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Off Topic / To whomever it concerns.
« on: April 07, 2009, 11:53:28 PM »
To whomever it concerns.
So you hack a members account and our bank well done hope you real proud of yourself.
You are no better than the muck on the bottom of my shoe.
Still it proves what a total noob you are in some of the items you stole from us.
YES STOLE you are nothing more than a thief your parents must be real proud of you.
Just hope that Blizzard do track you IP address as they say they can.
Or better still just send it all back.
So you hack a members account and our bank well done hope you real proud of yourself.
You are no better than the muck on the bottom of my shoe.
Still it proves what a total noob you are in some of the items you stole from us.
YES STOLE you are nothing more than a thief your parents must be real proud of you.
Just hope that Blizzard do track you IP address as they say they can.
Or better still just send it all back.
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Event Planning / Get ya Training here.
« on: April 05, 2009, 09:55:23 PM »
Oy you lot ya seem ta be getting behind with ya training for ya next step in becoming a true Blade.
So if ya want training ask for it.
I not going ta keep telling you lot.
Send me a report in the post some gnome will find me.
So if ya want training by the best get ya reports in.
Or for ever be a Peon.
So if ya want training ask for it.
I not going ta keep telling you lot.
Send me a report in the post some gnome will find me.
So if ya want training by the best get ya reports in.
Or for ever be a Peon.
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Off Topic / Just a question to the powers that be.
« on: March 21, 2009, 05:39:52 PM »
Just a question to the powers that be.
In the events calendar on this form can you change the color of the present day
bit wishy washy and can not easy make it out.
Or is it time to go see the optician again or may be take me sun glasses off.
In the events calendar on this form can you change the color of the present day
bit wishy washy and can not easy make it out.
Or is it time to go see the optician again or may be take me sun glasses off.
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Off Topic / Rate the Orc above
« on: March 05, 2009, 10:51:20 PM »
Nice and simple one this.
Rate the Orc above, as it says rate the orc who posted above you.
And as I am the one to start it you can not rate me because i am perfect. 
Keep it nice boys and girls.
Rate the Orc above, as it says rate the orc who posted above you.
And as I am the one to start it you can not rate me because i am perfect.
Keep it nice boys and girls.
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Event Planning / Get rid of all that fat.
« on: January 07, 2009, 02:40:28 PM »
Bout time ya lazy bunch of Orcs got rid of all that fat ya put on over the festive season.
And I will not except “it is extra coverage for ya bones while up north in da snow”.
So get ya best sport gear on with dem new running boots ya got from that old Orc given out gifts by that big old tree and sprint ya way over to Hammerfall.
Ya can bring all ya soft and cuddly pets if ya need ta be comforted ya big pansy pushers.
No flying I am watching ya.
Be there by 8 bangs on the drum.
If ya not meet the grade of a battle ready Orc ya being running all the way back home to Orgrimmar.
This includes The Chieftain enough of his excuses of had an extra bone in his leg so can’t run, or he got new boots that not fitt, sure Morgeth would agree with this.
And I will not except “it is extra coverage for ya bones while up north in da snow”.
So get ya best sport gear on with dem new running boots ya got from that old Orc given out gifts by that big old tree and sprint ya way over to Hammerfall.
Ya can bring all ya soft and cuddly pets if ya need ta be comforted ya big pansy pushers.
No flying I am watching ya.
Be there by 8 bangs on the drum.
If ya not meet the grade of a battle ready Orc ya being running all the way back home to Orgrimmar.
This includes The Chieftain enough of his excuses of had an extra bone in his leg so can’t run, or he got new boots that not fitt, sure Morgeth would agree with this.
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The Campfire / Bohica.
« on: December 12, 2008, 12:57:50 PM »
Bohica.
Kei heard the noise again a high pitched crying sound, not the cry from a child but from some thing she could not put a name too.
She quickly crouched down, her sense becoming acute due to her years of training.
Kei pin point the sound it was coming from the back of the stables.
Unsheathing her blades she crept into the stables unaware what she might find there.
Staying to the shadows, she moved in on the sounds that had now changed to a pitiful sob.
She moved to the last animal stall and pushed the gate open staying low to the ground.
She sensed before she saw movement at the rear of the stall and drove her body to the ground coming up from a forward roll into a crouch her blades dripping with anaesthetic poison.
What she saw astounded her.
Bearing out of the darkness like piercing blue holes in a night sky she saw what she took as two eyes.
Eyes the like of witch she had never seen before, deep and bottomless the colour of blue, white lighting with no pupil.
“I see you Orc,” said a reverberating voice, “Leave me to my solitude”.
Kei slowly raised her self-up on to her feet ready for any attack that might come.
“Who, what are you, why are you here speak quickly!” Kei voice was commanding.
“Just finish me Orc I will not put up any fight, end it now for me you would be doing me a great services”.
Kei slowly placed one of her blades back in its sheath and opened a small pouch on her belt, removing a fine dust which she throw on to the damp dirt covered floor.
The was a small puff of smoke then a flash that lit up the small stable and then settled into a glow that bathed the area in yellow light.
Sitting huddled in the corner was a figure that had the features of a she Orc, but instead of the normal green skin, she was blue to white in colour.
She was dressed in impressive blue-black plate armour that was immaculate in its condition as if it had just come new from an armoury, beside her was a large formidable blade that also had the same blue colour as her eyes.
“Why should I take your life in away befitting a wounded companion?” Kei asked.
“If I attack you would that make it easier for you orc?”
Kei slowly moved her feet to better balance herself, “You could try”.
There came a sounded as if it came from the abyss itself a deep laugh.
“Such courage from one so young in years compared to my own”.
The figure slowly got up of the ground and held out both hands to show she was not armed with any blade.
“Forgive me my name is Bohica or at least I think it is” she thumbed her chest in a formal salute to Kei, “What may I call you Orc?”
“Claws for now will do”
Again, there was a deep laugh “Claws yes very fitting”.
“Come sit with me Claws I mean no harm to you or your kin in fact I have the blessing of Thrall himself if that means anything to you”, the tall figure sat her self back down sheathing her blade.
“That I find hard to believe but these are strange times”.
Kei sat down away from Bohica never taking her eyes of her and placed her blade in her lap.
“So what is your story how did you come to this place and why” asked Kei.
“My story” Bohica’s head dropped staring at the dirt on the floor, “If I knew it I would tell you believe me Claws, I can tell you what I remember that is all I can offer”.
“Then that is a start” replied Kei.
((More to follow may be))
Kei heard the noise again a high pitched crying sound, not the cry from a child but from some thing she could not put a name too.
She quickly crouched down, her sense becoming acute due to her years of training.
Kei pin point the sound it was coming from the back of the stables.
Unsheathing her blades she crept into the stables unaware what she might find there.
Staying to the shadows, she moved in on the sounds that had now changed to a pitiful sob.
She moved to the last animal stall and pushed the gate open staying low to the ground.
She sensed before she saw movement at the rear of the stall and drove her body to the ground coming up from a forward roll into a crouch her blades dripping with anaesthetic poison.
What she saw astounded her.
Bearing out of the darkness like piercing blue holes in a night sky she saw what she took as two eyes.
Eyes the like of witch she had never seen before, deep and bottomless the colour of blue, white lighting with no pupil.
“I see you Orc,” said a reverberating voice, “Leave me to my solitude”.
Kei slowly raised her self-up on to her feet ready for any attack that might come.
“Who, what are you, why are you here speak quickly!” Kei voice was commanding.
“Just finish me Orc I will not put up any fight, end it now for me you would be doing me a great services”.
Kei slowly placed one of her blades back in its sheath and opened a small pouch on her belt, removing a fine dust which she throw on to the damp dirt covered floor.
The was a small puff of smoke then a flash that lit up the small stable and then settled into a glow that bathed the area in yellow light.
Sitting huddled in the corner was a figure that had the features of a she Orc, but instead of the normal green skin, she was blue to white in colour.
She was dressed in impressive blue-black plate armour that was immaculate in its condition as if it had just come new from an armoury, beside her was a large formidable blade that also had the same blue colour as her eyes.
“Why should I take your life in away befitting a wounded companion?” Kei asked.
“If I attack you would that make it easier for you orc?”
Kei slowly moved her feet to better balance herself, “You could try”.
There came a sounded as if it came from the abyss itself a deep laugh.
“Such courage from one so young in years compared to my own”.
The figure slowly got up of the ground and held out both hands to show she was not armed with any blade.
“Forgive me my name is Bohica or at least I think it is” she thumbed her chest in a formal salute to Kei, “What may I call you Orc?”
“Claws for now will do”
Again, there was a deep laugh “Claws yes very fitting”.
“Come sit with me Claws I mean no harm to you or your kin in fact I have the blessing of Thrall himself if that means anything to you”, the tall figure sat her self back down sheathing her blade.
“That I find hard to believe but these are strange times”.
Kei sat down away from Bohica never taking her eyes of her and placed her blade in her lap.
“So what is your story how did you come to this place and why” asked Kei.
“My story” Bohica’s head dropped staring at the dirt on the floor, “If I knew it I would tell you believe me Claws, I can tell you what I remember that is all I can offer”.
“Then that is a start” replied Kei.
((More to follow may be))
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Event Planning / The next step
« on: December 07, 2008, 11:16:07 PM »Ok you Oathbounds time ta get of ya green behinds.
Far too many of ya just hiding in the background.
Time ta get ya self’s noticed within the tribe.
Too long ya been Oathbounds.
The tribe needs ya to take on the mantle of true Orcs.
Get ya green ends to Hammerfall at 9 drum beats when the sun is going down prove ya not scared of the dark.
You will be given 3 not 1 or even 2 but 3 challenges.
Or forever be known as PEONS of the true Orcs.
((This Friday 9 o’clock server time Hammerfall fun and games for re-ranking if you interested))
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Contact Us / 5 man instances runs.
« on: December 02, 2008, 07:54:54 PM »
What is the general view on doing some of the smaller 5 man instances runs as tribe only events.
In past years this was the back bone of the tribe and caused a lot of fun events and laughs.
It is also a way to form bounds within the tribe.
((I'm more then willing to get some together BUT only as fun runs nothing SERIOUS.
If you want serious runs with out the fun element then not for me sorry)).
In past years this was the back bone of the tribe and caused a lot of fun events and laughs.
It is also a way to form bounds within the tribe.
((I'm more then willing to get some together BUT only as fun runs nothing SERIOUS.
If you want serious runs with out the fun element then not for me sorry)).
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Event Planning / Peons CANCELED
« on: November 28, 2008, 04:57:12 PM »
Sorry people but I have cancel this due to illness.
Do not think I will be around for few days (Flu).
Even though my 5 year old says he will do it for me (Bless).
Trouble is he might do it better.
Ok you Peons, New Bloods and Oathbounds time ta get of ya green behinds.
Far too many of ya just hiding in the background.
Time ta get ya self’s noticed within the tribe.
Too long ya been New Bloods or Oathbounds.
The tribe needs ya to take on the next mantle of true Orcs.
Get ya green ends to Hammerfall at 9 drum beats when the sun is going down prove ya not scared of the dark.
Or forever be known as PEONS.
((This Friday 9 o’clock server time Hammerfall fun and games for re-ranking if you interested))
Do not think I will be around for few days (Flu).
Even though my 5 year old says he will do it for me (Bless).
Trouble is he might do it better.
Far too many of ya just hiding in the background.
Time ta get ya self’s noticed within the tribe.
Too long ya been New Bloods or Oathbounds.
The tribe needs ya to take on the next mantle of true Orcs.
Get ya green ends to Hammerfall at 9 drum beats when the sun is going down prove ya not scared of the dark.
Or forever be known as PEONS.
((This Friday 9 o’clock server time Hammerfall fun and games for re-ranking if you interested))
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The Campfire / The Lich King
« on: November 15, 2008, 03:02:48 AM »
Taken from Blizzard site for reference.
Chapter 1
The Curse of Ner'zhul
The elder shaman Ner'zhul was once among the greatest spiritual leaders of the orcs. Deceived by the demon Kil'jaeden, he set in motion the events that led to the orcs' corruption and the creation of the bloodthirsty Horde. Yet ultimately Ner'zhul refused to give his people fully to the demonic ranks of the Burning Legion.
The demon lord Kil'jaeden punished Ner'zhul for his defiance, destroying his aging body and torturing his spirit. The demon then offered Ner'zhul a final ultimatum: serve the Legion unconditionally or suffer eternal agony. With little other choice, Ner'zhul pledged to obey Kil'jaeden and was reborn as a terrifying and vastly powerful agent of the Legion – the Lich King.
Ner'zhul's spirit was magically shackled to a suit of ancient armor and bound to the mighty runeblade Frostmourne. To ensure Ner'zhul's obedience, Kil'jaeden sealed the armor and blade within a specially crafted block of ice collected from the far reaches of the Twisting Nether. This frozen crystal was then cast into the ripe and unsuspecting world of Azeroth, settling in the desolate, snowy wastes of Northrend.
Among the abilities bestowed upon the Lich King was lordship over death itself. From within his Frozen Throne, Ner'zhul summoned a number of undead to serve him and tested his army against the nerubians of Azjol-Nerub and their mighty spiderlord, Anub'arak. Although the War of the Spider raged for years, many nerubians who fell in battle quickly became bound to the Lich King's iron will. Anub'arak himself was eventually ambushed and slain, rising again to join Ner'zhul's ranks as a fearsome crypt lord.
The Lich King appeared to be faithfully serving his master, but he had in fact hatched a cunning and subversive plan. To that end, he created a small fissure in his prison, pushed Frostmourne through it, and directed his minions to carry the runeblade away from the Frozen Throne. Ner'zhul intended to use the sword as bait for a mighty champion: a loyal subject who would free him and serve as a vessel for his restless spirit. While Frostmourne was positioned to serve its future purpose, the Lich King dutifully proceeded with his demon master's true agenda...
Since arriving on Azeroth, the Lich King had been formulating an insidious plague of undeath, a terrifying disease meant to annihilate humanity and create an army faithful to the Burning Legion. To expedite the spread of this contagion, the Lich King recruited a powerful ally in the ambitious mage Kel'Thuzad, a senior member of Dalaran's ruling council.
Under the Lich King's watchful gaze, Kel'Thuzad created the Cult of the Damned, a group of humans to whom he promised social equality and eternal life on Azeroth. The cultists spread the plague throughout Lordaeron's northern villages, amassing a host of mindless undead. Kel'Thuzad looked upon the growing army and named it the Scourge, for at the Lich King's whim it would surely scour humanity from the face of the world.
The archmage Antonidas suspected that the undead plague was magical in origin, and so he sent the sorceress Jaina Proudmoore to the northlands to investigate. With her went Prince Arthas Menethil, only son of King Terenas. Jaina and Arthas tracked down and killed the Lich King's servant, Kel'Thuzad, but the necromancer's death failed to halt the rise of the Scourge. As the battle against the undead wore on, the prince's faith and patience began to wane.
Joined by the legendary paladin Uther the Lightbringer, Arthas and Jaina nevertheless arrived at the gates of Stratholme too late to stop the distribution of plague-ridden grain. Arthas realized that the innocent villagers would inevitably join the growing ranks of undead. He ordered Uther to purge the town and slaughter the civilians before they could become minions of the Scourge. When Uther refused, Arthas accused the veteran knight of treason and disbanded the Order of the Silver Hand. Uther and most of his remaining cavalry left the village in disgust, and Jaina, horrified by Arthas' decision, abandoned the prince as well.
Despite the loss of his supporting forces, Arthas carried out his plan, putting the city's innocents to the blade and burning every remaining structure to the ground. Something in Arthas snapped that day, and as he walked away from Stratholme, he left much of his humanity in the flaming ruins.
Chapter 2
The Claiming of Frostmourne
The prince then dedicated himself to stopping the Scourge at all costs. In time he traced the source of the plague to Northrend. With a heavy heart and steadfast determination, the prince set out for the snowy roof of the world. In Northrend Arthas was surprised to find an old friend, the dwarf Muradin Bronzebeard. Muradin had been searching for a blade renowned to have legendary powers: the blade called Frostmourne. Arthas resolved to seek out the enchanted blade and wield it against the Scourge. However, at Uther's urging, King Terenas soon recalled Arthas and his troops. Before the expedition could set sail for home, Arthas secretly hired indigenous mercenaries to burn the ships. Leading his troops to the ships, Arthas feigned surprise and ordered his bitterly disappointed soldiers to hunt down and kill the mercenaries.
Arthas then scoured the desolate wastes for what he believed was the key to his people's salvation. In time Muradin and Arthas discovered Frostmourne and read the foreboding inscription on its pedestal. The inscription warned that Frostmourne's wielder would indeed gain power eternal, but at a cost: "Just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit." Despite the warning and Muradin's protests, Arthas swore that he would pay any price to possess the blade.
At the prince's reckless urging, Frostmourne freed itself from the ice in which it was encased, in the process taking Muradin's life. Arthas seized the blade, which destroyed what little remained of his humanity. The prince could not have guessed that the Lich King was the blade's true master, nor could he have known that in addition to Kil'jaeden's enchantments, Frostmourne possessed an ability that had been bestowed by Ner'zhul: the ability to steal the souls of the living.
With Frostmourne in hand and a growing darkness in his heart, Arthas wandered into the frozen wastes to answer the call of his new master...
Chapter 3
Shattering the Frozen Throne
All of Lordaeron rejoiced at Prince Arthas' triumphant return from Northrend, but their elation was not to last. Not long after Arthas knelt before King Terenas, the former paladin thrust Frostmourne into his father's heart. At the Lich King's command, the fallen prince went on to murder his mentor, Uther the Lightbringer, and claim Kel'Thuzad's remains. When Arthas had finished, Capital City, formerly one of humanity's crown jewels, had been reduced to a silent wasteland of death and despair.
The death knight Arthas then marched his ever-growing army of the undead into the forests of Quel'Thalas, slaughtering the elves in his path as he smashed through the gates of Silvermoon. Arthas laid claim to the legendary Sunwell, using its powers to raise Kel'Thuzad as a lich and leaving the high elven lands utterly devastated in his wake.
Kel'Thuzad in turn opened a gateway to usher in Archimonde, a powerful demon lord of the Burning Legion. Upon his arrival Archimonde declared that the Lich King's usefulness had reached an end. While Archimonde pursued the Legion's goals, Arthas traveled to the continent of Kalimdor. There he met and advised Illidan Stormrage, a powerful demon hunter whose interests aligned with those of the Lich King.
The Third War ended with Archimonde's demise, and Legion forces on Azeroth were scattered in the wake of his death. Arthas returned to Lordaeron, where he was assailed by painful visions that he learned were a sign of the Lich King's weakening power. The death knight journeyed back to Northrend and was confronted by an army of elves: survivors of the Scourge invasion of Quel'Thalas. The elves had joined forces with Illidan Stormrage in order to march on the Frozen Throne. The crypt lord Anub'arak arrived and guided Arthas into a series of ancient tunnels that allowed the pair to reach the Lich King quickly.
Arthas emerged from the subterranean caverns to face one final challenger barring his path: Illidan Stormrage, who had become a demon. Illidan engaged the death knight in single combat, Frostmourne clashing against Illidan's Twin Blades of Azzinoth. Ultimately the demon was left bloodied in the snow as Arthas advanced, undeterred by the voices of the past echoing in his head, warning him against the action he was about to take.
Some say that Arthas was still in control of his own actions when he ascended the steps of the Frozen Throne; others claim that he had been the Lich King's creature ever since taking up Frostmourne. Whatever the case, a single voice stood out in the death knight's mind as he reached the runic armor encased in ice. "Return the blade," commanded the Lich King. "Complete the circle. Release me from this prison!" With a roar, Arthas brought Frostmourne down, shattering the Frozen Throne. He then donned Ner'zhul's helm, sealing his union with the Lich King.
The Lich King waits now, scheming to lure adventurers down the same dark path that Arthas tread. Frostmourne hungers for the souls of both the brave and the foolish, and somewhere Ner'zhul's voice still echoes within the helm of the Lich King.
Now, we are one.
Chapter 1
The Curse of Ner'zhul
The elder shaman Ner'zhul was once among the greatest spiritual leaders of the orcs. Deceived by the demon Kil'jaeden, he set in motion the events that led to the orcs' corruption and the creation of the bloodthirsty Horde. Yet ultimately Ner'zhul refused to give his people fully to the demonic ranks of the Burning Legion.
The demon lord Kil'jaeden punished Ner'zhul for his defiance, destroying his aging body and torturing his spirit. The demon then offered Ner'zhul a final ultimatum: serve the Legion unconditionally or suffer eternal agony. With little other choice, Ner'zhul pledged to obey Kil'jaeden and was reborn as a terrifying and vastly powerful agent of the Legion – the Lich King.
Ner'zhul's spirit was magically shackled to a suit of ancient armor and bound to the mighty runeblade Frostmourne. To ensure Ner'zhul's obedience, Kil'jaeden sealed the armor and blade within a specially crafted block of ice collected from the far reaches of the Twisting Nether. This frozen crystal was then cast into the ripe and unsuspecting world of Azeroth, settling in the desolate, snowy wastes of Northrend.
Among the abilities bestowed upon the Lich King was lordship over death itself. From within his Frozen Throne, Ner'zhul summoned a number of undead to serve him and tested his army against the nerubians of Azjol-Nerub and their mighty spiderlord, Anub'arak. Although the War of the Spider raged for years, many nerubians who fell in battle quickly became bound to the Lich King's iron will. Anub'arak himself was eventually ambushed and slain, rising again to join Ner'zhul's ranks as a fearsome crypt lord.
The Lich King appeared to be faithfully serving his master, but he had in fact hatched a cunning and subversive plan. To that end, he created a small fissure in his prison, pushed Frostmourne through it, and directed his minions to carry the runeblade away from the Frozen Throne. Ner'zhul intended to use the sword as bait for a mighty champion: a loyal subject who would free him and serve as a vessel for his restless spirit. While Frostmourne was positioned to serve its future purpose, the Lich King dutifully proceeded with his demon master's true agenda...
Since arriving on Azeroth, the Lich King had been formulating an insidious plague of undeath, a terrifying disease meant to annihilate humanity and create an army faithful to the Burning Legion. To expedite the spread of this contagion, the Lich King recruited a powerful ally in the ambitious mage Kel'Thuzad, a senior member of Dalaran's ruling council.
Under the Lich King's watchful gaze, Kel'Thuzad created the Cult of the Damned, a group of humans to whom he promised social equality and eternal life on Azeroth. The cultists spread the plague throughout Lordaeron's northern villages, amassing a host of mindless undead. Kel'Thuzad looked upon the growing army and named it the Scourge, for at the Lich King's whim it would surely scour humanity from the face of the world.
The archmage Antonidas suspected that the undead plague was magical in origin, and so he sent the sorceress Jaina Proudmoore to the northlands to investigate. With her went Prince Arthas Menethil, only son of King Terenas. Jaina and Arthas tracked down and killed the Lich King's servant, Kel'Thuzad, but the necromancer's death failed to halt the rise of the Scourge. As the battle against the undead wore on, the prince's faith and patience began to wane.
Joined by the legendary paladin Uther the Lightbringer, Arthas and Jaina nevertheless arrived at the gates of Stratholme too late to stop the distribution of plague-ridden grain. Arthas realized that the innocent villagers would inevitably join the growing ranks of undead. He ordered Uther to purge the town and slaughter the civilians before they could become minions of the Scourge. When Uther refused, Arthas accused the veteran knight of treason and disbanded the Order of the Silver Hand. Uther and most of his remaining cavalry left the village in disgust, and Jaina, horrified by Arthas' decision, abandoned the prince as well.
Despite the loss of his supporting forces, Arthas carried out his plan, putting the city's innocents to the blade and burning every remaining structure to the ground. Something in Arthas snapped that day, and as he walked away from Stratholme, he left much of his humanity in the flaming ruins.
Chapter 2
The Claiming of Frostmourne
The prince then dedicated himself to stopping the Scourge at all costs. In time he traced the source of the plague to Northrend. With a heavy heart and steadfast determination, the prince set out for the snowy roof of the world. In Northrend Arthas was surprised to find an old friend, the dwarf Muradin Bronzebeard. Muradin had been searching for a blade renowned to have legendary powers: the blade called Frostmourne. Arthas resolved to seek out the enchanted blade and wield it against the Scourge. However, at Uther's urging, King Terenas soon recalled Arthas and his troops. Before the expedition could set sail for home, Arthas secretly hired indigenous mercenaries to burn the ships. Leading his troops to the ships, Arthas feigned surprise and ordered his bitterly disappointed soldiers to hunt down and kill the mercenaries.
Arthas then scoured the desolate wastes for what he believed was the key to his people's salvation. In time Muradin and Arthas discovered Frostmourne and read the foreboding inscription on its pedestal. The inscription warned that Frostmourne's wielder would indeed gain power eternal, but at a cost: "Just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit." Despite the warning and Muradin's protests, Arthas swore that he would pay any price to possess the blade.
At the prince's reckless urging, Frostmourne freed itself from the ice in which it was encased, in the process taking Muradin's life. Arthas seized the blade, which destroyed what little remained of his humanity. The prince could not have guessed that the Lich King was the blade's true master, nor could he have known that in addition to Kil'jaeden's enchantments, Frostmourne possessed an ability that had been bestowed by Ner'zhul: the ability to steal the souls of the living.
With Frostmourne in hand and a growing darkness in his heart, Arthas wandered into the frozen wastes to answer the call of his new master...
Chapter 3
Shattering the Frozen Throne
All of Lordaeron rejoiced at Prince Arthas' triumphant return from Northrend, but their elation was not to last. Not long after Arthas knelt before King Terenas, the former paladin thrust Frostmourne into his father's heart. At the Lich King's command, the fallen prince went on to murder his mentor, Uther the Lightbringer, and claim Kel'Thuzad's remains. When Arthas had finished, Capital City, formerly one of humanity's crown jewels, had been reduced to a silent wasteland of death and despair.
The death knight Arthas then marched his ever-growing army of the undead into the forests of Quel'Thalas, slaughtering the elves in his path as he smashed through the gates of Silvermoon. Arthas laid claim to the legendary Sunwell, using its powers to raise Kel'Thuzad as a lich and leaving the high elven lands utterly devastated in his wake.
Kel'Thuzad in turn opened a gateway to usher in Archimonde, a powerful demon lord of the Burning Legion. Upon his arrival Archimonde declared that the Lich King's usefulness had reached an end. While Archimonde pursued the Legion's goals, Arthas traveled to the continent of Kalimdor. There he met and advised Illidan Stormrage, a powerful demon hunter whose interests aligned with those of the Lich King.
The Third War ended with Archimonde's demise, and Legion forces on Azeroth were scattered in the wake of his death. Arthas returned to Lordaeron, where he was assailed by painful visions that he learned were a sign of the Lich King's weakening power. The death knight journeyed back to Northrend and was confronted by an army of elves: survivors of the Scourge invasion of Quel'Thalas. The elves had joined forces with Illidan Stormrage in order to march on the Frozen Throne. The crypt lord Anub'arak arrived and guided Arthas into a series of ancient tunnels that allowed the pair to reach the Lich King quickly.
Arthas emerged from the subterranean caverns to face one final challenger barring his path: Illidan Stormrage, who had become a demon. Illidan engaged the death knight in single combat, Frostmourne clashing against Illidan's Twin Blades of Azzinoth. Ultimately the demon was left bloodied in the snow as Arthas advanced, undeterred by the voices of the past echoing in his head, warning him against the action he was about to take.
Some say that Arthas was still in control of his own actions when he ascended the steps of the Frozen Throne; others claim that he had been the Lich King's creature ever since taking up Frostmourne. Whatever the case, a single voice stood out in the death knight's mind as he reached the runic armor encased in ice. "Return the blade," commanded the Lich King. "Complete the circle. Release me from this prison!" With a roar, Arthas brought Frostmourne down, shattering the Frozen Throne. He then donned Ner'zhul's helm, sealing his union with the Lich King.
The Lich King waits now, scheming to lure adventurers down the same dark path that Arthas tread. Frostmourne hungers for the souls of both the brave and the foolish, and somewhere Ner'zhul's voice still echoes within the helm of the Lich King.
Now, we are one.
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Event Planning / Sink the Harbour / Date changed please check out new
« on: November 06, 2008, 01:49:06 AM »
I received a report and some maps from a source of mine about a new deep water harbour,
well that what they call it any way, that the Alliance have built behind there capital City of Stromwind.
So I payed it a little visit and it is a worrying sight to witness.
I will do a full report on my journey and will also come up with a way to pay it a visit with a few Orcs to try to slow there production down and may be sink a few of their iron ships.
When I have gone over my notes I will post me maps and plan for a war band to pay them a visit.
((Provisionally booked for Week Sunday 16/11/08 about 8.00 server time what you all think))
NOTE NOW THE 11/11/08
well that what they call it any way, that the Alliance have built behind there capital City of Stromwind.
So I payed it a little visit and it is a worrying sight to witness.
I will do a full report on my journey and will also come up with a way to pay it a visit with a few Orcs to try to slow there production down and may be sink a few of their iron ships.
When I have gone over my notes I will post me maps and plan for a war band to pay them a visit.
NOTE NOW THE 11/11/08
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Event Planning / Teaching New Bloods.
« on: October 29, 2008, 01:32:14 AM »
21.00
Teaching New Bloods.
Claws will be around to teach any new bloods
and get them started on there path to becoming the Orc they should be.
(Any Orc welcome as long as they behave and contact me before Wednesday night.)
This will be my last time if there are no New Blood takers, just get together and have a chat (as normal)
Teaching New Bloods.
Claws will be around to teach any new bloods
and get them started on there path to becoming the Orc they should be.
(Any Orc welcome as long as they behave and contact me before Wednesday night.)
This will be my last time if there are no New Blood takers, just get together and have a chat (as normal)
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Game Related / DC
« on: October 22, 2008, 08:33:48 PM »
Can not get back into game.
Got DC and now I can not log.
Server still up ?
Got DC and now I can not log.
Server still up ?
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Event Planning / Teaching New Bloods.
« on: October 19, 2008, 10:51:30 PM »
21.00
Teaching New Bloods.
Claws will be around to teach any new bloods
and get them started on there path to becoming the Orc they should be.
(Any Orc welcome as long as they behave and contact me before Wednesday night)
Teaching New Bloods.
Claws will be around to teach any new bloods
and get them started on there path to becoming the Orc they should be.
(Any Orc welcome as long as they behave and contact me before Wednesday night)