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http://eu.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/16070857340

It's the official Orcs of the Red Blade recruitment thread on our new home of Argent Dawn! This is the first thing a lot of new applicants will see, before our website, before our fancy-dancy trailer, and before they've even seen us in-game. So this is important, guys.

Here's what you need to know about the Argent Dawn realm forums:

• It can get nasty: there are trolls, there are elitists, and there will probably be a few 'old friends' from DB wanting to get their shots in. Don't forget that when you post, you carry our guild-tag -- so avoid getting drawn on troll-bait, don't make any posts that reflect poorly on OotRB, and...
• Report, report, report: If it's trolling or harassment and you report it, preferably without responding, 99% of the time it's going to get deleted by a Blizz mod. So do that, don't get wound up in flame-wars.
• Bump it like it's going out of fashion: a thread can fall to page two on Argent Dawn within six hours or so. Although this is unlikely to happen when the thread is still new and there's heavy interest in OotRB, eventually we'll need all of your help to keep that thread afloat on page one. So whenever you feel like it, post a comment, copypasta a story, crack a joke or do anything to bump our thread. Your tribe demands it!

Sweet Lord, it's finished. Mega props to Koz for everything from the filming to the voice work!

All discussion around the trailer goes here!

Scenario: the tribe are stranded on a desert island, and they soon start to go mad with hunger. A single chocolate chip cookie is parachuted in, and whoever controls it will have the only non-Orc food-source available.



Look at it. Look how delicious it looks. You -are- starving, aren't you?

A bloodbath breaks out, with each Orc killing each other in rapid succession. But how?

*grabs the cookie and cowers, awaiting certain death*

Time to get to know each other, orcs!

Here's how it works! Answer the question from the poster above you, and then ask a question of your own! Then the next poster replies to that question, then posts a question of their own. Etc!

Here's mine: What's the best holiday you've ever been on?

Given all the acrimony with certain parts of the community, it's sometimes important to remember all the good times we've had on Defias Brotherhood. There may have been some bad moments and some unpleasant people, but on the whole, I've really enjoyed our years here with the community on Defias.

While I still strongly believe that our move to Argent Dawn is the best thing for our guild and each person in it, that doesn't mean we have to forget about our past. Consider this love-letter for the Defias Brotherhood of the past and present, to all those I've had the pleasure of playing with and against, and to years' worth of priceless memories as a member of this community. I hope it will not embarrass me too much to admit that I teared up a little after I finishing making it.

[CHEESEBURGER TROPHY!]

Sorry guys, you're all too late. I already won the game.

As the winner and first poster, I can has CHEESEBURGER TROPHY!

[CHAMPION AT LIFE]

Last post wins! If you are the last poster for a period of 24 hours or more, this thread is locked, you become a CHAMPION AT LIFE, and what's more, you win a PIZZA TROPHY:



IS IT A PIZZA? IS A TROPHY? I DON'T KNOW!

You will be added into your own membergroup on the forums, like so:

Your Name Here
Red Blade
Champion At Life

Posts: The Last



I'm winning! This competition is mine, all mine!

Apropos of Harryrotter, it has been revealed that "Krogon Devilstep" is an anagram for "Develop Stroking".
https://twitter.com/HarryrotterDB/status/597905647317983232

I plugged the name into the Internet Anagram Server and can confirm that "Krogon Devilstep" is also an anagram for:
"Ed Revoking Plots" -- Srelok prevents Krogon's character development.
"Seeding Pork Volt" -- I don't want to know what this is.
"Proven Doge Kilts" -- such kilt, much Blademaster, wow.
"Groped Love Stink" -- wat

Since that was a horrifying experience, what other OotRB-themed anagrams can you find?

We have nearly all of the footage for the new OotRB trailer, and things are looking SPECTACULAR so far! But there's a few last scenes needed before we can complete it, so we're asking for "Uno Mas" helping hand from our brave and fearless orcies!

So come along to make yourself famous, and we'll see if we can have a TRAILER PREMIERE within a week or two!

[A New Dawn Navigation:]

A New Dawn Navigation:

• Announcement
• Fundraising

A New Dawn: Discussion

Please keep all discussion about Orcs of the Red Blade’s move to Argent Dawn on 9/6/15 to this thread. You can post any questions here, ask for information or specifics, make suggestions ahead of the move, or simply discuss the possibilities that await us on our new home.

If you require funds for a free realm transfer, or wish to donate to our crowdfunding pool, click on the Fundraising link at the beginning of this post. If you wish to view the official announcement, please click on the Announcement link at the beginning of this post, or navigate to the home-page of our website.

Argent Dawn Transfer Checklist:

• If you cannot afford the realm transfer, please post in the fundraising thread as soon as possible, so we can allocate you a free transfer. Our goal is to enable everyone to come with us, so each member unable to pay is only eligible for one free transfer.
• If you have other characters you wish to bring to AD, we recommend waiting for the next sale on realm transfers. These sales usually happen once or twice a year, and offer discounts of 25% or 50% on character services.
• Make sure you secure your character’s name as soon as possible. If it is in use, try ticketing to have it freed up (this should work for any toons lower than level 10 on inactive accounts), or consider using accents or slightly modifying your name (Sádok or Saddok instead of Sadok, for instance).
• Make sure you have sufficient gold, items and valuables on the toon to be transfered before it leaves the server.

On Sunday evening at 2030, Kozgugore is filming even more footage for the NEW Orcs of the Red Blade trailer! We've got a ton of stuff already, but we need even more -- so if you want to get your ugly mugs in our trailer to become FAMOUS FOREVER, do come!

There'll also be a social Skype call running for those interested, wherein pussy will be shredded, and we'll discuss the Blademaster toy from 6.2.

Also, the trailer soundtrack is SHROUDED IN SECRECY, but here's a musical preview -- the outro music after the trailer, entitled the March of the Wolfking!

Right, here's today's challenge, Red Blades. We're gonna write an immortal saga, three words at a time! No double-posting, please. So here we go!

"One day, Kozgugore..."

Disclaimer: This is not something that is being seriously considered right now, it’s more of a pie-in-the-sky proposal than anything that represents official guild policy in the short-term. Nor is this something that will happen anytime soon.

Disclaimer 2: This thread is housed in a private part of the OotRB forum that only registered users can view. While inevitably a discussion like this will end up being ‘leaked’ to the wider community, I would appreciate some degree of discretion as this is a discussion within the guild.

Orcs of the Red Blade are coming up on ten years on the Defias Brotherhood server, and there are both good and bad things about the current state of the RP-PvP server. The possibility of a move to the Argent Dawn RP server was last raised in Summer 2012, in this thread, with distinctly mixed viewpoints:
http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3037.0

Very recently, certain members have once again raised this notion, and in light of the arguments raised in the 2012 thread, the situation in 2015 has changed to this extent:

1- The state of the Horde RP community -- currently healthy, arguably smaller than in 2012, hardly dead though. AD offers a wider array of RP guilds and crucially, significantly higher random RP for members, along with a wider pool of recruitment to draw new members.

2- The state of the Alliance RP community -- it has undergone heavy migration to AD, the remnant of the community are largely Cogshield plus one or two small guilds (Azure Flame, Band of the Brave), with little left in Stormwind. This has left us with very few viable RP-PvP opponents.

3- Level of RP disruption by PvP griefers -- Mithridatism were worse at their height in 2012 than we have been experiencing of late, but this is undoubtedly an issue, not necessarily during RP events (due to higher numbers and moving around), but later at night and on non-event nights where attendance is ligher. Flying mounts pre-WoD were a poisoned chalice, but they did help us escape and regroup easier. We have Garrisons now as a last-resourt, but the range of WPvP items with the feather make it irritating to deal with griefers, much less wipe them.

4- An undercurrent of opinion in 2012 was valuing DB’s PvP ruleset. In the current day, OotRB's core are arguably less PvP active than before, with worse PvP gear on average and less interested in WPvP, as opposed to BGs, Arenas or RBGs, which are available on any server. Arguably, one could do RP-PvP better on AD than on actual RP-PvP realms. Selective blueshielding in the safety of camp, then battles in the field, and no dedicated WPvP guilds to contend with. While AD has an established tradition of more limiting RP-PvP, with set health-pools, gear, and abilities per moment, there’s nothing to stop us from organising ‘traditional’ DB RP-PvP on other servers with all gear and abilities permitted, and it’s less susceptible from gate-crashing by others.

5- Friends elsewhere on the realm. OotRB members may have friends outside of the guild they enjoy playing with, who do not have characters on Argent Dawn. While an increasing number of DB RPers do have AD alts, this is a problem that we must contend with, if we were to transfer off the server.

The biggest issue and a dealbreaker for many, however, is funding. Outside of occasional sales (be they 50% or 25% off), character transfers are £17.00 GBP each, which is no small sum for a number of people -- especially when some play multiple alts. I would personally have little issue with paying for just one transfer for Sadok, but I know others for whom server transfer would entail numerous characters, or who simply can’t afford even one character.

As part of this brainstorming, we are open to alternate ideas of securing funding, be it a collective PayPal account to raise funds, or crowdfunding via Kickstarter or GoFundMe. The idea would be to raise a sum of money for those who -cannot- afford server transfers, rather than for those that simply don’t want to pay. Dependent on the amount raised and the conditions attached, subsidising transfer fees for core members of the guild (a number in excess of 30) is a possibility, but priority may be given to main characters above all.

Note that above all, there will never be a move off DB if any significant number of our core membership are against it. The officer team have several priorities, but the most important one is to ensure the survival of Orcs of the Red Blade -- splitting the guild by stranding half of its core memberbase on another server is not something we will ever do, and so we would only entertain moving if a vast majority of our members were for the idea.

As such, I would be keen to hear feedback on the following questions:

1- Your feelings on a possible move to Argent Dawn, at an unspecified point in the future;
2- If you are against this, why -- is it about the cost of server transfers, or would you stay on DB even if a crowdfunded free transfer were available?
3- If you are for this, why; and would you be willing to contribute any sum, small or large, to a crowdfunding pool to help others secure their character transfers?

In addition, please vote on the poll to best describe your attitude towards a realm transfer.

Poll: Please describe your attitude towards an OotRB transfer from DB to AD.
1- In favor of a move to AD, would pay a server transfer fee;
2- In favor of a move to AD, if a server transfer was free or subsidised;
3- No strong feelings either way;
4- Against a move to AD even if offered a free or subsidised transfer;

[Name:]

[Source: Adapted from Grogona's OotRB Wiki Entry.]



Name: Grogona Wolfheart
Alias: Marshfang
Rank: Rrosh-tul

Age: Late twenties
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Clan: Warsong Clan
Class: Rogue
Alignment: N/A

Family: Rargnasha Bloodmark (mate), Rhonya Steelheart (blood-sister), Keishara Wildeye (blood-sister), Grek'thar Earthstorm (blood-brother), Revax Hellbrew (blood-brother), Shargla Thunderfang (blood-sister), Trakmar Beastbane (blood-brother), Thu'uk (son)
Known Friends: Red Blade tribe, Krogon Devilstep, Gridish Rimeweaver, Therak Duskstalker
Known Enemies: N/A

Appearance:
Grogona isn't very tall for an orc, just barely rounding 6'. Her posture is straight and proud, she will never be caught hanging her head. Despite her small structure, she does by no means give the impression that she is weak, her muscles are well toned and tense, ready to move at a split seconds notice. Because of her small figure she has often been seen making moves that would normally seem insane to orcs, as she oftens crawls up on her enemies backs and slits their throats effectively jumping from enemy to enemy. Despite her nature, she seems to take good care of herself, bathing often, but it'd seem she only does it so she is harder to track or detect. Her eyes bright blue, almost vividly so.

Personality:
Grogona is quite the typical Warsong orc. She is ill tempered, easily provoked. She is your classic orc warrior, who drinks, shouts and sings on the top of her lungs. Recently she has gotten a few traits which isn't much like her former self. She is more tolerant and kind, it would seem becoming a mother softened her heart.

History:
Grogona first joined the tribe in Northrend, during the time Sadok Sharptongue was captured by the scourge. She soon started her training as a Blademaster by her master Krogon Devilstep. Grogona would earn respect from the tribe by beating their Rrosh'tul Rargnasha Bloodmark in the Tournament of the Blades, and eventually become an Oathbound.

She took her Om'riggor in Draenor, Nagrand and was given the name Marshfang after defeating one of the most cunning creatures of Zangarmarsh, a marsh-ray. Grogona finally became a Blademaster in the Barrens, completing her rites on the mountain north of the Crossroads. She was given a necklace, marking her as one of the Burning Blade. Shortly thereafter, Marshfang proved herself worthy and became a Nag'Ogar

She made an oath with Rhonya Steelheart and Grek'thar Earthstorm, promising that should they ever die, she would take care of their son, Skorm. Soon after, Grogona started her Rrosh-tul training and met Therak Duskstalker, who became her first mate. She underwent a lot of bonding, drinking and hunting with the tribe, and soon fell pregnant. Months later, Marshfang gave birth to a healthy cub, and Therak Duskstalker named him Thu'uk after his own brother. She also made a blood-oath with Keishara Wildeye.

Grogona was involved in the efforts to free Kozgugore Feraleye from the prison beneath Orgrimmar, and she fled from Garrosh's Horde with the rest of the tribe. She began to punish herself as she returned the necklace she was given by Krogon, and gave up the title of Blademaster, thinking herself herself emotionally unfit for the role.

Marshfang fought in the rebellion against Garrosh, bearing the banner until it was passed to another. When Rargnasha was elevated to Chieftain, Revax and Grogona were promoted to the position of Rrosh-tul. Things were not as successful in her private life -- Grogona and Therak agreed that their relationship hadn't worked out, but agreed to continue taking care of their son Thu'uk together. After Keishara's death at the Kor'kron's hands, Grogona laid her blood-sister upon a pyre, in what she considered the saddest day of her life.

Grogona was asked by Rargnasha to become her mate, and she accepted. She was confronted by Vashnarz Talonslayer and admitted that she trusted the Varog'Gor with her life, and hoped she'd become her sister. Vashnarz accepted and they took the blood-oath. Grogona also made this oath with Shargla Thunderfang, Revax Hellbrew and Trakmar Bearclaw, and made a promise to see them in the afterlife. Despite this, she stood with her mate and Chieftain when Vashnarz, Shargla, Revax and Trakmar were complicit in a coup against Rargnasha's authority.

Grogona soon fell pregnant with Rargnasha's child, as the tribe invaded Orgrimmar as part of the Rebellion's forces. Their efforts contributed to winning the war against the tyrant Garrosh Hellscream. Months later, she gave birth to a son. Rargnasha and Grogona later asked Kozgugore if they could name their child after him, and he permitted it.

Grogona would continue to serve the tribe as Rrosh-tul, being involved in training Gridish Rimeweaver as Rrosh-tul, and training orcs like Nograx, Groshnok and Krezurgesh for the position of Nag'Ogar.

Grogona's current whereabouts are unknown to the tribe. Kidnapped by warlocks as the tribe prepared to launch an assault on the Blasted Lands, Grogona was carried swiftly north. The tribe would ordinarily have expended all of its efforts in searching for the Rrosh-tul, but due to the Iron Horde invasion, she was an unfortunate early casualty. Saving Azeroth was simply more important.

Things you may know about this character:
Grogona is beyond the normal fit orc, she can run as far as she needs to, and has been seen to be extremely strong, lifting many times her own weight.

She is extremely agile, making her able to dodge most attacks. But she is small and is very easily knocked off her feet, that is if you can hit her in the first place.

She is run by emotions and can be provoked into reckless actions.

Things you may not know about this character:
Grogona is an ex-Blademaster, she knows the tricks and techniques of the Blademaster. Making her able to ask the elements of minor aid, effectively making her able to walk on water for a few seconds and setting her weapons on fire if she'd need to.

Memorable Quotes:
N/A

Other Information:
A series of stories recounting important events and people in the life of Grogona.

[Name:]

[Source: Adapted from Mazguul's OotRB Wiki.]



Name: Mazguul Sharpeye
Alias: Maz, Mazzy
Rank: Thur'ruk

Age: Early 30s
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Clan: Thunderlord Clan
Class: Hunter, Shaman
Alignment: Neutral Good

Family: Rargnasha Bloodmark (former mate), Morgeth Feralheart (blood-sister), Vraagar Blackmane (blood-brother to be), Gansuhk Ironskull (father), Vashnarz Grimsnarl (mother), Jorash (deceased daughter), Kagram & Okhan (deceased sons), Morgeth (daughter), Roankth (son)
Known Friends: Red Blade tribe, Rargnasha Bloodmark Morgeth Feralheart, Kozgugore Feraleye, Sadok Sharptongue, Vraagar Blackmane, Arrathane, many others.
Known Enemies: Hellvern, the Cult of Ragnaros.

Appearance:
Aside from missing her right tusk and her right 'ring finger', this she-orc is about as average as an orc can get... for a chubby one. While her facial structure is that of a high-cheek-boned individual, with rather sharp features, the chubbiness gives a softer note to her making for an orc with a 'homely' feel. She looks to be in her late twenties and her voice is fairly chirpy. In her ears are more hooped piercings than one would think orcish ears could support though they are often hidden beneath her thick deep-purple mane.

In her sockets lurk unusually dark deep-blue coloured eyes which not only enhance her warming and friendly appearance but also make for a rather handsome creature.

Around her neck is a necklace of large fangs, two of the fangs being -huge- sabre-teeth. She oft wears either fire blackened leathers for hunts, or her red and gold ritual garb for meeting with her tribe members - only when alone does she settle with a simple dresses of earthen colours. Her belt, which she always wears, is filled with various sized pouches all of which are brimming with various herbs, lotions, potions, a battered hipflask and a stash of dried meats for chewing on. Her silver furred wolf mask, which is worn near constantly to hide her youth from her Tribe, is often painted with blood and in the centre of it's forehead sits a small dark-purple gem.

By her side sometimes walks a transparent cat with emotionless, yellow, pin-points of light where eyes once were. A spirit no doubt. Oddly enough the ghostly creature's own massive sabre-teeth match the one on the she-orc's necklace.

Personality:
Put simply Mazguul is one of life's nice orcs and tries to see the good in everything. She is a mostly cheery soul who enjoys nothing more than a drink with her brothers and sisters or a quiet evening listening to tales by a camp fire while eating roasted meats and drinking foreign alcoholic delicacies. Though she does prefer to listen than to talk when on the social scene a rather good sense of humour lurks within her. She loves to tease and has a rather wicked side though rarely means any harm.

While food and ale seem to be the things that lure her most easily, which makes for an actively lazy and greedy she-orc, Mazguul does have inner fires which burn brightly, passionately and even dangerously when pushed far enough. She has a foul temper even though it is difficult indeed to make her loose it and she sulks all too ready when denied her two great loves: food and booze.

Fiercely loyal to the Tribe she is willing to do what ever it takes to make sure it survives even if it means taking lives or going into battle herself (something she avoids mainly due to her lack of expertise rather than fear or lack of passion in battle). As High Blade she knows the importance of making it appear as though you know what you're doing even though you don't - she believes she has perfected this to a certain extent.

Patience towards those whom she deems deserve it, the desire to show to others life is not so bad, complete loyalty to those few who gained it, extreme self control when it is required, curiously and 'the want to understand' are other traits she regularly shows. She likes to think she would be the first to drop everything to help out a Tribe Member in need. She also likes to think that she can offer a wing to any that seek her out.

Unfortunately Mazguul has an infinite capacity to love which she knows gets her in far too much trouble. She is, quite notably, too soft when it comes to matters of the heart.

History:
(Due to the length of this biography, it has been divided into sections.)
[spoiler=Beginnings] Born in Azeroth towards the end of the First War, sent to the internment camps, fled from the Eastern Kingdoms, settled in the lands of Kalimdor. During these times Mazguul found she was not as 'average' as she had first believed, she discovered that being crippled did not have to hamper her life, she raised a family and in one fell swoop she lost everything she loved.

Parents and Clan

Mazguul's parents (Gansukh Ironskull and Vashnarz Grimsnarl) followed their fellow Thunderlord Clan member when he left to become a 'trusted lieutenant' in the First War - Mazguul dislikes to name the clan member mentioned as it brings up awkward questions.

Mazguul herself was born on Azeroth when the Thunderlord Clan still existed Her father, Gansukh, had been most delighted when his youngest daughter bit him. That she had tried to draw blood within minutes of arriving was, apparently, a good omen. By the age of three she was shoved into an internment camp.

The young she-orc spent more time with the battle ready wolfs around her than with her own kind. The young orc was devastated when the humans took away the wolves and worgs she loved so dearly. In the camps, like near all other orcs, she was forced to watch as her people became lethargic and die from the demonic influence leaving them. Here she learned to hate the humans and the elves of the Eastern Kingdoms.

Oddly enough, when Mazguul was four years old and her Clan back on Draenor was slaughtered she howled in mourning for days and no orc could figure out why. Mazguul was too young to explain herself, only saying that 'they were all dead'. It was not until many years later that Mazguul found out what she had been screaming about was true - the Thunderlord Clan was gone.

Gift or Curse?

While at first Mazguul thought herself the same as all other Orcs it took an ex-shaman to point out to her that she was abnormal. 'Gifted' was the word he actually used and it was not just because the sickness didn't seem to affect her or that she would spend her nights howling with the wolves that roamed the countryside outside their prison. It was because she heard whispers in her mind constantly. She saw spirits of the dead walking around and she could speak with these spirits too.

That the female could do this brought a little comfort to the orcs old enough to remember what it was like before the Burning Legion, Mazguul's innate ability hinted that perhaps it was possible to reunite with the ancestors. Other believed she was proof that the Burning Legion still had power over them all for Mazguul was actually possessed. Whatever the thought, the majority of the orcs kept out of Mazguul's way which only served to make the already self-conscious orc child distance herself more from her last remaining Clan members.

As she got older, and since she did not receive any training to use her abilities, it got to the point where she only heard the whispers of these spirits. The whispers started to drive her mad. When she tried to speek to the spirits their messages were unclear and most of the time they did not answer her, whereas once before she could speak with them for hours. The whispers got more and unbearable, filling her mind with constant chatter.

The whispers affected her physically too. She avoided burial pits, she shied away from those who had recent departed and in years to come she even avoided places of battles past, for these places, filled with the memories of all those who had died filled her mind so much that it made her dizzy, headache-ish and unwell.

Mazguul called her supposed Gift a Curse.

Crippled

When she was around eight her favourite Clan member, her uncle Goregorm Deathstrike, fell ill and Mazguul took it upon herself to get the once proud wolfrider something to ease the pain. She was caught by their human guards as she broke into the building that housed the medical supplies. She was punished for thievery. Her hands were dipped into a barrel of boiling tar and held there for hours, her screams filled the night and with having no way to heal the burns Mazguul's hands were ruined. Her hands shook, were covered in burn scars, she could barely move her fingers and she was in constant pain. Goregorm, her beloved uncle, the only orc she knew who truly understood what it meant to howl with the pack, died a few days later.

Too proud to give up, Mazguul began to teach herself how to use her feet instead of her hands. A useful little trick that she soon perfected. While she could not do half the things at most Orcs could do she was still able to dress herself, write and cook. As a way to keep herself occupied she learned to speak the humans own language.

Liberation of the Orcs and Kalimdor

She cannot recall how old she was but one day the forces of Thrall and Orgrim Doomhammer rushed in to free the orcs in her interment camp. Every Orc turned on their human captors and in the chaos Mazguul managed to get the gates open to let their rescuers in. To this day she swears blind she saw Doomhammer himself, though few believe her.

It was when the gates were opened that a number of wolves joined in the battle to rescue the orcs. One such wolf tore apart a human that tried to kill the near defenceless Mazguul. The young orc rode the wolf out of the camp and he stayed her faithful friend for a few years. His name, he told her, was Fengfire.

Still not able to do much due to her ruined hands Mazguul turned her attention to training and caring for wolves, using the knowledge her old friend had given her before he passed on. Fortunately this worked out rather well for the cripple and she learned very quickly indeed. She also scouted for the raids on other internment camps with Fengfire. It was in this way that Mazguul missed out on the majority of the fighting across the Eastern Kingdoms.

Soon she reached Kalimdor having reluctantly parted company with Fengfire, for he wished to return to his pack. Once more she turned her attention to the care and training of wolves and worgs thus avoiding much fighting across Kalimdor too. In Kalmidor she learned to hunt with the wolves, she learned of the deep spiritual connection she felt with her prey as she gave chase and she devoted herself to the Hunt. The spirits of the Hunt rewarded her well, she learned to feel the spirit of whatever she was hunting and in most cases if the hunt was successful she would see their spirit for a few seconds.

Still the whispers of the spirits plagued her mind, but she had accepted her Curse and had learned to ignore the tormenting whispers mostly.

The End of a Life

All the while Mazguul had been sorting out how to repay the Horde â€" she chose the path of offspring. An Orc known as Omadon ended up as the one she chose. He had thrown up on Mazguul on the ship over the sea to Kalimdor, and with Mazguul being a rather soft soul, she had taken pity on the seasick Orc eventually agreeing to carry his young.

Jorash, a daughter, was born first. Not content to only have one pup Mazguul eventually became the the mother of twin boys, Kagram and Okhan. The family, having managed to stay together throughout their trials, created a home on the outskirts of Ashenvale.

One afternoon Mazguul left to go on a hunting trip: a special one as she planned to bring back a wolf pup for Jorash to grow up with. Not finding a suitable wolf pup, and with the spiritual whispers screaming at her to return home, Mazguul came back to find everyone she had loved slaughtered and left to rot in the sun. The huts were burned, her pups had been torn apart, as was her mother and her Omadon. A few Night Elf corpses littered the ground. She left the bodies of the Night-Elves to continue to rot, she burned the bodies of the orcs yet she never recovered her father's body.

Thus ended, in Mazguul's mind, the last of the Thunderlords.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=First Year with the Tribe]
Starting anew Mazguul learned to accept being part of a new family, she found where she belonged and she made friendships that would last a lifetime. Rising from lowly New Blood to Nag'Ogar with a horde of friends, Mazguul followed the path of the Spirits, honing her formerly little used abilities for the greater good of the Tribe she loved.

New Beginnings

Mazguul wandered around aimlessly for well over three years, convinced that she should have died along with the rest of her kin, considering herself to have no right to bare her Clan name, the now defunct Thunderlord Clan. She kept to the wilds as much as she could and living the life of The Hunt, with only the ever faithful Bryaugh by her side. Night Elves were her prey. A deep depression set in, so much so that she missed the re-opening of the Dark Portal and when she did hear about it she could not pluck up the drive to see where her Clan had come from.

However, after an accidental brush with a scourge patrol, a dream from her ancestors telling her to get back to living snapped her out of her depression long enough for her to at least try to start again. Home, back to where the Thunderlords had started, back to where her real family might still live, seemed like the right place to start.

Taking what little she owned, and having only Bryaugh for company, she travelled for near on a year to the Blades Edge mountains. She crossed Kalimdor, the Eastern Kingdoms and the former planet of Draenor. She hunted fel orcs, heard wondrous tales, met the Mok'Nathal even and eventually visited her former Clan's Stronghold. She was heartbroken to discover that those of her Clan were truly gone.

Another dream come to her, telling her of The Red Blade Tribe: a tribe that accepted Orcs with nowhere else to go while upholding the Warchief's codes. Mazguul considered herself one with nowhere else to go and so she travelled to Garadar in Nagrand where this Tribe currently resided. She walked with Bryaugh for many more weeks before finding the Tribe she sought. She watched their meeting, spoke with two orcs named Claws and Norviskrall and found herself being accepted to try out Tribe life with the other orcs.

There were numerous teething problems when Mazguul became New Blood to the Red Blades. She found it difficult, after so many years of solitude, to integrate herself into the tribe though after finding a friend, tutor and sister in Morgeth Feralheart, Mazguul finally found a place to belong. Norviskrall, the Thur'ruk of the tribe at the time, was the one to perform the ritual Oath and to Mazguul's delight Morgeth turned up for the event.

Mazguul became Oathbound to the Red Blades and settled back into 'clan life' once again. While her heart was set upon becoming a Shaman to finally grasp hold of her Curse and turn it into a Gift, she still had not found suitable tutor since Norviskrall vanished.

Making and Breaking Ties

Over the months Mazguul met a great many orcs, though none made her smile more than Osan Strongtusk. The young Nag'Ogar easily caught her attention for his youth, simplistic views and sweet nature. They became friends over a number of months, spending many nights drinking and talking as if they had known each other from puphood. Herself always tempting him to give chase and himself always catching her. Later, by the tree that over looked Razor Hill, Osan plucked up the courage to ask her to become his Mate.

Mazguul was happy, for a while. Though soon other priorities called Osan away and Mazguul pined terribly for him. She also became bitter that he never bothered to take the time to engage in the traditional bonding hunt with her â€" a tradition that meant more to Mazguul than he realised. She left Osan, unmated in her eyes at least, and ran into the arms of the the Mok'Nathal Vargosh Bloodrend.

Rargnasha Bloodmark also became a good friend to Mazguul. She spent many hours in his company, eventually falling deeply in love with the orc though never having the courage to tell him, feeling as though she was betraying Osan (then later Vargosh) and nor wishing to perhaps ruin one of her most precious friendships. Only Morgeth Feralheart's friendship did Mazguul treasure more than Rargnasha's.

Finding herself with pup Mazguul had to admit to Vargosh that she was carrying the child of Osan. Vargosh flew into a wild rage and near killed the she-orc as he strangled, beat and kicked her. Battered, bruised and bleeding Mazguul lacked the strength to do anything other than crawl away from where Vargosh had left her with one less tusk. The Mok'Nathal called for a fight to the death with Osan, much to Mazguul's horror. A passing Osan, ever the faithful friend, literally picked her up out of the gutter, gathered her up in his arms and took her into hiding, along with himself.

Blood Sister

Hiding in Feralas, to avoid the enraged Mok'Nathal, Mazguul was captured by a supposed Grimtotem. She could only guess that Osan had been kidnapped too. After beating and violating Mazguul in unspeakable ways the Grimtotem sent a message to the Red Blade Tribe along with her blood stained tabard.

Retribution was swift. Lead by the newly appointed Varog'Gor, Morgeth. the orcs stormed and burned the encampment where Mazguul and Osan were kept, slaughtering the Grimtotems as they went. Vargosh himself crushed the Grimtotem that savaged and ravaged Mazguul. The Mok'Nathal and the she-orc parted ways for good that night.

Soon after Morgeth Feralheart asked Mazguul to become her Bloodsister, explaining that while she thought Mazguul had the worst taste in males ever that she trusted and cared greatly for Mazguul. Mazguul accepted instantly and became the bloodsister of a she-orc she trusts implicitly, values greatly as a friend and admires completely.

This was a day of great importance to Mazguul for Morgeth is the first family member Mazguul has had since her previous family died. From this day forth Mazguul considered the Tribe as her permanent home, for as long as Morgeth her sister was a part of the Tribe then she had true family to fight and live for.

The Rise to Nag'Ogar

Keeping herself busy with various tutorlings, one of whom being Krogon Devilstep (whom became a dear friend), Mazguul spent much of her time camped out under the tree overlooking Razor Hill. She had been welcomed back by Osan with open arms Mazguul was content for him to be ready to ask for their Hunt.

Rargnasha, as per usual, supported Mazguul's choice to give Osan another chance. Though oft he joked that if she was hurt again there would be blood. Had Mazguul known Rargnasha was serious she may have chosen differently. Rargnasha's warnings became true sooner than Mazguul had realised.

Heavy with pup, with Rargnasha helping her out as Osan was never around, Mazguul still chose to partake in the Red Blade's variation of the ancient ritual of Om'riggor. She brought back the head of a Night-Elf that she had killed with her bare hands. As she stood before Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye she along with many others were granted the honour of joining the ranks of the Nag'Ogar. She earned the name Mazguul the Sharp-Eyed: the Chieftain said it was for her sharp senses and cunning in the hunt. What actually happened in Mazguul's hunt she would not tell a soul.

Thus Mazguul Sharpeye was truly born.

Blood Brother

Mazguul spent much of her time alone in between the Barrens and Durotar waiting for her pups to be born after Osan had dismissed her. She tended to stay at a hunters camp in northern Durotar that the Varog'Gor Nergul Darkblood took her to as a safe place to rest. He left her there in the care of Oathbound Burgorg Rockeater, an orc which chose to help Mazguul when Rargnasha was busy. Mazguul slipped into a depression once more.

Seeing few members of the tribe save for those whom she held dear and those few that knew where to find her. Morgeth, Burgorg (whom she named 'Bear'), Kozgugore, Osan, Dragga, Marogg Stonefist... to name the majority.

Before she became too fat to hunt properly Mazguul was lead under false pretences on a hunt with the now Rrosh-tul Rargnasha. She gained another family member, him becoming her Blood Brother when they hunted and killed a large cobra together. While tradition dictated that such a hunt should end in a mating the orc offered to be her Blood Brother instead and Mazguul, honoured that the Rrosh'tul would offer such a great friendship, accepted. Though she was heartbroken.
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[spoiler=Second Year with the Tribe]
After gaining both a blood-sister and a blood-brother Mazguul found herself never wishing to leave the Tribe. She rose from Nag'Ogar to High Blade, gave birth to twins Morgeth and Roankth, and continued to serve the Tribe she loved.

A New Thur'ruk

All the while Mazguul kept speaking, listening and learning from Kozgugore Fearleye about the ways of the Shaman of the past. It was during these talks, and in a rare moment of boldness on Mazguul's part, that the subject of there being no Thur'Ruk of the tribe since Norviskrall's departure came up. When she questioned if there was going to be another the Chieftain merely asked her why she thought he was spending the time teaching her such things? The realisation that the Chieftain was sussing her out for the long unused title came as a shock, though Mazguul suddenly found herself with a purpose.

However, seeming as few things go to plan, Mazguul found her attention taken elsewhere - mainly to her beloved Blood Sister. Morgeth was slowly loosing her control over the fel so Mazguul gathered up all the information she could and found an old ritual that might help the Warlock. It was a calling of all five Elements to fight on Morgeth's side, however, there was a price to be paid. Mazguul agreed to hand over one of her to-be-born pups to the elements at a time of their choosing. Soon after Mazguul performed the ritual on the shores of Tanaris, the long term effects of the ritual on Morgeth remained to be seen, though it appeared as though it had worked and Morgeth was keeping her mind.

Pleased that she could relax a little now that her much loved Blood Sister was well enough once more Mazguul turned her attention to looking forward to the Kosh'harg Festival and speaking with dead Shaman as part of her studies with Kozgugore. She greatly enjoyed her talks with Ulah, a friend to the Tribe whom had been murdered a week before, and took the Shaman's advise on board. With the help of Burgorg and Ravage the three of them sought out Ravage's bones for Mazguul to wear - a necklace of saber's teeth was the end result.

It was at the Tribe Meeting before the Kosh'harg festival that the Chieftain announced a new Thur'Ruk had been picked. Mazguul had never been so proud, honoured, or frightened to be called up to stand before the Chieftain and his Varog'Gor as she was asked if she would take up the role. She instantly agreed, though was so shocked by the unexpected offer from Chieftain and Spirits that she couldn't move. Rargnasha had to push her forward even. She also had few words to say other than that she would do her damnedest not to let them down - naturally she now believes the Chieftain to be quite, quite mad for letting a budding Shaman have such a role in the Tribe (particularly one that is still tormented with constant whispers of the ancestors in her mind).

Wars, Dwarves, Demons and High Blades

Mazguul gave birth to two pups during a long campaign in the Dwarven Lands. A male and a female whom were not named till well after the Tribe returned home. Roankth and Morgeth being their names. The pups were born in a Dwarven mill the Red Blades had taken over with the ever-faithful Rargnasha there for Mazguul's hand to grip. Roankth was brought into the world howling, the female un-breathing though through the effort of Morgeth Feralheart the little female soon filled the world with her cries as her brother had done.

Rargnasha took on the responsibilities of being the pup's sire for when Osan was not there and words could not express Mazguul's complete adoration of the orc as he held the new-born pair up proudly.

During these times Mazguul started to bond more and more with the Spirits of the ancestors. She began speaking to them on behalf of the Tribe, blessing the Tribe before battle and taking a far more active role in the spiritual well being of the Tribe - as a Thur'ruk should.

However, with her new ties to the spirits came greater peril. In the supposed safety of Garadar Mazguul was orcnapped by Fel Orcs and tortured due to her shamanistic wills. The Tribe came to her aid including her Chieftain and Rargnasha though a good Orc was killed much to Mazguul's despair. Rargnasha chose to stay around to look after Mazguul once more once she was safe, blaming himself for her orcnapping.

With more and more orcs joining the Red Blades the Chieftain decided to alter the Ranks of the orcs. Mazguul was proud to accept the rank of High Blade where she became equal to her Blood Sister and answering only to the Chieftain himself. Her respect, gratitude and adoration of her Chieftain reached new heights for the great and wondrous honour.

Spirits, hunts and Blademasters

After a small sabbatical Mazguul took to sorting out the lack of Thur'ruks in the Tribe. In her absence the Chieftain kindly took it upon himself to sort out training Scharda as a potential new Thur'ruk. Mazguul approved wholeheartedly with the Chieftain's wishes. Though Scharda soon vanished, as did the male Mazguul had been regularly taking to her bed - Gorewolf. Once more it was Rargnasha that comforted Mazguul in her grief and anger.

She was also asked by several other orcs for the chance to train as Thur'ruk. Garashna, Vraagar and Vezara being the three whom she took under her wing.

Once more Mazguul found herself carrying the pup of a male who had left her. She concluded she was destined to live alone and so turned her attention to constantly teasing males. However her playing backfired when the Varog'Gor, and Blademaster, Krogon Devilstep, her former tutorling no less, took a greater interest in her games than he had done so in all the previous years of her teasing. Rargnasha begged her not to play but still Mazguul continued to flit around the Blademaster.

Soon enough Krogon told Mazguul they were going to go hunting together... after the tribe hand rescued her from Burning Blade Cultitsts along with Morgeth's son, Kraag. Mazguul had considered turning Krogon down in her fury for being told what she must do down till Garashna made Mazguul consider the 'instruction' from the Blademaster seriously. It was not until a fair few drinking sessions with Rargnasha that she decided that she was sick of being alone and chose to pursue Krogon â€" though their relationship was rocky and did neither any good.
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[spoiler=Third Year with the Tribe]
Here the world is shattered as is Mazguul's heart. From the Forests of Feralas, to the frozen wastes of Northrend, to the Outlands, Mazguul follows her Tribe.

The Night of Destruction and Shattering

With little to do other than get ready to give birth Mazguul took to resting and eating much of the time. One night Krogon told her he had travelled as far sound in the Barrens as he could and would have to venture to the Thousand Needles to hunt. Unhappy about having to spend yet another night alone and terrified that no-one would be there to help her in pupbirth she reluctantly said farewell to the orc when he handed her his devilsaur tooth pendent and told her he would return for it.

Within five hours Mazguul, accompanied by Ravage, was hot on Krogon's heels - something wasn't right and she had to stop the orc. She was too late. As the Barrens tore open across the middle, right where Mazguul had been screaming in agony not only from the elements but due to her own pup deciding right then being the time she wished to be born, the High Blade was caught in the Shattering.

Finding Her Sister

A few days later a very un-pregnant Mazguul wandered back into the ranks of the Tribe having little recollection of anything much at all. A tauren named Akshland was the one who brought her back. After it became clear to a number of orcs that Mazguul was not quite right in the head she was left at the Crossroads while others formed search parties to find the missing orcs. Many orcs were found and returned to the Tribe over the coming days including Gnash and Kaigron. Krogon appeared a few days later having tried to out run a tidal wave and Rargnasha appeared a few days later still saying he had been... busy. It was being reunited with her Blood-Brother that brought Mazguul the most joy she had felt in months. Almost three weeks passed before she managed to find Osan and her twins again.

However, Mazguul had still not seen her blood-sister. Things for Mazguul got all the worse when Garashna insisted to speak of Mazguul's lack of a pup. In a sudden flood of painful memories Mazguul finally recalled what had happened to her during the Shattering - the truth of the matter being that as soon as pup was born the elements came for their half of the bargain from Mazguul's deal for Morgeth's soul all that time ago. Mazguul obeyed unquestioningly and as such she was spared and the pup was never to be seen again, it's fate unknown even to Mazguul.

With Morgeth still remaining unfound Mazguul couldn't settle down, nor could the Chieftain it seemed. After been given the idea by Shazula Mazguul offered to see if Ravage could help her pick up on Morgeth's trail where others could not. The Chieftain agreed and so Mazguul plus a host of other orcs, the Kozgugore included, fought their way into the ruins of Taurajo where the Chieftain was sure Morgeth had last been. Mazguul, using a blood and bone necklace that Morgeth had given Kozgugore, asked Ravage to help her track Morgeth and suddenly the she-orc found Ravage and herself becoming as one.

Ravage-Mazguul tore across the Southern Barrens with the orcs following behind, the pair following a trail only they could see. Mazguul was too busy in the spirit-world to speak and so Ravage used Mazguul's mortal form as a means to keep the orcs informed. Finally the orcs were lead to an abandoned Quillboar village and there the Chieftain was reunited with a pretty much alive Morgeth and Kraag (their son). Mazguul near cried when she saw her beloved Bloodsister was alive and safe, but kept her happiness to herself.

A Mate at Last

Mazguul's next few months were spent aiding her tribe all that she could while keeping her personal life away from the 'public eye'. Krogon and herself soon ended their attachment. She fought with her Blood Brother near constantly, for he was sick of her running off with various males, though he still comforted her in her anger and grief. He even helped her 'rescue' Krogon from the wrath of his fellow Blademasters â€" despite having no idea why Mazguul felt any loyalty towards the orc.

In a sudden rush of blood to the head Mazguul thought about her situation, and turned her full attention to Tazok, revelling in their time together as she discovered their feelings were mutual. However, Rargnasha soon made things all the more complicated again. After a chat in his hut the orc confessed that he could not keep quiet any longer. He was jealous of Tazok, loved the she-orc and had done so for too many years. He wished her to be his and his alone - he wished her to become his mate, to be with her in this world and the next. Not knowing what to do Mazguul left the hut and spent time out in the wilds with Ravage.

Within a week Mazguul had made her choice. Rargnasha, the orc that had always been there for her, whom she had secretly loved for many years, whom had poured his soul out to her, was whom she picked.

Conquest and Conspiracies

With Rargnasha off fighting in Mount Hyjal, Mazguul struggled to prevent her life being chaotic. When news that her beloved had died reached her the she-orc spiralled into a depression. The depression soon became a rage and Mazguul tried to kill Tazok in her anger. Even the Chieftain pulled Mazguul aside to warn her off her path of destruction. To make matters worse Mazguul found herself, after being too trusting, being forced to join the cult of Rargnaros.

It was a tauren by the name of Arrathane that helped Mazguul the most during her dark times. A spirit-walker of no small power, the tauren took a liking to the she-orc and kept her moral compass facing the right direction. He alone knew that Rargnasha was not dead but alive and well. Instead of telling the she-orc, he allowed events to play themselves out as they were intended. He watched Mazguul run into Tazok's arms in her grief. He watched her discover she was carrying the pup of the Dragonmaw. He watched her find Rargnasha alive and well. He watched her end her association to the Fire-Lord..... and end her fling with Tazok.

Unbeknownst to Mazguul the Spirit-walker had plans for her and had found himself caring more deeply for Mazguul than he had intended.

The call to war is never far away and Gnash the Younger (Gnash's son) called forth the Red Blades to Fight the Alliance in a long campaign. While Mazguul blessed the Tribe before battle she mainly stayed back at the camps to tend to the wounded. Given a small task by Gnash, to get her out of his hair, Mazguul found herself being orcnapped along with Sadok Sharptongue â€" whom she soon came to respect. During the orcnapping she also made a 'friend' within the alliance. A Dwarf known as Ildranor. While hostile to begin with, the mirthril toothed Dwarf took a liking to the pregnant she-orc and tried to protect her from the worst of the torture. Unfortunately Mazguul lost Tazok's pup after the ordeal. Sickness gripped the she-orc and had it not been for Orok and Grek'thar she may not have survived the rest of the campaign.

The Crone

Forced to return to Garadar out of a sense of loyalty to the Tribe, Mazguul travelled with the pack. With motherly adoration she told Sadok and Vashnarz the happy news that they were to become parents. In Motherly concern she discovered Sadok had a heart conditions cause by years of neglecting himself and took it up herself to keep the orc safe.

Still having little to give to the spirits, save for her own life, Mazguul's health began to deteriorate, She worked harder to find others who could become Thur'ruk and Gosh'kar but found few willing. That Regorn passed away doing what he believed was right did little to bring her comfort - though he did leave her his staff, which she placed in the home of the Chieftain for times of true need.

Mazguul near cried in relief as Rargnasha returned to the Tribe for the Kosh'harg celebration . Though the festivities held little joy. Vashnarz was having terrible nightmares. Sadok and Grek'thar were both tortured with the language of the demons. While members of the Tribe were suffering Mazguul could not relax. Instead she asked the spirits to tell her what was going on and was told that a foul old warlock was in charge, that she was using old powerful fel magics to manipulate the Tribe and that Sadok, Vashnarz and Grek'thar were linked to it somehow.

Rargnasha would have something to say about it all and spirited Mazguul away for the night, the pair becoming true mates at last.

Armed with this knowledge Mazguul wrote a letter to her sister and soon found herself going to war with demons from the minds of Sadok and Grek'thar. Her sister was wounded, Mazguul herself tricked into trusting a warlock and near loosing a battle she had to fight alone. Angry, wounded and livid Mazguul decided enough was enough and used ritual fire to burn Grek'thar and Sadok's souls free. Mazguul vowed to see the end of the one whol had made all such events happen: the Crone from her vision.

Barren Barrens, Fertile Forests, Cruel High Seas and Cages of Ice

Many more months passed and food, supplies and moral were starting to hit an all time low. Mazguul found herself forced to let her pups stay with Osan more often on his new farm so that she knew they would not go hungry. Rargnasha vanished leaving Mazguul to carry his pup, for their union was fruitful, alone - she had never been so angry or hurt.

Keen to keep herself busy she left the empty cave all too readily and headed for Feralas. Ogres, elves, spirit walks, these were trying times for the tribe. Yet a new influx of orcs made the High Blade Thur'ruk's heart sing. She sent all she could to Osan, Morgeth and Roankth though left little for herself. Though her happiness was short lived: she managed to get an orc's companion killed: Agar the eagle, companion of Ragaresh. Ragaresh hated her for it, blamed her even though she merely sent him on a quest for the spirits, and eventually she hated herself for it too. To make matters worse the Cheiftain ordered the Tribe to Northrend via Bilgewater harbour.

Mazguul couldn't have been more miserable on the boat to Northrend even if she tried. She was forced to leave her pups in Orgrimmar for she couldn't taken them with her and Osan had vanished. Ragaresh tried to kill her, for he was suffering from a fel taint, by pushing her overtboard along with himself and trying to drown her. Krogon dived in and saved her at the last moment. A few days later the boat hit fog and before Mazguul knew it the ship was being torn apart around her as the hit an iceberg. Valiantly, Krogon tried to get her out of harms way but alas he lost her in the chaos.

The next few days were but a blurr to Mazguul. She recalled the the cold. She recalled pain. She only regained consciousness to discover it was the Varog'Gor Groshnakk Swiftstrike whom had rescued her when she has struck a rock, passed out and fractured her leg badly. Only the Chieftain and Morgeth had seemed to have survived. Stuck in a cave for Mazguul was unable to move, the Chieftain kept Morgeth and Mazguul alive for over a week as the ever unliving, even untiring Death Knight watched over them. Mazguul begged them to leave her behind to save themselves. Eventually they were found by the rest of the Tribe - celebration though was short lived for the Vrykul was ever a threat.
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[spoiler=Final Days with the Tribe]

Grizzly Greetings

By now mostly hobbling along a little Mazguul was starting to regain the use of her leg. Torsul, a Druid of the Claw, took it upon himself to lend the she-orc a paw by letting her sit upon his back so she could still join in the Tribe hunts and ventures. In respect for him she decided never to eat another bear ever again. Life became better. Worgen were slain, Akshland came to visit, her New Blood Oargoth rose to Oathbound and she also received a very special present: Rargnasha.

Furious at first, she was too relieved to see the orc alive to care about where he had been. Though she was a little suspicious that he'd turned up just in time for the Tournament of the Blade.

Mazguul only watched the tournament, jealous of the females that could fight while she once again was left at the side lines tending to the more brutal wounds. The final battle between Rargnasha and Sadok had her hiding her eyes behind her hands: the two former Champion's battle was epic and she missed it all! While half of her was disappointed at the outcome the rest of her was pleased - having Rargnasha back was lifting the shaman's spirits.

Torsul soon vanished, though Mazguul was not going to give up looking for the druid nor give up on finding out which wolf it was that was howling round the camp each night.

The End?

Mazguul accompanied the tribe on its return from Northrend, and seemed to be at last happy, together with Rargnasha. She took up the role of racial ambassador as the tribe met with the Banner of the Bloodhoof for the first time. Shortly thereafter however, she became gradually more reclusive and eventually vanished entirely from public eye.

When orcs would ask Rargnasha where the High Blade was, he would merely guardedly respond that she was caring for her children. In time, he would avoid answering the question altogether, and had moved on to other females within months. Mazguul's ultimate fate is unknown to the tribe, but it would appear that she fell into a deep madness in the year following her disappearance, from which she may never have emerged.
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Things you may know about this character:
Mazguul delivered several prophecies during the Kosh'harg Festival, which are recounted within the Annals.

One of Mazguul's dearest companions was Bryaugh. One night, before she had met the Red Blades, Mazguul awoke in her small village to hear a lone wolf howling in the distance. Something compelled her to follow the sound and four days later she returned to the Village with a wolf whom she named Bryaugh. She would not say what had happened only that she felt something fantastic and then Bryaugh asked to join her. The pair never parted company. Eventually he died of old age â€" but she loved him till the end of his days and he would always be her most beloved of all. After Bryaugh died Mazguul fashioned a mask from his hide, wearing it always as a visual reminder of their never-ending bond.

Her other best-known companion was Ravage. During a hunting trip Mazguul stumbled across the tracks of a large cat. Having never seen paw prints that big the she-orc spent weeks hunting the cat down. When she finally landed the kill she was rather surprised to see that the spirit of the cat did not do as they normally did. Normally she saw them run away, instead this one stayed. The cat revealed itself as a Spirit of the Hunt that had decided to stay with the she-orc. Mazguul desperately tried to rid herself of the Spirit for fear of ridicule yet when she introduced the beast to the tribe the Spirit Cat was regarded with reverence and fear from the other Orcs. Pleased that the cat did not make her a laughing stock Mazguul accepted her companion for who she was and named the cat Ravage - named for all the things Mazguul did to the poor spirit in her attempts to rid herself of the thing. From Ravage's mortal remains she took the cat's teeth to wear with pride.

Mazguul was famed for her drinking habits and drinking songs, of which she knew many.

Mazguul's home was the Wailing Burrow, a den in the eye of the skull-shaped entry to the Wailing Caverns. It served as a common meeting-ground for bored Red Blades in the Barrens.

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Memorable Quotes:

• “Yer know when yers walk in ter a crowded room and everythin' be so loud tha' yers can't make sense o' a single conversation? Well tha's what I got goin' on in m' head all the feckin' time. Only it be in whispers and, most o' the time, in one o' the many languages I don't understand” - describing what her 'Curse' is like
• “Don't touch it! Yers might catch summit!” - comment about a Blood-Elf
• “Yup. We argue, we fight and we bicker.... but most of us know when ter stop and we all know when ter rally together. So aye... I be thinking the Tribe be like a real family. Why? Yers looking fer one of yers own?” ~ Mazguul to an Orc in Ratchet
• “Twice I be shootin' tha' creepy cat in the head ter see if it would die. I tried explosives, warlock spells, shaman banishment rituals, washin' it, pushin' it off a cliff, and settin' light ter it. Ain't one thin' worked. It still be here.... yers'd think it'd get the Grom-damned hint at least.” - to Norviskrall about Ravage
• "Keep talkin' like tha' and I won't need ter ask the Spirits ter set yer on fire! Em'll be tellin' me ter or em'll just go ahead and do it 'em feckin' selves!" - said in one many heated arguments
• “I bet yers anythin' he just be turnin' bloody right all the time and be steadily walkin' in smaller and smaller circles” - explaining the whereabouts of a late Burgorg
• “I only want 'em when I be with pup!!! Hmmm ... aaaaaaand when it take's m' fancy too o'course” - on the subject of eating gnomes

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[Name:]

[Source: Adapted from Gnash's OotRB Wiki entry.]



Name: Gnash the Younger
Alias: The Son of Stronghand
Rank: Oathbound

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Clan: Bleeding Hollow Clan
Class: Warlock
Alignment: Lawful Evil

Family: Gnash Stronghand (father), Hazra (mother)
Known Friends: Red Blade tribe, Mazguul Sharpeye
Known Enemies: Gargrom Blacktooth

Appearance:
Gnash is an orc of average height and posture. His gaunt features are pronounced by a bald head and a stubble beard. Apart from a faint red glow in his eyes that betrays the use of demonic energies, he does not yet show noticeable signs of physical corruption. The robes he dons are ornamented with thick blackened chains, otherworldly glowing orbs and the skulls of fallen adversaries. Some of these skulls are even impaled on the massive spikes of his shoulder armor.

At times he is accompanied by his demonic serf, the imp Jakmat. A foul-mouthing and mischievous creature, Jakmat often acts as a shoulder devil -- trying to persuade Gnash to perform evil acts. In return for his help, Gnash rewards Jakmat by beating him up and setting him on fire.

Personality:
In social settings Gnash is often described as whimsical, leaning to borderline. One moment he can be quite amicable and the next red hot with anger. Naturally, this is due to the fact that fel magic warps the mind and Gnash has not yet found a way to cope with this process. He therefore usually keeps to himself to avoid confrontation.

As a shunned figure in the tribe, Gnash tries hard to prove he is trustworthy and capable. He often cloaks his pride in selflessness, but in reality has little empathy for the weak and unfit. When confronted with the fact that he is a warlock, he makes himself out to be a martyr: it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

History:
Gnash the Younger is the son of the infamous Rrosh-tul Gnash Stronghand. He held little love for his deceased father, who abandoned him and his mother at a young age, but has accepted his post-death invitation to join the Orcs of the Red Blade nonetheless. Once a brash youth, due to his dabbling in dark magic he now starts to show signs of this abuse of power. He was a secretive and lonesome figure, and most definitely controversial, among the members of the Red Blade Tribe.

Gnash was born in an interment camp in the Arathi Highlands in the aftermath of the Second War. After the liberation, his mother Hazra brought him along to Kalimdor. He spent his childhood secluded on a farm in Durotar -- hunting small critters in the sands, wrestling the boys of the Durotar outback and taking care of the farm's scrawny boars. Often he asked about his father and Hazra would try her hardest to ignore his questions.

Once he would see his father. One day he simply stood in the doorway, bellowing at his startled son. It was an awkward reconciliation, especially because it was accompanied by strikes of Hazra's broom against Gnash Stronghand's head and excessive cursing of his genitals. Thankfully those particular details are lost in the sands of time! He pressed a carved wooden figurine of a wolf into Gnash's hands, gave him a gentle pat on the head and whisked a bottle of liquor off the shelf and was on his way again.

As time passed, Gnash became eager to diligently serve his Warchief. Life on the farm had been slow and familiar but young Gnash longed for adventure. So he traveled to Orgrimmar and enlisted in the service of the Horde. He spent the next three years being trained and grinded by renowned driller Logruk Stonewall and his ogre right-hand Chum Dwarfmauler.

During his martial training he grew closer to a rugged blademaster called Gargrom Blacktooth. Blacktooth, who trained the grunts in handling weapons, fitted himself into the role of mentor. He enjoyed Gnash's company and gave him worldly advise from time to time. One day a skirmish broke out with night elves in Azshara. There, it was Blacktooth who saved Gnash's life by fending off a mortal strike from a sentinel. From that day forward, Gnash had but one father figure.

When finally Gnash completed his training, he was assigned to the outpost of Stonard in the Swamp of Sorrows. Here he saw the Alliance slowly amassing its army. A clash of was unavoidable. It was here that he first encountered the orcs of the Red Blade. Apparently their presence in the Swamp of Sorrows had been twofold. The Red Blades did not only want to repel the Alliance, they had been searching for Gnash as well. It was Morgeth Feralheart who brought him the news of his father's death and his last wish: for his son to join the Red Blade tribe.

As the campaign against the Alliance continued, Gnash became infatuated by this mysterious tribe. They seemed to know an awful lot about his father. They could be able answer the questions he had. He fought side by side these orcs until the Alliance was forced to take its losses. Finally, on the day that they would leave, Gnash decided to come with them to Kalimdor.
Gnash found a mentor in Mazguul Sharpeye, the tribe's most revered shaman. Mazguul saw talent in Gnash, who could hear the faint whispers of the elementals, and started to train him in the ways of the shaman. He undertook a pilgrimage across Kalimdor to try and harness the four elements one by one. Sadly, this pilgrimage was ended abruptly by the return of Blacktooth. The blademaster had been keeping tabs on Gnash since his return to Kalimdor and 'accidentally' bumped in to him at the Barrens' Crossroads inn. Gnash told him of his plight and Blacktooth offered him a strange amulet that would supposedly protect him on his travels. Gnash accepted.

The next day Gnash continued his journey and was ambushed along the road side by a group of bandits. Vastly outnumbered and surrounded, Gnash clenched Blacktooth's gift and uttered a curse in the face of eminent demise. To his surprise, one of the bandits collapsed and started to gasp for air. After mere seconds the life had been sucked out of him. The other bandits understood that they mistook a warlock for a pilgrim and quickly fled into wilds. From that moment, the whispers of the elements faded.

Angered by Blacktooth's betrayal, and desperate to find a way to restore his elemental bond, Gnash sought the help of the secretive denizens of the Cleft of Shadows. Sadly, after deliberation he had to acknowledge that this bond was not mended easily and instead he decided to harness the dark magics to hunt the orc that inflicted this curse upon him. The amulet proved a helpful tool in that process, as it focused Gnash's spell-weaving with great efficiency.

The details of the process remain a secret however, as Gnash is reluctant to talk about his training in the Cleft. He remains vague of where he studied and with whom, but the Ragefire Chasm -- as the bastion of fel magic within Orgrimmar -- would be an accurate guess. As warlocks are shunned by orcish society, speaking of their training methods and rituals in detail can have dire consequences for whoever chooses to speak of them in public...

As Gnash learned more about his father's place in the tribe, he discovered that despite his many flaws he was lauded for his many battle scars and valor. He wanted to walk in his father's footsteps -- to for the first time be close to him in spirit. As the Alliance invaded the Southern Barrens, Gnash was given the perfect opportunity to demonstrate his determination and cunning. He called for a war summit with the allies of the Red Blade in Orgrimmar and convinced them of the necessity of retaliation. Calling upon his bloodline and martial heritage, he was appointed as commander and strategist of the campaign.

Over the course of several months, Gnash marched on the Path of Conquest. With great momentum the Horde achieved one victory after the other. The Alliance was driven out of the Southern Barrens and even pushed back to Theramore. As the battle moved to the Stonetalon Mountains, a crippling blow was dealt to the night elves at Battlescar Valley. Finally, the campaign was halted in Ashenvale. The Alliance had managed to recover from the surprisingly swift advance and brough reinforcements from overseas. The conquest ended at Kargathia Keep, where the Horde was pushed into Azshara by the newly invigorated Alliance army.

Gnash would be seen increasingly sparingly in the months after this campaign. He would resurface briefly during the tribe's journeys in Pandaria, then would fall off the radar again.

Things you may know about this character:
Gnash recorded the details of the Path of Conquest campaign in the Conqueror's Journal.

Things you may not know about this character:
Gnash the Younger used to call renegade Blademaster Gargrom Blacktooth a friend and mentor, until Blacktooth tricked him into resorting to fel magic by means of a mysterious amulet. Now, Gnash scours the length and breadth of Kalimdor for a sign of Blacktooth to exert his revenge.

Memorable Quotes:
"Har-har!"

Other Information:
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[Name:]

[Source: Adapted from Gnash's OotRB Wiki entry.]



Name: Gnash Stronghand
Alias: N/A
Rank: Rrosh-tul

Age: 40 at time of death
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Clan: Thunderlord Clan
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Family: Gnash the Younger (son), Hazra (mother to his son)
Known Friends: Red Blade tribe.
Known Enemies: N/A

Appearance:
Gnash's appearance could best be described as 'lived': deep furrows and faded battle scars almost seemed to cleave his gaunt features. His one eye had sunk deep into its socket. Naturally, he wore an eyepatch. Despite not being the biggest of orcs, Gnash used to be proportionately broad and muscular. A determinate stride and a smug demeanor were tell-tales of his confidence. Usually he wore a red battle armor consisting of plate and leather, adorned with furs.

Personality:
The first term that springs to mind when describing Gnash Stronghand would most likely be 'butch'. Gnash was Orcs of the Red Blade's own Dirty Harry, prefering to raise his fists or draw his weapon instead of using words. Surprisingly, he didn't win all that many brawls he engaged in. An extremely flawed orc in essence, Gnash was widely considered to be one (or more) of these things to any orc: 1. the local drunkard 2. the grumpy neighbor 3. not much of a role model 4. unstable and dangerous.

History:
Gnash Stronghand was a Rrosh-tul of the Red Blade tribe, one of the centurions that are entrusted with the task of carrying out the Chieftain's orders in battle. He shared traits both of the warrior and barbarian class.

Gnash was widely considered to be one of the tribe's best yet unreliable warriors at the time. Like Kad the Bear, he once lead a small revolt against the tribe's leader, in this case Kozgugore Feraleye, which ultimately lead to banishment from the tribe. Roughly a year later he was again reinstated after having helped push the tide of battle against the Dwarves in the Wetlands campaign.

After the Cataclysm, Gnash Stronghand rallied the tribe to go in pursuit of Twilight's Hammer cultists, whom had wounded several tribesmen and abducted one of them, Vezara Frostwalker. A small warband under his command gained foothold near the base of the Twilight Citadel and freed the abducted orc. During the skirmish, Gnash tried to stall a monstrous ettin as the other orcs fled from the Citadel. Here, he died due to a mortal wound -- a severed arm.

Before he perished, he managed to give Morgeth Feralheart a note telling her of the whereabouts of his only son, Gnash the Younger.

Things you may know about this character:
Stronghand was estranged from his son, Gnash the Younger, whom he abandoned to his mother's care at a young age.

Gnash wrote down his teachings on the Path of the Warrior, in an account now preserved for the Annals.

Things you may not know about this character:
Gnash's guide to the tavern was published after his death.

Memorable Quotes:

• "Sonumbitch!" - An expression of amazement.
• "Sheeeee-ut." - Idem.
• "This shit stinks like a pig's arse in the summer time." - Gnash's one-liner for when he found himself in a sticky situation.
• "Hur..?" - ? ? ?

Other Information:
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I'm not really sure what's happening here, but why not?

[A scrawled note at the top]

A scrawled note at the top: This is the fate of the alternate Clan Redblade upon Draenor, as related to us by a dying Nag'Ogar who had come to the ruined settlement Kraag'gol to pay his final respects to his Clan's ancestors.

The orc's name is Groknar Strongjaw. His name is not found elsewhere in the Annals. Though undistinguished in our timeline, this orc is to be nonetheless lauded for revealing the fate of our alternate ancestors.

-High Blade Sharptongue

"If you truly do not know, I will humour you. Although it does me no pride or joy to recount the... defeat of my clan.

It all began when the other clans began to mobilize. It was then that Akesh attempted to poison our beloved Chieftain, Stonebrow. But that coward underestimated the old one. No such a simple poison could fell our Chief.

But Akesh came... prepared. He had gathered a... -cult- of followers. And those who had simply -paid off-. With gold or sweet promises he could impossibly keep. There was infighting, and those loyal to the old ways and the Chieftain stood by his side.

Still, those traiterous runts were no match for myself and my brothers. Throughout my entire long life, I have seen nothing as sweet as the sight of that dog kneeling before our Chieftain in defeat.

He and his lapdogs was denied an honourable death. They were exiled, left to wander the cold wastes and mountains of the north. And we were left to scrape what little we had left, to start anew.

Or so we thought.

Those cowards must have happened upon the Iron Horde at some point. Because they came back with an -army-. Blackrock, Warsong, Bleeding Hollow... the whole lot of them.

They... laid waste to our home. Barely left a thing standing. We were weakened from the infighting, and only few of us managed to make it out alive.

The best of Stonebrow's orcs were offered a chance to join the Iron Horde. Those that refused were put down. So whatever is left of Clan Redblade is either scattered to the winds like I, or has joined the Iron Horde.

And the latter are no true Red Blades any longer. Whatever skills they once had, they matter little now that they are part of one giant, ugly machine.

I only barely made it out myself. I roamed the wastes in solitude, hoping they would not catch my tracks. It is only after all this time that I had the guts to finally return home.

And if you must know about Stonebrow... I have no idea. It shames me to admit, but I have lost sight of him. I do not know if he was killed in the fighting, or made his way out. Of all my dead brothers, the uncertainty of my Chieftain's fate is the worst.

My name is Groknar Strongjaw. Nag'Ogar to Grenth Stonebrow. And if you -do- succeed where I failed and happen to find him one day, you can tell him that much."

[Origins:]

The now defunct Packweaver was once a rank that stood on equal grounds with the Nag'Ogar, Gul'thauk and Gosh'kar. From blacksmiths to leatherworkers, from tailors to cooks, they were the skilled craftsmen and workers of the tribe, fulfilling the roles and responsibilities of those lacked the time or ability for these professions.

The Packweavers can best be described as the working class of the tribe. A Packweaver is basically all roles in the tribe's society that does not involve being a professional warrior, magician or shaman.

Origins:

With the coming of the Shattering, it soon became clear to Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye that there would come an increased need of a true worker class for the orcish race. Peons alone couldn't uphold the increased demand of labour due to the rebuilding of Orgrimmar and the renewed offensive upon the Alliance, and a need for paid labourers would soon increase. As a result, the Packweavers were called into being.

Contrary to peons however, Packweavers were in fact more than just labourers. They excelled at their trade, whether it be overseers, labourers, bards, blacksmiths, tanners, heralds, messengers, cooks, quartermasters, merchants, even tavern keepers. They all had their own place and responsibility in the tribe, and even though they may not be among the revered warriors or shaman of the Horde, they were a vital part of the Horde's war machine and daily tribal life.

Tribe History:

The tribe has never had a single Packweaver. The reasons for this have been speculated upon by certain orcs, as there is certainly no lack of demand for crafts amongst the Red Blades.

It may be that the skills needed of any New Blood to complete a tutor's challenges and swear the Oath of Blood preclude them from the pacifism and mundanities of the Packweaver's existence. It may also be that the tribe has survived comfortably either outsourcing its need for crafts, or having armor, weapons and other supplies manufactured by orcs holding other ranks, such as Nag'Ogar Devilstep's blacksmithing or Gul'thauk Blastblade's inscription.

Requisite:

After having become an Oathbound, an aspiring Packweaver was to prove his skills or craftsmanship in front of the tribe on a Tribe Meeting. This would vary depending on what trade he practiced.

Packweavers of the Tribe: