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So far however, I have not seen any Lore beind a Monk goal (were Shaman teach, Druid protect nature and Paladin being holy nut-jobs), All we know is they use something called Chi, if you need to follow a code like Sham/Dui/Paly is unknown as we don't got any lore about them yet

So currenly, yes you must be trained by a Pandarian Monk to be a Monk
We don't know if you need to follow some ideals or code of Honor
We don't know if you will be limited in things (like Paladin can't be dishonest etc. etc.)

After literally minutes of research, I have surmised that a monk's ethos/code has to do with the concept of balancing light and dark Chi (life-force) within themselves through training, discipline and meditation, thus attaining inner-peace and thus the ability to attempt to bring balance to the world Chi and Chi of others.

Though taught by Pandaren, there's no reason why someone couldn't come to that conclusion of inner balance and focus independently. Not to mention that the Windwalker (DPS) spec could be used in RP as a generic martial-artist or fist fighter without necessarily incorporating Chi ICly.

To back up the notion of Chi, I used infallible online resource Wikipedia:

The ancient Chinese described it as "life-force". They believed chi permeated everything and linked their surroundings together. They likened it to the flow of energy around and through the body, forming a cohesive and functioning unit.

I also consulted Chi specialist Dr Ben Kenobi, who stated:

The Chi is what gives a Monk his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.

[Orc]

Orc

Y’can take an orc, shake an orc
Forsake and rake and stake that orc
Grom, quake and make him ache, that orc
But you can never break that orc.

You can kick an orc, prick an orc
Pick, crick, flick and stick that orc but
An orc so sick has skin so thick
And you can never trick an orc.

You can hit an orc, split an orc
Slit, commit and spit on that orc
Take a steamin’ shit on that orc
But never make submit that orc.

You can whack an orc, smack an orc
Hack, make him lack and crack that orc
You attack and rack, but that orc
And his pack will always hit back.

I love how the entire Horde and Allience is on a total scale war, the End of the world is coming at Twilight, The entire world is forever scared and the Mighty Warriors of the Red Blade... Goes Fishing ^_^

To appropriate a quote from one of my favorite comedy series: "As the days go by, we face the increasing inevitability that we are alone in a Godless, uninhabited, hostile and meaningless universe. Still, you've got to laugh, haven't you?"

Besides, if Regorn were still alive and kicking, he'd use Aged Yolk for lure and scare away all the fish. 

[The Buoys are Back in Town:]

This week's Tribe Fishing Derby was a chance for the tribe's orcs to kick back, relax and hone their angling skills. Some selected photographs of the event, along with incredibly bad wordplay as commentary:


^ The Buoys are Back in Town: As the Derby begins, our participants get their feet wet at beautiful Shadowprey Village.


^ Making Waves The competition gets into the swim of things, with Vashnarz Talonslayer and Yegra both angling for the top prize.


^ Hook Line 'n' Stinker: Varog'Gor Swiftstrike doesn't participate, but seems to be having a 'crate' time nonetheless. I suppose she didn't want to be dead in the water.


^ That Sinking Feeling: Falling behind in the competition, Orok Felbane must tread water or have his hopes dampened; under pressure, perhaps he should invest in a barometer.


^ There's Plenty More Fish in the Sea: The tribe had great fun at the Derby, but now have bigger fish to fry. Onwards to Northrend!

Can't say I've been tempted by SW:ToR or GW2, especially from an RP point of view. I'll still be on WoW even if Mists of Pandaria seems a comparatively weak expansion - it's still the best thing going in the MMO market.

Finally, I can look at my map once again without looking like a prat (well, mostly). 

Do remember to bind the macro to your 'm' key for the same functionality.

[Archimonde]

"Let this scar signify the first blow against the mortal world. From this seal shall arise the doom of men, who, in their arrogance, sought to wield our fire as their own. Blindly they build their kingdoms upon stolen knowledge and conceit. Now they shall be consumed by the very flame they sought to control.” - Archimonde
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The wind was fierce. Its sickening howl pierced my eardrums sharper than any knife could, drowning out all other sound with its spine-chilling wail - like a horribly wounded worg whining in excruciating pain. That same worg bit and snapped hungrily at my bare skin, stinging the raw green flesh with lash after lash of sharp pain. The torment was unrelenting; with chilblain wracked hands I continued to scale the precarious ridge, ridden with sharp needled crags that cruelly perforated and lacerated with each desperate handhold. It was agony unending; I could take no more. Seeking respite upon an overhanging precipice, I finally submitted to its jagged barbs; the edges cutting slowly into my back, I desperately attempted to catch my breath. The air was thin.

Far above me gaudily shone that most terrifying kaleidoscope of ley energies, the Twisting Nether - even in the midst of nightfall its haunting eldritch undulations chaotically entwined as if in an obscene mockery of lovers’ embrace. Where once I looked with awe to its boundless anarchic expanses, seeing pure potential and power, I now saw only a vast, uncaring and cruel cosmos, where the wicked rule and horrific atrocities were afflicted upon the innocent and valorous. Below the brightly scintillating, wholly unnerving radiance of the Nether loomed a thick, sinister fog - effaced within, a mist-shrouded pit of rocky daggers should I fall. Closing my heavy eyes, I attempted to draw upon faint recollections of tattered maps depicting Draenor before the destruction wrought by Ner’zhul’s folly - had the Blade’s Edge Mountains always been this inhospitable? Its infamous blades had likely been made literal by the demonic corruption that continued to bathe what was now Outland, twisting the land into a horrifying perversion of what it once was.

Perhaps that too was my fate - to be twisted like this accursed world. For all my flaws, it was ultimately curiosity that had doomed me. I felt compelled to read the dark affichage dropped by a man’ari eredar lord as the tribe assaulted the Twilight Ridge, and was rewarded (justly, perhaps) with the ability to understand the dark tongue of Eredun. This forbidden knowledge had its price - not intended for mortals, it would be only a matter of time before the corruption withered my soul and drained my lifeforce. Even now, I could feel the latent wrong pumping through my tortured veins, stinging my blood with a dull burning sensation. How long until I found myself remade into an unholy mockery that would inherit my name and body yet be an affront to everything I purport to stand for? How long until I could no longer trust myself? Already I suspected that my curse was damaging those around me; my poor mate, already saddled with the heavy burden of carrying my unborn child, had began to suffer sleep deprivation and experience horrific nightmares in the days since my affliction. It hurt me profoundly to see her slump around Garadar, her energy drained and her spirit broken - cruelly punished for merely sharing her furs with me each night. That was why I left Nagrand hurriedly, wracked with guilt and shame - to grant her reprieve from my curse.

Yet that was not the sole reason for this foolish foray to the Blade's Edge Mountains - I wished to resume my stalled training along the path of Gosh’kar, long since stripped off all momentum. I had initially believed it was High Blade Sharpeye’s fault - she had been nigh impossible to track down and discuss the issue of my training, proving decidedly elusive in the days since Bloodmark’s return. But could I blame her? Her beloved, long since considered at rest, had returned from the grave and had made the journey to Nagrand ostensibly to spend the Kosh’harg with her. Perhaps then it was my fault - Gosh’kar was a rank traditionally reserved for shamans and yet rather than aim for Nag’Ogar or Varog’Gor, I was determined to force myself into the Brotherhood of the Totem. I possess none of the blind faith or sombre reverence that I see in the tribe’s other shamans, and as such have seen my own path grind to a halt as other Gosh’kar aspirants flourish. I had hoped that this perilous pilgrimage would change my fortunes, but it would be a significant challenge to reach the tribe’s burial grounds high in the north, let alone to speak with the spirit of Grenth Stonebrow, the last Chieftain of the Red Blade Clan before its dissolution into the Old Horde. Would such communion with the spirits be the key to finding a cure for this curse, or would my endeavors towards Gosh’kar be undone by my later inevitable corruption?

Enough. It was dark and this was hardly time to be consumed by such idle doubts and worries. To linger here much longer would be folly. I took a sharp intake of breath; my throat was instantly coated with a thin layer of dry dust. My chest was painfully tight and my torn robes were soaked with cold sweat. The light was failing and darkness flooded the rocky daggers and razor barbs, ensconcing them in thick twilight. I had no love to keep me warm and no company to keep me sane. Below me lay death; above me salvation. I was somewhere between, upon a blade’s edge.

I continued my climb ever upwards.

((Set before Morgeth's resolution. Sadok is the narrator. Went for claustrophobic heavy prose in an attempt to set a suffocating, unpleasant tone.))

I'll post a hypothetical concept just for the hell of it.

There is an established precedent of orcs joining the Argent Dawn/Crusade:
(references: - http://www.wowpedia.org/Argent_Officer_Garush
- http://www.wowpedia.org/Crusader_Brune
- http://www.wowpedia.org/Gutcheck
- http://www.wowpedia.org/Grunn%27Holde
- http://www.wowpedia.org/Lieutenant_Beitha
- http://www.wowpedia.org/Gurric
- http://www.wowpedia.org/Lieutenant_Julek
- http://www.wowhead.com/npc=44437#screenshots:id=192069)

Hypothesis: An Argent-affiliated orc unwilling to fight the Alliance but happy to belong to and contribute to the Red Blade tribe (motivated by bettering the tribe, his race, Azeroth itself). Obviously, there would be tension from various tribesorcs about this conflict of interest (which would be intriguing to see, personally). Would such a character be compatible in the Red Blade tribe without abandoning his Argent philosophies? (Namely independence from Horde/Alliance, focusing on bettering his world rather than his faction)

Please discuss. I have a feeling this could go either way.

Two more stories of Shaarkub added.

Sometimes I wonder why I write these as I doubt many will read them.... but then I recall how much fun they were to do XD All hail that bottle of wine and my best friend =)

I read the Shaarkub stories from beginning to (thus far) end and enjoyed them - self-contained stories, each with their own plot and moral, but linking into a larger plotline.

And I want whatever cold medication you're on. The amount you've added to the Wiki in the last 48 hours is staggering - clearly near-unconsciousness and gross incoherence are the perfect cure for writer's block. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argument_from_ignorance

Just because it isn't specifically stated that something didn't happen, it doesn't necessarily mean that it can happen (i.e. just because something is figuratively -possible- doesn't make it a good idea). I'd be wary of playing such an esoteric character - the mark of a good RP character (and a good RPer) isn't a checklist of 'unique' attributes, it's about playing a character well. I of course appreciate the irony of the situation given that Sadok is an orc mage (lollore) that studied in the Undercity (hypocrisy), but I don't see what an undead orc Forsaken brings to the table other than OOC controversy - I'd generally stay away from any half-breed character without a solid basis (important NPCs at least) on the lore.

That's my opinion, at least.

Everybody's favourite sociopathic, psychotic undead Varog'Gor, Groshnakk:

I'll drink to that. *slurps coffee*

Without the well-organised events that happen without fail every week, the guild would quite literally (both IC and OOC) slow to a standstill. Thanks for making ORB such fun - Koz and Morg in particular, who have put hundreds of hours of their time into this.

Will be on hiatus from WoW from 6th October likely until around the 11-12th. Getting set up in University - will be back for RP fun and games afterwards. 

I am intrested by this
please, tell me, I have never done anything before at a Wiki
how do I stel Koz codes?

Navigate to the Kozgugore page, click Edit/View Source (depending on whether you're logged in or not) and copy/paste the entire beautiful, beautiful entry into the word processor of your choice. After comparing the code to the finished Koz page, you should slowly figure out what each bit of code does: ===whatever=== for a new section, [[whatever]] to link to a page on the ORB wiki, etcetera. And of course, paste the finished code/entry into the already-created Regorn page.

And don't forget to... erm, replace the words - say, from 'Kozgugore Feraleye is the Chieftain of the Red Blade tribe' to 'Regorn Thunderheart is a friendless yolk shaman that reeks of the dirty stinking smell of awfulness. He's dead now too.' 

PS. you should change my Wiki Page, I can't do it as I have no clue how

If you log on using your forum name on the top right corner of the Wiki page, you can hit 'Edit' on your page and go from there. Formatting is rather easy if you 'borrow' code from someone else's page - sorry Koz!