackling stick of sky lights, but this time no darkness befell munch. Munch shrieked in anger rocking the cage back and forth again and again he was struck with the stick, but each time munch resisted sending him in a deeper rage.
The cage tipped… and the rusted hinges of the cage door popped.

Munch’s time had come in the struggle the bone man had be knocked to his knees. Now they were at eye level and mere feet from each other, The bone foolishly reached for his stick and struck at Munch but it was too late and leapt upon him clawing and biting the bone man struggled to his feet knocking jars and sending tables flying as he was being eaten.

Munch clenched his jaws around its throat and bit down tearing its throat and serving the bone man’s head. Ichor sprayed from the wound, splashing across the walls and floor and the now headless body jolted and jerked across the room.  Munch riding him, still clawing. The bone man’s lifeless body slumped finally upon a table of vials. Munch continued his attack, till he was interrupted by the sound of glass rolling upon stone. He watched it roll across the room with childish mirth gurgling happily upon its odd sound….Rolling towards a flame.

A deafening crack and a blinding flash engulfed the room, sending Munch flying hitting a wall with a sickening thud, then dropping him though a rusted sewer grate, Munch’s body bounced and smashed it’s way down the pipe into the undercitys sewers with a splash. There Munch bobbed along the current with the rest of the detritus and waste of the city.
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Munch awoke in a frenzy, a typhoon of green sewer water cascaded as he awoke flying into the air and clinging the sewers roof.

Munch looked around surveying his surroundings his low guttural growl echoing down the long dark sewer way. Where had he been, what had he done, where was he?

Munch knew only one thing... That he was hungry.

He scurried along the ceiling and walls of the sewer ways gurgling his mantra though the darkness

Munch hunt… Munch kill… Munch eat…

(((picture from tcg art))

Sadok, this is so good i could kiss you.   

Wasn't sure if there was already a topic somewhere on the forums already but anyways :3.

I thought i'd post this handy addon for rbgs or finding raids, without using the soul crushing horror which is trade chat. Im not a really a raider anymore, but a friend of mine who still raids swears by it. For any of you interested, link below on curse

http://www.curse.com/addons/wow/oqueue

Had this tune in my head all day
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kahp_kmOFzQ

And more a "saucier" version. I must watch deathproof again sometime Kurt Russel's still got it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUyBzyDmIaI
I would do very naughty, naughty things to both of em, Confessions of a bisexual i guess  

Etta James: "I'd rather go blind"
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB2NqUdNH_w

After that, Arkail will be sleeping with the light on tonight me thinks, just incase. 

Great story

Thanks, always open to criticism. Me and punctuation have always had are differences gave it a quick scan and tided the text up a bit. Will go comma hunting when I'm able. 

[Finding the exiled.]

A short story of how i ended up in Winterspring.


Finding the exiled.

Arkail had been only been in Orgrimmar only a few hours and from what he had seen he wasn’t impressed, Fear gripppped the city it was palpable Kor’Khon seemed to be funneling non orcs this way and that, the markets of Orgrimmar in which he had heard so much about full of exotic wares and food from every place on Azeroth were now barren and empty.  He made his way though the streets windows slammed shut as he drew near. Out the corner of his eye there were movements in the shadows people conversing making deals. Nice to know the black market still flourished criminals always found a way to make money it seemed no matter the city or situation.

He arrived a tavern and when he entered the entire population of it stopped and turned to face Arkail. Arkail wetted his lips and stared back ready to see what would happen, after a few moments the patrons of the tavern returned to their games of chance and conversations.  He sat down and ordered a mug of wine  much to the innkeepers amusement and mirth  he was a elderly orc of Draenor origin brown skinned untainted… interesting Arkail thought, he had no time to quiz the old orc for his life story he needed a plan to find these red blades maybe they had been merged into another tribe, he scribbled in his journal, occasionally sipping from his tankard stopping every now and then to ponder any or all situations.

Several hours passed and he had kept to himself it was now dusk and the tavern filled up more all were orcs no other races could be seen, the taverns mood was sombre like something that was afraid to be said. Arkail was lost in this thought when the Old orc innkeeper brought him a fresh mug of wine and with the swiftest of movements muttered something into his ear.
“That fella over there has been watching you since you came in do you know him?” The old orc gestured subtly with his eyes to a darkened corner of the tavern a silhouette of large orc could be seen unmoving staring though his face was hidden. Arkail didn’t respond and the old orc snorted something about the youth of today and went back to his duties. Arkail stared back into the darkness shrouden figure he was  intrigued moments passed and he finished his wine with a gulp, he headed towards the large silhouette Are you looking for something friend he inquired to the shadowy figure, the figure only lit a pipe his face now visible he stared back and said.“No, I  believe you are, come to the cleft of shadow alone… scholar of undercity in one hour you will find what you seek.

*A hour passed*.

He found himself walking though the darkened streets of the cleft the place was empty, a eerie kind of empty he felt he was being watched… suddenly it all went dark he was hit by some kind of magic he was bound and his head covered by a bag a final blow rendered him unconscious. He woke to the sound of a conversation which he couldn’t make out it, he could  tell it was a argument his vision stopped spinning and he see could 4-5 various people gathered around the dimly lit room. A reassuring hand fell upon his shoulder the orc from the bar moved in front of Arkail and said: “Sorry brother a nessercary precaution we saw your little display as you entered the city with those off duty kor’khons”.
“Kor’khons? Arkail replied what? Kor’khons those lunk headed sons of ogres were Kro’khons ?”
He let out a chuckle and said
“what do you fine gentlemen want of me then?“ rubbing the back of head he felt a thick raised lump there.
"Your not  a friend of the kor’khon or our “warchief”  may the ancestors tear him apart in the next world he said with a hiss, I’m Brokka Felfoul a student warlock the people you see around you are friends."

Arkail shifted his gazed around the assembled group each nodding as they where introduced.
Janos of the forsaken a priest of shadow she entered your mind as you slept she is the reason you’re not dead and that we greet you as a friend. Yuji Flamebender  a shaman of the warsong tribe, he knows where you will find what you seek and his friend and blood brother Huruk Bloodhoof a sunwalker we are a part of the resistance. He nodded at each of them, saying quite a group of individuals indeed…

*Hours pass dawn was coming*

Brokka had explained in detail the extent of the pit of madness that Orgrimmar had become no free thinking individual was safe  from the Kor’khons grasp and that they were planning small exodus whenever they where able from the city and explained that this is where he came in they needed more firepower to break though the blockades that stopped people leaving if things went bad. The city freely he said let  most people enter, none could leave. Orgrimmar had become a honey trap.

It was then for the first time Yuji spoke a gruff, honourable old orc: “You seek the red blade tribe they have been exiled I believe they are close to Winterspring as we speak, a long trek, i'm sure with our help you will reach them before they move out of reach” Huruk the sunwalker interjected and said: “They also have no love for the warchief they still believe in the horde though, brother Yuji do you? “ Yuji slammed his fist upon the table with a grin he said: ” My life for the horde”

"Yes yes" said Brokka "lets not get off topic we need to leave as soon as possible Arkail I know you’ve been studying arcane and are quite the Arcanist even if you wont admit it we will need that extra firepower, we will be transporting various like minded citizens though the blockade are you up it?"“I’m a simple scholar Arkail” said with a snort of defiance. “We have no time for games Arkail are you with us" Brokka said he face reddening. “A warlock that cares for his fellow man my, my we are a quite a group but i'm with you if it gets me to what I seek”Brokka smirked and said  â€œYou will find more about oneself when you take your head out of a book and learn what the real world is Arkail you will find that out soon enough believe me.” Suddenly with a hiss Jolan The priest interrupted and spoke: "we have been found we must leave now or perish" her Orcish was terrible, yet the intent was clear.
Brokka flew into a state of readiness grabbing things and giving orders Arkail watched him he was a boy even by his standards yet so driven and focused most pleasing to see he watched him attatched a message to a foot of raven and let it loose. "Damm them blasted Kor’khons" Brokka said as he spat.

They rushed to the meeting point a small group of people had gathered, simple familes mostly, all well armed carrying their meager possesions. It was then the Kor’khon choose to reveal themselves surrounding them, they had been betrayed a Young orc from the exiles gathered laughed as and he went to join the kor’khons, as he did Brokka flew into a rage a dark bolt of energy burst from his palm spilting it open and striking the betrayer in the back of the head sending flipping him over in rain of red inards, dead.

Battle was upon them, Kor’khon were taking no prisoners. Arkail kept his head down doing his best to keep himself alive striking out with his stave and letting out a few bolt of energy here and there not wanting to exert himself he tried to remain calm, this was his first battle since he left the camps many of the group gathered were dead still clinging to their possessions.
It was then in the chaos he noticed the forsaken priest had been overwhelmed Arkail watched helplessly as she fell spouting curses upon them shadows dancing around her as she disappeared behind the stabbing blades of the Kor'khons.Overwhelmed they began to slowly try and retreat to the gates, things seemed bleak. It was then Yuji roared a gout of flame and created a brief wall of flame and some protection, he had been wounded mortally several arrows had pierced him, with a snort he growled
“ Flee brothers flee  I’ve got this..Ancestors give me strength” Blood pouring from his mouth , he roared and charged over the flames engaging many Kor’khons at once in an attempt of holding them back. With a sombre nod Brokka did his best to round up the few remaining survivors not clinging to ddead relative and began to sprint though the gates and too their waiting mounts. It was then Arkail noticed the tauren sunwalker was not with them he turned to see the Tauren re-enter the city weapon raised, Brokka gave Arkail a glance and both knew why he returned. Interesting Arkail thought  the tales are true Tauren where loyal to those considered friends the nature of the oath, it was greater than there instinct of self preservation. He had hoped to speak with the Tauren about his vocation. A pity such a waste.

They reached the town of razor hill some time later, it was there Brokka and his survivors split company with Arkail  they where heading south he was heading east to find the exiled Red blade he thought briefly of joining Brokka and his party south,  his journey felt more important he should record and learn all he can from the tribe. He knew that now more than ever the importance of recording ones history because that it is all we truly leave behind for the future and the future of the Orcish raced seemed in danger of heading back to the old ways of senseless war and mindless bloodlust. He mounted the Wyvern and set a past east for Winterspring.

*Hours later*

The cold night air of Wintersping lapped at face he patted the Wyvern letting the flight master take it, Arkail entered a small settlement of goblins, noise of revilement could be heard coming from it’s tavern Orcish songs and voices could be heard.

Arkail entered the tavern…

edited twice thanks Rorir due to god awful grammar and spelling thank you again