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*trying to hide bulge in pants* " Nice boo..... drums!"

Slap.
peasant

 
Poor peon.
Nice

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91C_wS09Wsw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSeeD34aJK8

Sister got talent

Not saying any more

Wow Sadok
There some golden oldies there.
Even I looked slimmer then. 
Nice post and trip down memory lane when the tribe was a different breed.

[Claws]

Claws,
but in the end your... insanity (yes, I said it) was the thing that, strangely enough, kept Koz in check back in the days. I have this secret fantasy that despite both Koz and Claws are now somewhat out of the picture, they will still be found around a campfire in the future muttering and complaining to one another about everything and everyone around them.

Spoiler: Just like that • show

INSANITY HOW DARE YOU. 
You do not know how close you are LOL.
All the best Matt.

P.S.
which one are you Statler and Waldorf.

To be honest I sent this as a PM to Koz but then I thought to hell why hide it, it is what, what it is
My own perspective on one of the best RP'S out there who kept himself true to his Toon.


Koz I do not know what to say.
I’m literally crying with sadness.
All those years ago when I interviewed you to join the Tribe who thought you would end up as the head Orc for so long.
We have both been at the top of the tribe you longer then any other so you must of been doing something right.
We had our moments both been at logger heads with each other.
I know what pain and sorrow you must be feeling deep down it is hard to step back from what has been a major part of your life for so long even though you may try to hide it others may not understand this.
The amount of time spent behind the scenes is a drain and even if you deny this now deep down you will miss it all believe me I know.
For me it took over my life to the point of obsession it changed my RL outlook and my RL character I became the mean short tempered Orc my toon was.
But you were the one who brought me down to earth with a bump, and at the time I would of ripped your head of given the chance, but now I thank you for it.
Those who may have been around in them days will understand my meaning but I guess there are not many that would.
It hurts big time being well I will say it politely so as not to inflame some Orc “Asked to step down” out of the blue after so much you have put in even when towards the end you do become more” UNREACHABLE” due to commitments else were.

Sure we had our bad times but they were outweighed by the good times.
I can remember when the Tribe nearly split many moons ago and we both decided to take a break from all the back stabbing etc, and went to play Conan or some other new game think that only lasted 2 weeks however WOW was under our skin.

Claws will miss the Old Grumpy Sod.
Carol will miss the real Koz.
Where does this leave Claws now Koz and may be 1 or 2 others were / are the only Orc’s left who show her the respect for what she once was for so many years.
Is there room to follow your run into the forest once again like the two young blood hungry Orc they both were so many years ago.
Good luck with all you do Koz old friend.

This post is almost a copy of past posts.
This has happened more than once and it always seems to happen after a big game add-on.
Right back to the very first one Burning Blade.
People logged on with the “I MUST HAVE THE PURPLE GEAR” or Purple fever as we knew it then, attitude and then when they have got it decided what else was there.
So they ether joined a new group where they could use them items in dungeons etc.
Or they gave up WOW because as far as they were concerned they had completed the game.
And it seems it is still the same to this day.
Well the answer is RP you would not be on the realm if that is not what you wanted would you?
Or have those days gone now as well boy I’m getting old.

I myself have not been fully active within the tribe for well over a year now, but I have always been online with my Toon at least 2 -3 times a week.
Watching and doing my own thing.
The amount of times I have stood next to another Blade and they have just completely blanked me is unbelievable.
Also the amount of times I have turned up at events only to move on because of the lack of inclussion.
This would never of happen in the past , and before you say why have you not spoken to them, well that comes down to my Toon and how I have played her from day 1 not that is many here now who would even know her.
And it would take too long to write down her make up here but she is a sweet girl when you get to know her.  (What was that Koz).  
May be my own fault.
But any way I move from the point I'm trying to make RP is the Blades and any situation can be RP.
If you see a Blade you do not know then just say “I know the colours but I do not know the face who are you” and there you go your RP’ing.
I can understand and in fact know where Koz is coming from I have had many hours talking / arguing with him about the same thing many times over the years.  

So what I’m really saying is just stay at it but try to get out of the little sub groups that seem to be around now.
Mix it up.
You are ALL Blades and the best RP is the unplanned RP.

The orcale has spoken.  


P.s.
I have said this before not to long ago in the thread that Koz is refuring to second post down .
COUGH.

Greetings Kozgugore and fellow brothers and sisters of the tribe I trust this letter finds you all well.
The reason for this letter is as follows.
I would like to bring to your attention a Young Orc it has become my privilege to be friend.
She goes by the name of Orrag Sweet Water.
Sweet water is the name she has taken from her adopted father.
She hales from the southern island which we have come to be known as Pandaria.
Her parents were explorers of some renown whom she knew very little of. 
They sadly meet there deaths in a great storm off our southernmost coast line were upon she found herself washed up and alone on the beaches of Pandaria.
She herself was taken in at a very young age by a Shado-pan monk whom trained her in the ways of fighting which is strange to say the least but very effective.
Her life was peaceful and serene until it was shattered by the appearance of the Alliance scum, and shortly after by Hellscream’s minions to whom she has no regard, seeing him as a blood thirsty tyrant bent on his own whims.
I know I take great risk in putting this down on parchment for me and her but needs must.

I would ask of you Koz and the tribe to take her under your wing so to speak and show her the ways of the Orc to which she has little knowledge.
I seek no favouritism not that I’m sure she would receive any “wink”
She is by her very nature a soft and well-mannered Orc and I hope that not too much of myself has rubbed off on her.
Do not take that softness to be her weakness if any think it is her greatest strength she is a quick and able theorist she can take a look at most situations and dissect them.

She knows nothing of this letter and I wish to keep it that way.
My reasons are I have become very fond of the young Orc and to be honest I see her as the daughter I never had, and do not wish to be seen as meddling in her life.
I ask you as a personal favour to approach the young Orc and invite her into your ranks I realise more than most that is not the normal way but I do this as I wish her to have a good and steady upbringing something I cannot offer her myself.
I wish her to understanding right from wrong and to fight with all her heart and soul when it is called for.
And well to be frank about it I do not wish her to go to any other tribe but the one I know and trust with my life.

Best regards.
Kei.

Although you be Grumpy old Orc even more Grumpy and old then before.
You have got wisdom in your words.
Perhaps it is time for me to return to the tribe I will give this some thought.
Untill then good hunting.
Keep your blade sharp and ya ead on ya shoulders.

Greetings Koz hope you and the family are doing alright.

It has been a great while since I have put quill to parchment or rather since I got my Goblin servant to do so as I tell him what to wright at least I hope he is righting what I say any way.
I was deeply shocked and I could not believe my ears when I visited a camp fire.
There was a number of Orc’s who now wear the tribe cloth none of which I knew but they wear the cloth which is good enough for me to at least speak.
However I was shocked at the lack of respect shown to the tribe and its members.
Since when has it become right for Orc of the tribe to call all within the tribe traitor.
I know times are hard within the nation as a whole but has it got so bad that brother and sister can call the tribe traitor.
Has all that is true to us, or should I say was true to us as a tribe now have no meaning.
What has the tribe come to?

Claws.

Hi Akesha.   

Yes I'm still here the bane of the tribe, although I admit I do not participate much if at all with the tribe.
I can count on one hand the number I know here now.
Koz is his normal grumpy self happy and always busy self.
WOW keeps me out of trouble.
Yes even me. 

To be honest it early days yet and time will tell.
But I'm not sure if I like the talents now.
There is not enough to make you different in your make up.
I think it will all come down to your items.
Only one that I think has scored is the warlock.
I would like to hear others thoughts.

Shaman can turn into elemental wolf not sure about pet.

Hehehehe
Nice one.
A Orc on a horse who she pinch that from.

Nice one Sakareth. 

Ahh who is it.

Claws took out her tatted journal as her head hit the bundle of old leather armour used as a pillow.
She opened the pages, old and fading running her fingers over the words on the parchment.
Written on the first few pages in her blood now a deep dark brown colour faded over time.
Her Personal oath of honour, which she has stayed true to all her fighting life.
Her oath to the tribe.
Her code of battle.
Her own lament.
Those within the ranks of the tribe that have proven their abilities in battle and stood shoulder to shoulder with me in battle will carry my unquestioning respect from the afterlife; the rest will have to earn it.
An old sock fell out from the pages which brought a smile to her face “Oz when did you sneak that in here”?
She held the sock for a while she noticing the smell had final gone and placed it back into the journal.

“Were where they all now Oz, Varg, Reh, Akesha, Yorla, Ghook, Kaz, had you all finally made your way to the afterlife?” “I will not be much longer here dear friends”.
A solitaire tear ran down her cheek, something that had not happened for many years.
She could count on her two scared hands now the Orc she counted as her friends, ones she had gone into battle with and bleed with and still walked the Great Plains.
From the hundreds listed in the tribal journals there were only a few still alive.
“Perhaps I’m the last of the original tribe, Bah ya getting soft old girl in ya age”, a smile returned to her face.

She read on turning page after page, stories of valour, stories of conflict within the tribe as well as outside the tribe, the visions of Akesha, her own visions.
Report after report, names of the fallen, some names she no long recognized.
Reports that brought a fit of laughter, a crude picture of Koz being dragged along the ground by a Ram.
“Oh Yes the Ram saga” she let out the laugh, he had tried to race a ram many moons ago at some festival, his look of pure rage as he hit the poor ram for dumping him on the ground,
She remembered his sulking for days after and him telling her not to say a word to any other Orc,
“Bah not natural for any Orc ta ride a Dolf beast anyways” was his last words on the matter as he strolled of to sulk some were alone.

She read on and came to some pages which had stuck together.
Carefully separating the pages she started to read what had all most faded to nothing.


Brothers and Sisters.

Who are we? I ask you again Who are we?
We are the Red Blades of The Horde.
Not a bunch of rabble at each others throat.
I say again
We take our name’s from some of the greatest fighters ever known within the realms, some of us even carry the same weapons past down from generations of battle hardened Orc.
We are the ultimate fighters of the Horde.
We use any weapon that comes to hand or mind.
We are pure tuned fighting machines.
We are muscle and stamina with the will to live and beat your enemy into total submission.
We will put our lives down for the protection of others within our tribe.
Not needlessly throwing our lives away but with calculating minds knowing that one sacrifice can turn the tide of battle, or save the lives of many.
We follow the orders of our captains and leaders with total devotion, waiting for the time to carry out the job we were breed for to strike hard and fast.
We have no time for the ceremony of battle let them that can throw up there great walls of totems do that, let them that can draw down the curses of the abyss do that.
We let the enemy see there own deaths coming for them head on, by bow, blade or unarmed flesh it does not matter only victory matters.
We live for war and the blood lust that infuses us.
We are the Horde death reincarnate.
Loyalty to Lord Thrall and to the tribe will never be tolerated or be an issue.


She remembered starting to writing this speech many seasons past at a time when moral within the tribe was low.
Even Thrall had gone on a long walk to find his self.
She had never finished it due to upheaval with in the tribe a time when Koz and her self had walked away from the tribe for a short time to reflect on the ensuing chaos.
It was during the time of Akesha’s self-imposed absence from the tribe Koz was left to control the tribe.
Wide riffs threatening to tear the tribe apart started to appear.
A plan was drawn up between the officers of the tribe, “There was only Koz and myself no others would stand up and be counted”, they were hard days.
How times had changed.
It was thought that the tribe could form into factions let the Orc decide on what faction the he or she wished to be part of.
It was a good plan a good idea.
But chaos grew out of this idea.
Faction started fighting faction personal battles ensued; Koz came down with a firm hand and quashed the chaos and a few heads.
This was all old history now but none the less history that may be one day should be placed in the records of the great halls.
She had written this speech to try to rally the tribe back together.
Perhaps now would be a good time to read the speech.
To bring the tribe back together to go out once again as a tribe and claim what is rightfully ours. Not as individuals but as the

                                                              Red Blades


Claws started to drift off to sleep as thoughts raced through her mind.
Battle that is all she had known.
She was tired of the battle, the blood, and the deaths of many old friends.
She had learned to keep apart from the tribe not to get to close to any within the tribe in the fear of losing them and once again being left alone.
Yes she had been ridiculed for this but what are a few words thrown at her for sitting off from the tribe “Water of a ducks back” as the humans would say.

It was her way.

Claws way.