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Not sure what MOD site you use but I like a lot of others here use curse the most.
http://wow.curse.com

Keep them coming.
Nice.

Pretty sure this was done on old site.
But things have changed with new versions etc:
Will have a look on old site and see if it can be found.

Classic

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVpg7nWXk8Q


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eW8JHLwhtrk&feature=related

Thanks Koz was going to go looking myself later but you saved me the trouble

Bah just your imagination.


Nice yarn.

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?”

“Well here we are again Koz are we going in?”
Koz let out a low rumbling moan his great wolf mount seemed also to be on edge.
Above the two Orcs stood the massive wood gates which lead back in to there home of Orgrimmar.
“You still of mind to turn away from your adopted home and the tribe then Koz?”
Again a deep rumbling moan came from Koz.
Kei sat in silence for a sort time looking at the gates.

“Has this last week been for nothing do ya not feel any different towards them?”
“They are lazy self centred and un-loyal to the tribe Kei, there only care is of new plunder not the bounds of the old tribe that made us what we are”.
“Aye they are all that and more Koz, but we can not just pack up and go we are to loyal to the tribe and what it stands for”.
“We are the caretakers until such time as the Matriarch returns at least, they would be leader less and would fall easy prey to others that have axes to bury in their backs”.
Kei let out a long sigh.
“Bah it was an easier life just being a Blade, now we are back at the gates it is as if the weight of them gates are back on our shoulders, trying ta keep them lot from cutting each others throats have we done the right think Koz by giving them what they asked for, there own power base to work from, or have we slammed a wedge into the side of the tribe only time will tell”.
“Aye lass time will tell, I bet ya ah weeks worth of grog we have not even been missed”. Koz replied.
“Ya know I have not removed my tabard for many a battle but it does not sit with me to wear it again Koz”, Said Kei with a look of sorrow and dejection on her face.
“Humpf” was the only answer Koz gave.
“I will not put my tabard back on until the return of the Matriarch or I can once again wear it with pride”.
“Umm not sure that would be right Kei it is our badge to be worn at all times”.
“Aye Koz but to wear it at this moment does not stir any thing in my blood”.
Koz turned his head too the ground and his shoulders dropped.
“Aye lass but you are officer and ya must show others the path and what message does it give to go against our own laws I do not want to have to force ya to wear it but the law is the law”.
It was Kei turn to grunt her reply.

There was a loud cough from one of the large city guard which flanked the gates as he stepped forward a mighty war axe easy carried in massive hands.
“Greetings Blades good ta have ya back with us”.
“Oh and why is that”, grumbled Koz “Do I owe ya gold or some fink?”
A wicked grin spread across kei’s face as the guard took a step back from Koz.
“Nah nothing like that, you have been away a while haven’t you”.
“Ya not heard those pink skins and there hell spawned alliance is moving on one of our base camps in the flappy forest and we have been ordered to drive them back”.
Kei turned to Koz and saw once again a burning light returning back to his dark eyes.
A knowing smile spread across Kei’s face.

“Well Koz do we go in and see what awaits us it could be glory or it could be a death worthy of a Red Blade”.
“Do we continue the battles with in the tribe and knock the lazy peons into shape or die trying?”
“Aye lass we do that I got a battle to get sorted” Koz slapped his gloved hand on the side of his battle wolf.
The wolf reared on its hide legs nearly knocking a party of Troll’s over as it pounded forward.
“Oy ye Blades fink ya own the road”.
“Aye,” shouted Kei “and don’t ya forget it”.

“Come on Kei work to be done”.
“Yes Overlord work to be done”.
They both charged into the city gates cheering and shouting like demented blood crazed wolves.
They were back home.
For now.

Once I'm allowed to enter it that is, hehe.

No keep the riff raff out 


((Opps cant get in my self so scrap last comment )

Aye was not too bad though only out numbered about 6 to 1.
but still took some with us to the GY.

[<3]

<3

Will you lot stop pasting elephant dankly bits.

A shame that we didn't let them besiege Splintertree, would have been fun. I think.

They did.
Sneeky lot we was just about ta start a fire for a talk and they rushed us.

and if your a New Blood, we can fix that the same way as Kagmosh did with Gharkfang the sneak way. if we think your worthy

Umm think you need a visit from Claws sounds a bit unhanded to me.

[Elven History as told to me may be not a true account who knows.]

Elven History as told to me may be not a true account who knows.

In all most seven millennia before the First War, the exiled high elves landed on the shores of Lordaeron to seek out a new home. These outcasts were led by Dath’Remar Sunstrider, whose surname meant “he who walks by day”.

Cut off from the powerful energies of the Well of Eternity and no longer immortal, many of the high elves died from exposure or starvation during their long journey. In addition to these hardships, the elves were forced to flee the site of their first settlement, Tirisfal Glades, due to a mysterious evil influence that drove many of their number mad.
As they pressed further inland, the high elves developed a blood feud with the cunning, barbaric trolls of Zul’Aman, who controlled most of the northern reaches of Lordaeron. Finally the exiles reached a region whose forested glades reminded the high elves of their distant homeland in Kalimdor. The elves drove out the resident Amani trolls and founded the kingdom of Quel’Thalas.
Using a vial of sacred water stolen from the first Well of Eternity, the high elves created a fount of mystical power at a convergence of powerful ley energies in Quel'Thalas. They named this fountain the Sunwell, and its potent arcane magic fed and strengthened all high elves on Azeroth. Thus, the city of Silvermoon was established. The power of the high elves grew, and they cast an enchantment on the forest that would keep them bathed in eternal springtime.
Elven magi crafted monolithic Runestones along the borders of Quel’Thalas; these massive stones powered a magical shield intended to mask the elves' magic from extra-dimensional threats and protect the land from invasion. The hard-won peace of Quel'Thalas would endure for roughly four thousand years.
Thirsty for revenge, the Amani trolls eventually gathered together and staged a vicious campaign to destroy the elven civilization forever. The high elves were hopelessly outnumbered. The current king of Quel'Thalas, Anasterian Sunstrider, desperately sought allies to aid him in the war, and so it came to pass that the king struck a partnership with the human nation of Arathor.
The elves taught a small number of humans how to wield magic. With these new magi and the armies of Arathor, the high elves succeeded in destroying the trolls’ power base. The Amani empire would never fully recover from its defeat.
Quel'Thalas had been saved, and so the high elves pledged their loyalty and friendship to the nation of Arathor and to the bloodline of its king, Thoradin. As a result of the alliance between Arathor and Quel'Thalas, the wizard nation of Dalaran was formed, where humans and elves would study magic for years to come.

The isolationist elves took little interest in the events of the Second War. Nevertheless, they provided the Alliance of Lordaeron with token support, for the last descendent of King Thoradin, Lord Anduin Lothar, commanded the Alliance military forces. The high elves had not forgotten their pledge.
Then the Horde recruited Amani trolls into its ranks. Shortly thereafter, the Horde burned down the borderlands of Quel’Thalas and slaughtered many high elf civilians. Furious at this wanton destruction of life, the elves subsequently committed all their resources to the war.
By the time the Horde was driven back, however, the orcs and trolls had already achieved their true goal: to steal and desecrate many of the Runestones that powered the elves’ defensive shield. The warlock Gul’dan then used the pilfered stones to power his devious Altars of Storms.
Nevertheless, the Alliance ultimately won the Second War, and most of the vanquished orcs were rounded up and placed in internment camps. In the war's aftermath, the cost of rebuilding was significant, particularly when added to the cost of maintaining the internment camps. Without a common enemy, the human nations began bickering over territorial claims. To make matters worse, the high elves abruptly seceded from the Alliance, blaming the humans' poor leadership for the burned forests of Quel'Thalas. High elves gradually grew further and further apart from their human and dwarven allies.
During the Third War, the evil prince Arthas Menethil laid waste to Quel’Thalas, wiping out most of its population and reducing large tracts of the mighty kingdom to ash in his quest to reach the Sunwell. Yet not all who fell before Arthas stayed dead: his courageous archenemy, Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner, was raised into undeath to serve the merciless prince as a powerful, tormented banshee.

As the undead armies closed in on the Sunwell, a high elf named Dar’Khan Drathir (who hoped to gain the favor of the Lich King) aided Arthas by lowering the shields surrounding the Sunwell. Dar’Khan’s treachery resulted in an explosion that knocked him unconscious and scattered most of the Sunwell’s powers.
The wizard Borel (also known as Krasus and the dragon Korialstrasz) sensed the mystical energy being unleashed and succeeded in trapping a portion of it inside an avatar disguised as a young human girl, Anveena. Unaware of Borel's deed, Arthas then used the remaining energies of the Sunwell to reanimate the spirit of Kel'Thuzad in the form of a nightmarish lich.
In the aftermath of the battle, King Anasterian lay dead along with the members of the Convocation of Silvermoon, the high elves’ ruling body. Lor’themar Theron, Sylvanas Windrunner’s secondâ€"inâ€"command, assumed temporary leadership of the high elves, for the true heir to the throne, Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, was still in Dalaran. The few remaining high elves to survive the Scourge's invasion quickly grew ill and apathetic.
It became clear that the high elves had become addicted to the Sunwell’s arcane energies. Being constantly suffused in magic had fundamentally changed their race. Now that the source of their magic was gone, they were suffering acute pangs of withdrawal.

Prince Kael’thas was the last of the royal line and a member of Dalaran’s ruling council, the Kirin Tor. When the Sunwell was defiled, he was studying magic in Dalaran. He returned to find his homeland in ruins and most of his people dead. He realized that the surviving high elves were all suffering from the same lethargy, which had been brought on by their loss of magic. Determined to salvage what he could, Kael’thas rallied the survivors and renamed them the sin’dorei, or "blood elves", in honor of those who had fallen to the Scourge.

Thirsting for vengeance, Prince Kael’thas and the healthiest of his warriors immediately joined the campaign against the Scourge in Lordaeron while Lor’themar and a ranger named Halduron Brightwing remained behind to safeguard the land and seek a cure for their people.
In joining the Alliance resistance forces, Kael’thas and his people were met with suspicion and outright hostility, particularly from the prejudiced human Grand Marshal Garithos. Garithos assigned the blood elves increasingly difficult missions until Kael'thas was forced to accept the assistance of Lady Vashj and her naga. When Garithos discovered that the blood elves were working with the naga, he felt that his distrust had been vindicated. He imprisoned the hapless blood elf soldiers in the dungeons of Dalaran and sentenced them to execution.
Fortunately for Kael'thas, Lady Vashj arrived in time to break the prisoners free. She then led them to the portal that Kel'Thuzad had opened during the Third War in order to allow Archimonde entry into Azeroth. Kael'thas and his warriors followed the naga through the portal and into the shattered realm of Outland. There, the elves met the one being capable of putting an end to their painful hunger: the renegade demon, Illidan Stormrage.
Most of Kael'thas' group chose to stay in Outland, but Rommath was sent back to carry a message of hope to those blood elves remaining in Quel’Thalas. Rommath accomplished his mission: relaying tales of a glorious promised land, spreading the teachings of Illidan (teachings which Rommath smoothly attributed to Prince Kael'thas), and planting the notion that Kael'thas might one day return to lead his people to paradise. Rommath has since remained in Quel’Thalas to help rebuild and await the prince’s return.
Months later, the traitor Dar’Khan â€" now a powerful agent of the Scourge â€" returned to Quel’Thalas. There he battled the avatar of the Sunwell, Anveena, and a band of heroes aided by blue dragons. Despite the magics he wielded, Dar’Khan was destroyed in the end. Under the watchful protection of Lor’themar and Halduron, Anveena has decided to stay in the ruined city and begin the process of renewal.

Only a handful of individuals know that Anveena is actually the avatar of the Sunwell’s power. Lor’themar and his people keep this secret tightly guarded.
Meanwhile, Rommath and the new order of elven magi made great progress in tutoring their brethren to manipulate arcane energies. Soon the spires of Silvermoon rose skyward once again, powered by volatile magics. The blood elves have even begun retaking portions of Eversong Forest. Emboldened by the promise of Kael’thas' return, the prince’s weary people now focus on regaining their strength and forging a new path into an uncertain future.

Hierarchy:
Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider
   Ruler of the blood elves, currently residing in Outland
Lor’themar Theron
   Regent of Quel’Thalas, leader of the blood elves on Azeroth in the prince's absence
Halduron Brightwing
   Ranger-General of Silvermoon, the blood elves' military commander on Azeroth
Grand Magister Rommath
   Leader of all blood elf magi on Azeroth, and a fiercely loyal servant of Kael'thas

     Claws

[She has been found.]

She has been found.


Report to the Matriarch, Officers and Tribe of the Red Blades
She has been found.
This was all that was written on the parchment handed to me by Alkesha.
But that was all I needed to know.
The she was Teku my mother.
Teku wife to Nazgrel the first aid to Thrall
Thrall although not of my blood my uncle by name.

She had taken me as a child on a self imposed exile away from the great city.
Always kept away from others to keep our identity from becoming knowledge to the Humans whom would go to any lengths to get hold of the child or wife of one of there greatest adversaries.
(See My story A TRUSTED BLADE).
But the un-thinkable had happened she had been found and taken as a hostage.
Yes the parchment said it all.
A red mist came over me as I ran to my father.
I found him in the main chamber of the citadel a crumpled visage of an Orc sitting on the great steps before the throne speaking with Thrall.
“Call out the garrison we march on Stormwind” Thrall thundered.
I had nether seen my Lord Thrall in such a rage.
The citadel became a hive of activity to carry out the Lords orders.
“STOP THIS MADNESS”, in between hart rending sobs, the words came from my father
“Ya can not do this she knew the risk’s involved”
The citadel came to a dead stop; all eyes looking at Thrall never had any one dare speak in such a manner.
Thrall bent down and picked my farther up from the floor in his massive arms.
“Come my friend we will talk in private Claws come this concerns you also”.
I was led away to my Lords private rooms.
We sat; Thrall sent for strong sprits and ordered for “Qulquest” to attend him in his chambers.
This name was unknown but for some reason a sense of foreboding came over me.
The bear skin drapes which covered the door way opened and in walked a tall slight figure draped in an old dirty cloak which completely covered from head to foot.
“You sent for me master”.
The figure with a great flurry removed the cloak and standing just feet away from me was a she elf.
On instinct alone I jumped at the figure blades drawn, but I was stopped by the powerful hand of Thrall in mid air as he caught me like a rag doll.
“Hold Claws”, his voice boomed out “This is one I trust whom brought the report of your mother to us”.
“Greetings Claws I wish we had met under far better circumstances” the words came with a hint of danger and sarcasm to them.
“Tell us all once again what has befallen Teku and leave nothing out Qulquest, and Claws you will treat Qulquest with respect”
Thrall voice boomed as he placed me back on my feet.
“You maybe my first and may be one of my best assassins but you are not the only one” thrall said with a sly wink.
Qulquest once again gave her report telling how Teku had been found due to the searching’s of a renegade warlock by magical means, whom had sold the information to the Bishop of Stormwind a human who saw all Orcs as abominations and it was his duty to eradicate all Orc’s and now he had the means to start what he saw as a holy war.
And how she was taken in chains to the capital city of Stormwind, deep inside alliance territory to a great building called the cathedral and put on show for all to see the wife and abomination of the great Nazgrel.
“I will free her”
The words came from me without any thought.
I was num; all I had was a deep hatred of all humans which was now bubbling up to the surface my life meant nothing.
“Claws although your abilities are great indeed you can not do this” Thrall said with a hand on my shoulder.
“Perhaps she can my Lord with help” said Qulquest, “I can get her into places where few have ever been”.
“NO I will not sacrifice my daughter to these humans” Nazgrel barked.
“Farther it is the only way you know this, why risk the lives of many when may be one or two can succeed”.
I gave Qulquest a long deep look, could she be trusted?
“Once again young one your wisdom out weighs your years go take what you need from the armoury”. Nazgrel replied with a deep sigh.
“I need nothing but my father’s blessings and his blades”.
“And that you have daughter”.
“I tell you all here and now my blood oath means nothing to me until my mother is safe any that stand in my way WILL die at my hands”.
Thrall bent his head to the ground “So be it Claws I release  you from your oath I only pray you do not lose your self in your rage, you have two days before we attack”.
I turned and moved towards the door.
“Qulquest a word in private before you go”.
“Yes my lord of course, Claws I will catch up to you”.
Thrall bent down low so that his eyes meet with Qulquest and said in low gruntal voice
“No this elf if any thing happens to her your life is forfeit”.

I made preparations for my departure from the city.
Destroying any thing that could lead any one back to the city I was once again a loner a ROGUE.
On my way out of the city I came across a young Orc rogue who I recognised from my tribe and gave to him a gift the last act of compassion I made as a rational Orc.
I moved out of the city with only two thoughts.
               KILL THE BISHOP AND FREE MY MOTHER.

Events that took place within alliance territory I will keep short as it is painful for me to even think upon now but perhaps in time I will be able to fully come to terms with what I did.
On my short journey and in the time it took for me to carry out my assignment I did horrific things I killed many no matter what age, male or female all where in my way and they all died.
I killed the Bishop and took great time and pleasure in it cutting limb from limb slowly.
I spat in his face as he begged for my mercy and for me to end his agony finally cutting his throat I watched as his life blood flowed away.
I found my mother relatively unharmed deep in the bowls of the human city.
Qulquest was good to her word, showing me and my mother to an underground river flowing out of the city.
My mother was safe the Bishop dead.

We later meet up with a band of Orcs as arranged by Qulquest whom my mother went with once again going into self imposed exile she promised to visit us all soon.
Before she left we sat talking I told her of my half sister Talon a fine young shaman and she showed no malice at this revelation, and said it was good that Nazgrel had found some company in his life which she was unable to give.
I carried on by way of the river with Qulquest not knowing or caring where she or it took me I was drained and what I had done and became tormented me.

I awoke in the bottom of a great ship how I got there I do not know had Qulquest placed me there, all was a blur all I wanted was to get of the ship and get to safety, but where was I.
“Oy Claws is dat you?”
A large toothy grinning Orc was leaning over me.
“Oy it me Oznack Where ya been we be looking for ya”.
I had dropped back into a dreamless sleep only to be woke by this strange Orc grinning at me.
My head was pounding.
My hand came to rest on a bag lying at my side.
“Ah what who are ya do I know ya?”
“Shhh quiet can’t talk hummeys “, Oznack said with the same toothy grin.
The noise of battle came to my ears.
I grabbed the bag and saw two blades sticking out the top MY BLADES I knew them but could not remember them I instinctively strapped the blades on also in the bag was armour was it my armour?
I ran from the small cabin but not to join the rageing battle outside on the deck.
I slid over the side of the ship tied the bag to my belt and swam away I just wanted to get away.
I awoke some time later on the banks of some sandy beach my head was still pounding had I been drugged?
“Hi ya Claws” there was that name again it came from a small Orc Child playing in the sand
“Do you know me young one?” the small Orc burst in to a deep rawing laugh.
“Shaw I know ya who does not know ya, I fink ya be in trouble though ya father going mad”.
The little Orc ran off laughing.
My father who was my father?
“Ah ok fanks”.
I tuned and was greeted by the sight of a giant pair of gates big enough to let a lizard fly through and these where flanked by two large Orc’s holding axes the size of me.

“Greetings Claws good ta see ya back in one piece huhuh, ya father be looking for ya, are we going ta battle the hummeys?”
I walked in the great gates with no answers only questions.
“Where was I, who was I, who was my father”.
My senses where over whelmed with the sight that was awaiting me.
I had walked in to a large city which was flanked by high cliffs to 3 sides there where Orcs, Trolls and even Undead roaming the wide streets.
All had a sense of purpose except me.
I found my way to a store which sold strong sprits.
“Give me a case of ya sprits”. I went for my money belt but found it not to be there.
“Forget ya money again Claws huhuh no worries ya credit be good ere”.
I walked out into the hot air and sat, taking a long pull on a bottle of sprits my head spun from the potent drink, I did not stop drinking till I had finished my third bottle.
“Ya can’t drink ya problems away Claws”, came a shout.
“Whhaa who”, the air was filled with laughter.
“Ya must be drunk if ya can’t recognize me she Orc”.
“Baa keep away if you no what good for ya” I sputtered.
“Suit ya self still the same Claws we all know”.
I collapsed in to the dirt the world spinning around my head.

“Ya be there Claws ya back with us?”
My eyes slowly opened to a huge face mapped with scars looking down at me.
I jumped up and instantly fell to the hard floor.
“Aye she be back” came a deep thundering laugh
Two large hands picked me up from the floor and placed me back on to the bed.
“Do ya stuff priest” came that same thundering voice a voice I knew.
“She be drugged” said the priest in the high pitched voice used by the Troll tribes.
A blue glow surrounded my body as the Troll priest started to weave her healing magic.
I started to feel a heat moving up my body, an awareness of my surroundings and the Orc’s around me and flashing memories of who I was crept back in to my head.

“Thrall is that ya name”?
“Aye lass it be me and der be some body else who ya know here too”.
I knew who it was with out even seeing the large Orc.
“Father”.
“Aye I ere and ya need a good slap for scarring me half way ta me death”
The Orc bent down and picked me up and gave me a bone crunching hug.
“Ahh humm Can ya talk Claws can ya remember any fink” came Thralls thundering voice,
“Do I call out the garrison?”
“No my Lord the deed is done”.

A day later I once again walked out from the citadel with my trusted blades strapped around my waste but I was not the same Orc who had walked in two days before.


                                                       I WAS CLAWS.
                     REBORN.



Personal Notes:

Who is the renegade warlock who sold my mothers whereabouts and where can I find him or even her, we had unfinished business.
Once again warlocks are a part of my life circle I do not trust them.
Who was Qulquest and how many more like her are there, had she drugged me because I had learnt or seen more then I should of, or was she just trying to keep her identity secret?
Will I ever be able to put the horror of what I had done be hind me?
Can I truly fit back into my adopted tribe?
Can I once again start to live by my blood oath or have I been dammed?
Only time will tell.
                                 
                                                        Claws