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The Campfire / The end.
« on: May 02, 2008, 02:17:23 AM »
Kei,
awakes from another restless night’s sleep if it could be called that.
Bathed in a cold sweat.
She looked at her armour neatly folded at the side of her as always.
She looked at her tabard; the one she had worn for so long now it was a second skin to her.
Something had changed and it hit her hard.
Her mind was made up; she had to follow the path, the vision which was once the tribes.

Respect.
Respect all of your brothers and sisters no matter their standing within the tribe.
Respect of your enemy, for they follow their own believes no matter how twisted they may seem.
Respect all the beasts, big or small that pay with their lives to put food on the table.

All have their part to play in the great scheme of life.

Honour.
Honour the fallen.
Honour those who have come before and have given their time and blood for the tribe.

Discipline.
Do as you have been told and when you are told, a well disciplined tribe is an unstoppable force.
But above all do what is right for yourself, and remember no one Orc is worthy of blind following.

All are words that she believed in but are now long forgotten.
She could no longer just follow the war monger blindly the tribe was more, much more.
All that had been done by her for the good of the tribe, although it now came easy for some to say what did she do.

Battle after battle was all that the tribe was becoming from inside as well as from its enemies outside, no time for the good days of rest and talk, fires and parlay, happy times, good times.
In these new days; the days which were becoming known as the days of war to her,.
Now was the time to go and speak to her Lord Thrall and tell him her decision then to confront the Chieftain, this was going to be the hardness task she has ever had to face alone, to battle the Chieftain was her only way out.





((The OOC stuff)).
The reasons why.
I have been here since well a long time, before most of you here no matter what names you go by now.
I worked from the bottom to the top on my own merit without any leg ups.
It is time for me to move on.
I’m really sorry it has come down to this.
I do not wish to leave the tribe but circumstances now dictate that I do.
This tribe which over the time has became more than just a game to me it became my world.
I have spent far too much time in this world more than I should, always worrying about what was around the next corner for the tribe living the life of Claws.
The tribe is changing in a way I cannot see I have any part to play anymore.

I’m not going to point fingers here if others wish too then fine.
I do hope the tribe keeps on doing what it does and I bear no grievance with any here.
Stick with Koz he will need all the support he can get now.
But Koz please remember it is not all about events it is about being there to be part of a community that you wish to be in, or you will become just another pvp guild.

I have had some real great times with you bunch of reprobates which I will remember for a long, long time.
Special thanks to those people who were always there for me even when I was bending their ears and giving them a hard time with my own take and views on matters which meant such a lot to me.

Akesha, The boss the original Blade and his/her vision that brought this force together.
Oznack, Vargukha, Rehbande, The bricks who would always listen and try to steer me, who have always been there when I have been down.
Kozgugore,  Whose events have been a privilege to be part of.
Azuril, For the great work on these sites
Vlog, For his own take on what a Orc should be.
Ghook, Who never said much apart from “where is the Beer” but when he did he hit the right notes.
Yorla, Her of many disguises, (how she kept track of her characters will always be a mystery to me), her RP ideas became an inspiration to me, and working with her to bring them to the tribe was as much fun as doing them.
Dogar and Tirnak, Yes even you who’s words of wisdom more often than they should of, perhaps fell on deaf ears.
Choohan
Glenlor
Griesh
Gruulg
Moggrash
Nazhra
Drakash
Greggar
Halnok
Karak

The list goes on and on and I’m sorry if I have missed you off.
Perhaps you will see me moving around doing my own thing, stop me and talk I do not bite that hard.

Good luck in all that you do.

Goodbye. :-* :'( :-[

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The Campfire / The chest.
« on: February 26, 2008, 05:52:42 PM »
Kei awoke from her light sleep with a start.
Her hand moved around the worn handle of her dagger ready to strike.
She searched the darkness but she knew deep down nobody was there it was the same nightmare that had awoke her again.
The same nightmare she had been having for the last few weeks.
Bathed in sweat she laid back down on her cot, not wishing to go back to sleep.

The day started with its normal red glow to the sky and the sound from the traders setting up there stalls.
Kei sat up and looked at her light armour it was her turn to do the rounds of the city, her turn again to patrol, it seemed it was always her turn.
“I’m sure that Overlord is fixing them roster logs” she said to her self, not in the best of moods.

She stopped and looked at her wolf mask on the cabinet beside the cot.
Lifting it of the stand she turned it over and over in her hands.
Something was wrong something had changed she could not put her finger on it but there was a change in the air.
She sat on the edge of the cot for what seemed like hours not moving but starring at her wolf helm.
She finally dropped the helm to the floor and her gaze moved to the iron bound chest at the foot of her cot.

It was old very old.
Rust pitted the iron bands running around it, the lock looked like it would drop at the slightest touch.
But she knew what looked like a simple lock was way beyond her skills or any body else’s she knew to open it with out the key, no force would be strong enough to open it with out the key.

The key.
She fingered an old thong which was bound around her neck, it was made of leather which had long lost its colour, tied to it was that key.
“You will know when the time is right to open the chest and not before”.
Her fathers’ words to her rang in her head.
Was now that time?

Her hands felt clammy as she removed the key from her neck with a pull of the thong.
It took no effort to snap the thong.
How could that be it had been around her neck for years now why had it snapped so easily now.
She moved the key towards the lock which started to glow a faint blue, hesitating she pulled back from the lock, sweat now ruing down her neck over her naked body.
She knew that she must finish what she had started she knew that now was that time to open the chest.

Kei once again offered the key up to the lock, expecting a magical shock of some sort she slipped the key into the lock, no shock came.
The lock pulsed blue as she turned the key there was a soft click as it sprang open like a new lock, it fell to the floor where it rusted away to nothing before her eyes.

“Well I can’t stop now I guess”, Kei thought to her self.
Lifting the lid slowly on what felt like new well oiled hinges she peered into the chest.
There was a dark green leather covering the contents of the box, strange leather she could not identify.
Lifting the cover and laying it on the ground next to the chest she looked in to the chest.
Two blades crossed over each other, with a glow from within the metal they were made of.
She removed the blades from the chest and noticed they had no weight to them.
They had a strange glove like arrangement; she placed her hand into one of the gloves and was thrown back from the chest into the wall behind her.
She frantically struggled to remove the glove from her hand but it would not come off, it was as if it had fused to her hand.
As she calmed her self down from the initial shock she noticed it felt comfortable, it felt as if it was meant to be there it felt like part of her arm.
She looked at it the blades where thin, far thinner then any weapon she had seen before, but they where strong and sharp.
She tested the edge on one of her bed legs and it cut deep removing the wooden leg which gave no resistance it was like cutting hot wax.
The bed crashed to the floor now on three legs.
A grin spread across Kei’s face.
Now she was calm thinking of the enemy she could easily dispatch with them, and with that calmness she found she was able to slide her hand from the glove as easily as she had put it on.
She placed it with the other blade and looked into the chest once again.

There was a full set of green armour made from the same strange leather which had covered the contents to the chest.
It was light and supple but felt like it would have the stopping power of full plate.
Removing it from the box piece by piece she laid it out on the floor.
At the bottom of the chest wrapped up in a dark cloak was a helm.
A helm the likes she had never seen before.
She removed the cloak and helm from the confines of the chest.
Kei laid them down with the rest of the armour looking at it for a long time.
The chest decayed into a pile of dust as if its time on this world was over.

“Well its now or never I guess” she said to herself.
Picking up the pants she inspected them more closely, they would be a tight close fit no room for undergarments a fact that she welcomed with a wide grin she got her self dressed into the armour piece by piece.

It fit like a second skin, tight in the right places but it gave her a freedom she had not known before while wearing armour, it felt warm but not hot like other leather did.
She bent down and picked up the helm, it was then she saw it had no eye sockets, how could she see with that on.
She held it up to her face holding it just inches from her eyes, she could see right through the leather as if it was not there.
It had no straps to hold it in place just cut outs where her ears would go through.
She put it on and was amazed how secure it was.
Her eyes focused more clearly to her surroundings her vision and hearing senses became more acute.
The room began to spin Kei fell to her knees what had she done her mind was in turmoil, she blacked out. 

She was standing in a large chamber in front of her was a throne made of bone sitting on the throne was a large orc with deep red set eyes.
“Why Kei why”.
She stared at the orc who looked at her with a toothy grin.
“Why, why what?” is all she could stammer.

“Why are you quick to anger, why do you not let them in?”
“Who, what are you, let who in?” Kei found she could not look at the orc any more it made her sad to do so.
“I’m the embodiment of the orc sprit, I have many names I’m held in what you wear Kei”.
 “You can and will be more then what you are Kei if only you reach out for it, but first you have to temper you own sprit open your heart and soul”.
The chamber started to shake Kei felt her self falling to the floor.

“Kei! Kei you in there, ya going ta miss ya patrol Kei you up yet?”
Kei woke up from her nightmare with a start the same night mare she had been having for weeks.

“I’m coming ya peon keep ya ead in ya bucket”.
She jumped out of her cot, a cot that for some reason was only rested on three legs.
At the side of the cot on the floor neatly folded was a suit of green armour, “What the?” with two crossed blades, she turned to the cabinet beside the cot on the stand was a green helm and not her normal wolf helm.


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Event Planning / Escort service
« on: February 04, 2008, 01:41:12 PM »
If any Orc of level 55 and below wishes to have the presence of a higher level accompany them for quests or items, they are after then book it up into events calendar, saying where they wish to go.
Do not expect me or others to drop what we are doing if you have not booked an event before hand.
I hope others will follow and offer there services as well.
If there are a few who are all trying to get the same quest / item then by all means add your name to the list.

This is not a boosting service.

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Game Related / You need 4 correct answers to pass.
« on: January 17, 2008, 11:32:13 AM »
Dug this up from my post.
See how you boys and girls do.
You need 4 correct answers to pass.
Answer will be posted later.

(Passing requires 4 correct answers unless your a lock then if you get any right you pass) ;)

1) How long did the Hundred Years War last?
2) Which country makes Panama hats?
3) From which animal do we get cat gut?
4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?
5) What is a camel's hair brush made of?
6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?
7) What was King George VI's first name?
8,) What colour is a purple finch?
9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?
10) What is the colour of the black box in a commercial airplane?

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Game Related / Swearing
« on: January 07, 2008, 12:25:35 PM »
This has been brought up before but just a reminder to the newer members who may not be aware of it.

Swearing will not be tolerated on the open Chat.
That being Guild Chat, Say, Yell or Raid.
Do not show your ignorance by doing it.
You may think that the word you are using is mild but to others it may not be so.
If you cannot talk with out swearing then say nothing or do what others do compromise with an alterative word.
What you say in whisper is up to you as an individual as long as it does not offend the recipient of the whisper.
Remember there are younger people on the servers lets not drag ourselves down.


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Off Topic / All I want for Chirstmas is?
« on: December 19, 2007, 01:15:36 PM »
Well what do ya all want.
Koz is buying meet him out side the AH and tell him in ya best Orc suit.
Ya come for ya prezzey. ::)



((This was not posted by Claws I'm only prentending to be her Honest  ::) :-\ )).

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Game Related / A real good Orc
« on: December 17, 2007, 11:14:23 AM »
Wishing all you Orcs and your alter ego’s ((Human side))
A Happy Christmas.
Hope you get what you have been asking for.

And if you do not then you must have been a real good Orc at some time. :D

Claws. 
Ak-  Kei.

((Carol))

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Off Topic / Words of wisdom.
« on: December 12, 2007, 02:09:28 PM »
This is the place for words of wisdom. 
((Fun Place taken from old site and reposted))


Come on Orcs give us ya words of wisdom to guide us all in our lives.

Such as this one from the Oracle known as Ghook. 

To not bite ghostflies in a ghostwolf form, because it is considered impolite. 

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The Campfire / Tatty old leather book
« on: December 11, 2007, 02:20:07 PM »
Out on patrol again it was always Kei’s lot to take out the young ones to patrol the near by villages.
It was an early spring morning they had just got out side the gates to Orgrimmar when Kei noticed a tatty old leather bond book lying in the dirt.
Picking it up she opened it and was amused to find it was a journal which belong to one of the gate wardens Kelg.
A lot of the pages had been ripped out and used for purposes she did not wish to think about and others were totally unreadable.

“This should be entertaining and may be I might even find some information which could be of use to me” she quietly snickered to her self.

“Oy Orcs carry on I will catch you up along the road and may be I surprise ya so be alert and ready” she shouted to the patrol she was leading, “Grim take the lead and think of it as ah test for ya”.

She made her way to an out crop of rocks and climbed into the middle of them out of site of any that may pass.

She laid down placing one arm behind her head for support and started to read the journal.

Day 231
I’m on main gate again sure the captain got it in for me since I got caught with his daughter, not the best place ta be if any come calling.
Nothing going on just the normal coming and going with the exception of our Lord Thrall went out at sun up with a patrol of them elite Orcs he keeps around him.
They get all the best grub and armour and stuff, when will it be my turn I can fight as well as any of dem.

Day 235
A lot of them flappy types came through the gates today they say there our brothers in arms, don’t trust um they up to no good I say.
Always looking down there long faces at us, whose land is this any ways should string um all up by their ears for the buzzards ta eat.
Got in ta bit of bother with the captain again ta day not my fault did not see the little gobo trying ta get in ta the city as I opened the gate should not of been standing behind it.
Took me ages ta clean up the mess, never thought that much could come out of a little squashed gobo.

Day 236
Some things up lot of me brothers and sisters fighting out side da city practice they tell me for the big push.
We Orcs like ta fight with them Troll types they easy ta smash.
Had a close call today one of them zep thing err ma jigs crashed and got stuck in the front entrance had ta burn it out to get it moved should of told the gobo engineers ta move out first I fink but shit happens.

Day 237
Seen dat she orc again to day made me go weak at me knees the way she wears her armour does not leave much to me fin-kings should not be allowed still it did brighten up me day, all dat flesh squashed into that armour, bah better go take a quick dip in the river.

Day 238
Been given ah 2 day pass caught me a hummey trying ta sneak in da gate.
Would have got in as well if I had not been so alert.
Well alert and ah bit lucky was doing what comes naturally after a night out with me mates and 15 mugs of dat dolfs ale, did not know he was hiding in the corner till he screamed out not sure if he screamed because of what he saw or that he was wizzed on, lucky for him it was not a hour earlier or he would have been a bit more messy opps here comes the captain.

Day 240
Ahh me poor ead it urts.

Day 241
It seems dat hummey I caught waz ah spy and that after he talked due to threat of being sat in da wizz barrel told the bosses the hummeys where coming so we have all been given new shinny weapons, got me ah big axe.

Day 242
Da hummeys came today at sun rise waz not worth getting out of me bed for did not last long.
Got into trouble again for throwing me new axe away it was no good it bent when I whacked me first hummey bet it was made by one of them flappys they got no idea how to make ah good axe.
Did better with me bare fist oh and ah hummey leg fink I might keep it to hang over me bed just in case they try to give me another one of the flappy axes.

The journal jumped a few pages which had been removed.

Day 263
Me Lord Thrall is back came in da gate shouting out his orders ta call out the guard glad I was on gate duty or I would be on me way to what they call da Outlands with the rest of them being ah gate Walden does have is good points after all.
The captain did not look to happy, saw him turn back to me with ah face like ah slapped hog as he marched down da road with the rest of them.
Perhaps a visit to the captain’s daughter is in order tonight.

Day 264
Bah honest not my Orcling wrong colour hair now I know why da Captain been given me funny looks and hard time.
Always knew she was ah bad one.

Day 265
Saw da Red Blade tribe ride out of da gates ta night like they where being chased by a dragon.
Now dats ah tribe ta be part of strong and honourable.
Lead by a big hunter I fink cause he had one of deem big wolves ruing with him and pig sticker strapped to his back.
Last one out was ah she Orc who just laughed at me would not like ta cross that one that’s for sure.
A Sly smirk spread across Kei faces as she carried on reading from the journal.
When me days are done with da city guard I going ta see what it takes to join that tribe.

Day 266
Dem stinky Trolls from the empire of some thing or other stirring up trouble again they need ta be told whose place dis is.
What with them thieves also showing there faces in the drag again about time they where all frown out the city.
Give the city back to us Orc I say, well may be the cow men and ladies can come in but not them others, get feed up picking up bones and things that keep dropping of them dead ones.


Day 267
Spoke to one of them Orcs from the Red Blades today asked what I need ta do ta join them told to seek out some orc called Kozzey or some think like that.

Kei stretched out her arms and let out a long yawn looking up to the sky she saw the sun was already past its midday point in the sky.
“Bah have ta finish this later”, she stuffed the journal into her pack and in one move was sitting astride her war mount.
“Now which way did that lot go?”

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Odds & Ends / The Journal of Kei
« on: December 10, 2007, 12:57:13 PM »
The Journal of Kei

((Only read if you or bored goes on a bit taken from old postings))


A Trusted Blade by your side.
It his here that my story starts.
Thrall needed to lessen the burden on his self and in powered his personal body guard Nazgrel to aid him in the running in the day to day maters of the now vast Orc Empire.

Nazgrel became trusted and much liked by the Horde and even respected by the Humans for his Honor both on and off the field of battle.
He lived by his own code which was looked upon by some with strange amusement for that of a great warrior.

1.   Be selective in your prey do not kill for the love of killing that only takes you down the path of the berserkers and once again to the doors of the Legion.
2.   Be wary of all whom use the dark arts especially the warlocks for it was these that plunged our kind into the service of the Legion.
3.   Trust is built upon time, trust once and see what develops from that trust.
4.   Never look down on an Orc of lower station we all started there even the greatest of our warriors and leaders.
5.   And above all nether ever take the blood of an orc unless he is your mortal enemy.

In time Nazgrel took an Orc wife Teku who he had rescued from a Human raiding party among the hills of the Barrens.
Teku was of a wild character which drew Nazgrel to her, not knowing a family and only a handful of trusted friends, she was street wise living in the back alleys of Alliance and Horde town’s coming and going as she liked an Orc of great stealth known to her few friends as Ghost.
The marriage was how ever short lived as she could not live the life of Nazgrel within the confines of the Horde city.
She left Nazgrel with great reluctance and on good terms and vowed to return to him when she felt she could settle down.
Nazgrel was torn between the Horde nation and his love for his wife but could not leave the Horde but understood his wife’s dilemma has he too had a deep longing for the open tundra again.
He provided for all her needs and gave to her a great wealth so she would not need for any thing and also two loyal blade warriors as her personal body guard.
 
Unbeknown to Nazgrel, Teku was with child when the final day of her departure came and she vowed that she would not revile this to him has it would tear Nazgrel apart having to then decide between the Horde and his now extended family.
She made her retainers swear a blood oath not to revile her secret, but in return had to swear as part of that oath to let the knowledge be known to the off spring when he / she came of age of its heritage as well as Nazgrel his self.

And now that brings me to my life so far.
I was brought up not knowing my heritage.
I was known as Claws because of my fast and unyielding way of battle (although this is not my given name).
Always being kept away from others to keep my identity from becoming knowledge to the Humans whom would go to any lengths to get hold of the child of one of there greatest adversaries.
Except for the company of my mother’s retainers whom came to be my tutors and closest friends taught me all they could about the way of the blade and bow my only other company were the teachers brought in from around the known world to instruct me in the ways of diplomacy and commerce.
At the coming of age was told the story of my heritage which came as a great shock to me, always believing that I was just an unwanted illegitimate child of some noble and not the wanted child of some Great warrior in the personal ranks of the greatest of all warlords Thrall.
After many days of soul searching I went to my mother telling her that I wished to be known to my farther and would go to him in the Horde city which she agreed as her blood oath had dictated.
On my departure she came to me and gave me two wonders blades both which had belong to Nazgrel him self and would be the proving my blood line.
And told me of the unwritten code of honor which my farther lived by and which I should endeavor to live by with a few added on from her.

1.   Be selective in your prey do not kill for the love of killing that only takes you down the path of the berserkers and once again to the doors of the Legion.
2.   Be wary of all whom use the dark arts especially the warlocks for it was these that plunged our kind into the service of the Legion.
3.   Trust is built upon time, trust once and see what develops from that trust.
4.   Never look down on an Orc of lower station we all started there even the greatest of our warriors and leaders.
5.   And above all nether ever take the blood of an orc unless he is your mortal enemy.
6.   Remember not all have the luxury of your up bringing and are thrown into there destiny some willing to be, some not so willing but just carried along by circumstance.
7.   Trust in your blade and your own skills do not rely on others to come to your aid.
8.   And keep your identity safe from those whom would show you harm.

                                             I ‘m known as
                                                        Claws

And yet my life story is not yet done I can often be seen sitting with my father and the elite guards, and even some times Thrall his self being told of great battles long forgotten in the history of our great nation but not in the hearts and minds of our great of warriors.
And when sitting there I see in the eyes of my father the longing for once again the simple life and being reunited with his wife and love Teku.



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