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The Campfire / Re: Death
January 26, 2018, 07:28:37 PM
Has anyone tried finding Sre since the Sword came down?  ;)

((He's not dead, no.))
The Campfire / Death
January 17, 2018, 02:38:28 AM
I buckled on my gauntlets. It was a suit of armour I hadn’t worn since the Legion invasion started, one Kargnar had crafted for me. The boots hid my prosthetic well, and allowed me free enough range of movement in a fight. The gauntlets and pauldrons had been set in with emeralds and the whole armour was edged in brass. It was a good suit, it fit my body well and it offered good protection.
Azguh was beside me, eyeing my preparations. She had a skeptical look in her eye, but she radiated worry.
“Sure about this? It could turn out to be absolutely n-“
“It’s not nothing. The world has been in distress since that green monster appeared in the heavens. That’s why we were in Silithus in the first place remember?”
“You promised her you’d stay behind for her.” That was a low blow, and I sighed, placing my wolfmask back on the floor.
“Steelheart is a tough one. She will understand that I have to go.”
“Do you? What is powerful enough to cause the planet itself to go into distress? And what the fel are you going to do against it?” An edge of anger crept into her aura now, a desperation. Who knew, Azguh would actually fear losing me? I almost grinned even though the desperation of the moment was as real as they came.
“I don’t know my love… But I have to do â€"something-. I can’t just sit idly by. I still remember the Cataclysm, and the pain I sensed in the world then. Can you imagine, a world actually crying out in pain?” I picked the mask back up and placed it on my head. There, now I looked like a warrior. If only I could feel like it…
“If you’re going to your death I’m right beside you. But I think we should warn the others.”
My jaw sets at the mention of the others, the outrage at their treatment of my bloodkin still fresh. Even if her actions were against the spirits, against the balance… This was Rhonya, for Grom’s sake. How many times had she set bones, sewn them back up, guided them through the hellholes of Draenor and beyond… And she makes one mistake, just the one.. And she’s treated with scorn, derision, distrust… I could sense their disapproval still, cloaking the Crossroads.
“I’m sure they can think for thems-”
A loud scream was heard and it took me a moment to realize it was me. A huge sense of fear was radiating from the ground itself, and it had driven me to my knees. I looked up at Argus, and sensed more then saw that the planet was receding from the heavens. Some floodgate of unholy energy had opened, and even as I looked I was gripped by a sense of…. Holiness, I guess. Like the light itself was bathing me and Azeroth in its energies. I’d never sensed anything like it…

Just then, something new hove into view. A face, crowned with horns and fire. A sense of pure hatred and rage flooded me, so strong even one not gifted as I was should have felt it.
It grew in the sky until the image filled the heavens themselves and blocked out the Light. The creature had something in his hand. For lack of a better word, a sword, if swords were made the size of a mountain.
The blade plunged down toward the earth, so massive I felt it was about to hit me. As it kept plunging down it started to flare up in flames of hatred, so fierce I was driven down even further.
The impact felt like it cracked the earth itself, dust blowing up and the very earth screamed in agony, a cry I joined. It was driven ever deeper, into the planet, and into me.

The last thing I felt as the darkness of the void engulfed me was the pain of being stabbed in the heart.
So this was what death felt like…
Game Related / Re: Stepping down
January 15, 2018, 03:42:24 AM
I need to visit the forum more...

I hope you refind your purpose in the blades and your fun in rp.
And if not, it was an honour serving with you in the trenches of officerdom. o7
Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
November 30, 2017, 04:03:51 PM
OMG dat Droof! xD

Glorious artstyle!
The Campfire / Re: No coincidences
November 27, 2017, 10:03:21 PM
Smoke. Pyre smoke to be exact, was the first thing I noticed when I entered the area in the Stonetalon area. I halted my wolf and dismounted, asking Azguh to stick with the animals. Usually she'd be the one scouting, but unspoken consent conveyed this was my quest. My pack.
I crawled into position where I'd be able to see without being seen. I'd picked up some new skills along the way...

By my calculations we were two days late for the arranged meeting. I say several orcs milling about from where I sat, but they were unknown to me. Seemed we were right not to trust it completely...
I moved through the woods silently, which might actually be a miracle on a wooden foot, until I found tracks. They moved east, a few of them. I set off after them in the hopes of finding familiar faces. Survivors maybe.


The area I found myself in was... pleading. Something around here was calling to me. It was faint but there.. So faint I couldn't even tell if it was an elemental spirit or something else.. It was trying to lure my in though. A spirit in need, perhaps? A spirit calling out for aid? Maybe for someone else? I'd heard of this before. The sirensong was faint but certainly alluring. I grabbed my axe and started heading in that direction.

After a while I'd picked up the trail again. Things were coming together.. But I noticed something about the footprints I'd followed.. I leaned in closer, pressing my bares fingertips to the ground.
And recoiled. This was no orc I knew. The footprints were shallow, moving in such a way as to move quickly but stealthily. There were no real boot treads, suggesting a flat sandal or such.
But what told me more was the sense of cunning, of murderous intent coming from the footprints. This was a killer, not a tribesorc...

My head snapped up as a faint sound came from behind me. The soft scrape of a blade leaving a sheath. Thrall's balls...
I turned just in time to see a black clad orc leaping at me with a dagger aimed at my heart. Quicker then I'd anticipated, he was basically already on top of me, too close for my axe....
I closed my eyes.
The Campfire / Re: The Comeback
November 27, 2017, 07:31:06 PM
What bothers me greatly is that I can't not read the spoken parts in Sean Connery's voice. *shakes fist*

Nice little insight, makes me a bit salty that I couldn't be there...  ;D
The Campfire / Re: Unsure Progression
November 27, 2017, 07:28:35 PM
Good little read! Now I need to meet him IC, should be interesting.  :)
The Campfire / Re: No coincidences
November 21, 2017, 10:04:29 AM
((short little explanation as to why Sre will be late!))

“Come on bub, you’re a shaman! Can’t you, you know, tell the wind to stop?”
I smiled at the goblin’s discomfort.
“When the Elements rage like this, there's precisely fuck all anyone can do. They’ll rage until thy’re done. But don’t worry friend. The ship won’t sink.”
“You a seer then? That’s a relief!”
“I’m not. But I’ve been in enough shipwrecks to know. And dit would be a most glorious irony for me to die in one now. “ One look at his face and I was outright laughing. It felt good, been a while. Then the goblin crew around me started joining in, unaware that I was altering their emotional state subtly.

The storm had sprung up a few days out of Gadgetzan. With clear skies we’d have been in Ratchet in less then a week, but that estimate had to be adjusted up to 7 to 10 days now, depending on how long the winds would be raging. So far they’d shown very little sign of abating.
Looked like we’d be late for the meeting, and with the sense of danger emanating from the words I daren’t hire any windriders to get us there faster. We’d be travelling light and careful, off the beaten path.

Azguh was nowhere in sight. Probably on deck helping the goblins out. With my leg keeping balance was a bitch though, so she’d instructed me to stay in our cabin.
I grunted softly about my enforced helplesness. Oh well, nothing to do now but prepare. I rummaged through my saddlebag. The item I took from it was in ragged state, several patched cuts and frayed edges betraying the fights we’d been through, but it was still proud in disrepair, and it was still my tabard. I donned trhe garment, showing pride in our colours. If we were going down in one last glorious stand, the enemy would know who had made them pay so dearly.
Off Topic / Re: Last Post Wins (Forum Fatality Edition)
November 14, 2017, 09:33:27 PM
And not a single fuck was given on this day.
Off Topic / Re: Last Post Wins (Forum Fatality Edition)
November 14, 2017, 07:06:41 PM
Too many fucks!

And I wasn't even awake for it all...
Red Blade Records / Re: Srelok Grimtide
November 14, 2017, 07:05:59 PM
((And updated again.))
The Campfire / No coincidences
November 13, 2017, 09:44:53 AM
"You are worried."
Azguh's voice came from the edge of the fire I was huddled by, the nights a lot chillier out here then the days. She was right of course, in more ways then one.
"Aye... I am. The whole situation is just bizarre.." I rubbed the stump of my leg to get some feeling again. the sands had chafed away at it all day. She sat, her back to the fire to preserve her night vision. In the gloom I could make out the faint glow of my mate's eyes.
"Not the Silithus calls. You dream. I hear you, you know. You talk." I stayed silent a moment so she continued. "About them. Are they visions?"
I winced as I rubbed some sand from a scrape in the stump. I'd actually been bleeding a few days now, on and off.
"You know I have no Sight. They're just dreams..." I thought a moment, ordering what my mind had been telling me the last few nights.
"It's just... It's been so long. And with the war dragging on, I can't help but wonder if any of them still live. And with the link gone..."
"You're soft, cripple. You worry too much about things outside your control." Her tone was mocking, but I sensed a hint of amusement. Azguh loved needling me with these kinds of remarks.
"Mayhaps. My point stands though, I'm completely cut off. And aye, we've talked about his before, I know I made a choice to continue my path alone, but..." I halted again, trying to make sense of what I was saying, what I had been feeling the last few days. She remained silent, letting me finish.
"But It's like these dreams are telling me something. I feel... like there is more to it. Maybe it's the isolation, but it can't be a coincidence that I dream of my pack brothers all of a sudden."
A gust of wind blew past, stirring embers from the fire and blowing up some sand. It also tossed around my braids and played through the full beard that had been growing out these past few months. I jerked up as a feeling hit me. Not a vision, but I sensed purpose in the wind.
It's been too long. You're getting restless...
Not truly words. Not like Azguh would speak, but I understood all the same. Azguh looked at me directly, pretty much ruining her nightvision anyway.
"I have no idea how those spirit things work, but could it be they're warning you in your dreams?"
"Of what? There isn't a message, I just dream of my cousin, and others. Windwatcher, Bloodpaw, Slitskin.. Sometimes Devilstep too. Not all at once, but they all have one thing in common. They're in Stonetalon. No idea why."
I looked back into the fire, lost in thought a moment.
"stonetalon huh.. Why there?"
"No idea. Maybe we should investigate. We're not exactly getting anywhere out here.." She scoffed softly.
"Not exactly close by is it?"
"If we travel more toward the civilsed world we can be there in about two weeks.." I looked up at the green and broken planet orbiting Azeroth. I could sense it pressing down on me as if the damn thing was trying to crush me. Imposible, I know.
"It could also be a way to find out more about that thing..." She followed my gaze, then looked away.
"And head back into the war? Haven't you given enough already? We keep having the same talk it seems. What next, we go to the other world and start our own private war there? Be realistic will you." She was right ofcourse. Over the course of the latest Legion incursion I'd nearly gotten us killed several times. Two orcs travelling alone, one crippled. Easy targets. And we weren't even on the front limes. No Broken Shore for us. We'd left the Broken Isles rather early on too, to tend to the spirits in other places of the world also attacked. Places that didn't 'deserve' a front line force.
"Fine, we can head to Stonetalon. We're running low on supplies anyhow, so we'll need to head back to civilisation anyway. Besides, you need to rest that leg, or you'll get infections. I've seen you limp worse and wince when we walk." She sounded exasperated, but it was an act. In her heart she felt relieved to be leaving Silithus as well as I was. Damn bugs freaked me out...


Days later, in Gadgetzan. We were waiting for a ship to take us back to the Barrens. From there it would be an easy travel to Stonetalon.
Azguh returned to our camp just outside the city. We'd both grown accustomed to being alone. We both prefered it. She was holding a scroll.
"Read this. Some stranger handed it to me while I was checking up on the ship."
I unfolded the scroll, reading through it.
"Well... Guess we can rule out coincidence..."
The Campfire / Re: Friends amongst Foes.
November 13, 2017, 09:04:24 AM
Damnit Gashuk, why?

And save me a seat at the bar alright?
Game Related / Re: We Return!
November 11, 2017, 10:08:09 AM
I miiiight be able to dig up old Sresre on the 28th and 29th. Unfortunately, work on the 26th. Can't promise anything at this point though..
Off Topic / Re: LPW8
January 16, 2017, 09:26:57 AM
Gotta love those 2 second load screens :D