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#71
Game Related / Re: 15 Year Anniversary Tribut...
Last post by Rehbande - November 30, 2020, 08:42:28 PMMe and my dear wife (Vargukha) were just sitting and remembering the good old days in WoW when I decided to see if the tribe is still alive. It sure seems to be!
It sure is amazing to read your stories and that the tribe is still going strong, more than 15 years later. We used to be a part of it a loooong time ago, when the world was young and the orcs were an unruly bunch that just loved to get in a fight. I joined the Red Blades when Akesha and Kad were looking for new orcs to join the tribe.
Koz and the others, you are amazing! You have developed a great community that has survived for a very long time. I just wish I had time to play again and be the old relic from the past.
Stay strong!
It sure is amazing to read your stories and that the tribe is still going strong, more than 15 years later. We used to be a part of it a loooong time ago, when the world was young and the orcs were an unruly bunch that just loved to get in a fight. I joined the Red Blades when Akesha and Kad were looking for new orcs to join the tribe.
Koz and the others, you are amazing! You have developed a great community that has survived for a very long time. I just wish I had time to play again and be the old relic from the past.
Stay strong!
#72
Game Related / Re: 15 Year Anniversary Tribut...
Last post by Kozgugore - November 21, 2020, 02:20:21 PMYou're always welcome to pitch in, Claws! Gladly in fact, because where would the guild be without its resident stalker in the bushes? 
The reason you probably missed the post previously was because most of the guild's communications happen on our Discord nowadays, which is a separate chat program. You're welcome to join it if you like really, but it might be a tad overwhelming with all the youngsters running about, who knows.
(Though having said that, the community's average age is probably quite a bit higher nowadays too - we're all getting old!)
In any case, great as always to hear from you Claws!
The reason you probably missed the post previously was because most of the guild's communications happen on our Discord nowadays, which is a separate chat program. You're welcome to join it if you like really, but it might be a tad overwhelming with all the youngsters running about, who knows.
(Though having said that, the community's average age is probably quite a bit higher nowadays too - we're all getting old!)
In any case, great as always to hear from you Claws!
#73
Game Related / Re: 15 Year Anniversary Tribut...
Last post by Claws - November 20, 2020, 12:13:07 AMSorry I missed this post and not sure if I should add it on to the end but here goes.
15 years now I do feel old.
Been here for 14 years and 8 months and still here.
Had my best internet gaming times with this game and the motley crew old and (some) new.
(I would hate to work out how much time and money in total).
I have rubbed a lot of different people up the wrong way in my time at the top of the Guild and the bottom and would if I could take a lot of it back but insight is a wonderful thing.
Why?
Because I’m really an Orc! a grumpy old git and after all the time I spend in the shadows of this group, I would find it imposable to just walk away.
So, I keep myself to myself and listen in and mix in when nobody sees or hears me much to the relief of Koz and co.
I cannot even start to name names there have been literary hundreds of different people here who just popped in for a look and stayed so the group must have been doing something right.
Much of it owed to the founders of the group Akesha, Kad, Oznack, Rehbande, Vargukha, to name but a few.
I like so many am not sure how this game will finally die out but I think I will still be here holding the door.
Love to you allClaws .....Carol.
15 years now I do feel old.
Been here for 14 years and 8 months and still here.
Had my best internet gaming times with this game and the motley crew old and (some) new.
(I would hate to work out how much time and money in total).
I have rubbed a lot of different people up the wrong way in my time at the top of the Guild and the bottom and would if I could take a lot of it back but insight is a wonderful thing.
Why?
Because I’m really an Orc! a grumpy old git and after all the time I spend in the shadows of this group, I would find it imposable to just walk away.
So, I keep myself to myself and listen in and mix in when nobody sees or hears me much to the relief of Koz and co.
I cannot even start to name names there have been literary hundreds of different people here who just popped in for a look and stayed so the group must have been doing something right.
Much of it owed to the founders of the group Akesha, Kad, Oznack, Rehbande, Vargukha, to name but a few.
I like so many am not sure how this game will finally die out but I think I will still be here holding the door.
Love to you all
#74
The Campfire / Bamm at the Hill
Last post by Bamm - October 30, 2020, 01:22:39 PMBamm at the Hill
Bamm was racing Boomer around Razorhill as the sun set, a wide grin on his face he was winning. Boomer let out a happy mechanical bark and then engaged his turbo and sped past Bamm to Bamm’s loud infuriated laughter.
“ Dang it Boomer hahahah you scamp that’s cheating!!!â€
Bamm was secretly proud Boomer’s ability to use abilities without prompt was getting stronger, his instinct programming was getting more mailable and more creative, Boomer didn’t engage his turbo till the last hundred meters. He hollered loudly and cheered at Boomer patting and making a fuss of his to Boomer’s happy delight he span on the spot and let out another happy bark.
Bamm thought dwelled on his friends in Northrend he hoped they would be ok. Verzan’s and Throatrender's patronizing comments affected him, “Protect the hill?†Why did they always speak to him like a peon, he’d never bring it up, he would never hurt his friends feelings but he wasn’t a peon his eyes focused on Boomer as the mechanodog stalked a lizard then ignited it with his flamethrower, Bamm chuckled. A peon couldn’t create that, he was so close to creating life, real life, mechanical life that didn’t act on command but instinct. The complex math, science and engineering he put into Boomer his blood sweat and tears. Was it because he refused to be sad or dour like the others? Was it his love of life mistaken for stupidity.
No he thought. He refused to change if they saw him as stupid he would let them, he would care for them regardless, he would never be, moody, dour, angry or angsty.
His Momma always said you get back what you put into the world and then something about hydras being angry because they got all them teeth and no toothbrush and that made him laugh out loud for quite a while. A Razorhill guard peered at him as he walked past and slightly recoiled confused. Bamm returned to his camp at first whistling a happy if somewhat off key tune, He wanted to be happy so he would be happy, Boomer bounced a ran around his feet, Bamm did a few happy steps of a dance backwards and forth and span on the spot clapping his hands and then breaking into a ditty of a song about Goblin with large assets as he used a wrench as a microphone.
There was explosives to create, if these undead attack Razorhill again. He would tear them to pieces with explosive force, shrapnel, fire and Boomer.
Bamm was racing Boomer around Razorhill as the sun set, a wide grin on his face he was winning. Boomer let out a happy mechanical bark and then engaged his turbo and sped past Bamm to Bamm’s loud infuriated laughter.
“ Dang it Boomer hahahah you scamp that’s cheating!!!â€
Bamm was secretly proud Boomer’s ability to use abilities without prompt was getting stronger, his instinct programming was getting more mailable and more creative, Boomer didn’t engage his turbo till the last hundred meters. He hollered loudly and cheered at Boomer patting and making a fuss of his to Boomer’s happy delight he span on the spot and let out another happy bark.
Bamm thought dwelled on his friends in Northrend he hoped they would be ok. Verzan’s and Throatrender's patronizing comments affected him, “Protect the hill?†Why did they always speak to him like a peon, he’d never bring it up, he would never hurt his friends feelings but he wasn’t a peon his eyes focused on Boomer as the mechanodog stalked a lizard then ignited it with his flamethrower, Bamm chuckled. A peon couldn’t create that, he was so close to creating life, real life, mechanical life that didn’t act on command but instinct. The complex math, science and engineering he put into Boomer his blood sweat and tears. Was it because he refused to be sad or dour like the others? Was it his love of life mistaken for stupidity.
No he thought. He refused to change if they saw him as stupid he would let them, he would care for them regardless, he would never be, moody, dour, angry or angsty.
His Momma always said you get back what you put into the world and then something about hydras being angry because they got all them teeth and no toothbrush and that made him laugh out loud for quite a while. A Razorhill guard peered at him as he walked past and slightly recoiled confused. Bamm returned to his camp at first whistling a happy if somewhat off key tune, He wanted to be happy so he would be happy, Boomer bounced a ran around his feet, Bamm did a few happy steps of a dance backwards and forth and span on the spot clapping his hands and then breaking into a ditty of a song about Goblin with large assets as he used a wrench as a microphone.
There was explosives to create, if these undead attack Razorhill again. He would tear them to pieces with explosive force, shrapnel, fire and Boomer.
#75
Red Blade Records / Re: Kyrazha Throatrender
Last post by Rhonya - October 28, 2020, 11:44:55 AMMuch needed update done...!
#76
Odds & Ends / Re: Clan Heirlooms and Relics
Last post by Vraxxar - October 27, 2020, 07:39:05 PMUpdated with another artifact!
#77
Applications / Re: Dumm
Last post by Kozgugore - October 24, 2020, 02:42:30 PMWhy hello there, Dr. Dumm! Thank you for showing interest in our merry, little band of orcs! It's been quite some time since we've had someone post an application here since it's officially no longer really necessary any more, but it nonetheless remains a great way to introduce yourself and your concept to us. Having said that, I'm definitely intrigued by the concept you're trying to set up here - sure seems like a fun as heck character to play around with! So without any further ado, do feel free to give any of our members who are above New Blood rank to a poke in-game in order to try and set up an IC meeting with them. Then we can see how well your orc will be able to fit in and whether he's got the... smarts to join!
We're active throughout most days of the week, but any day past 20:30 is usually a time where you can be certain to find some of us bumbling about in-game. See you there and good luck!
Having said that, I'm definitely intrigued by the concept you're trying to set up here - sure seems like a fun as heck character to play around with! So without any further ado, do feel free to give any of our members who are above New Blood rank to a poke in-game in order to try and set up an IC meeting with them. Then we can see how well your orc will be able to fit in and whether he's got the... smarts to join!We're active throughout most days of the week, but any day past 20:30 is usually a time where you can be certain to find some of us bumbling about in-game. See you there and good luck!
#78
Applications / Dumm
Last post by Dumm - October 24, 2020, 05:58:20 AM- Just to meet some orcs..
- "Just to meet some orcs" repeated the guard impatiently. You came here to meet what orcs, and why, for what purpose, are you conspiring or why the heck can't you answer simplest questions?
- No, look, me never met them. Only want to meet them. That be all, not cons-cons-whatever!
- Ahem. And how do you know they're at Razor Hill? I've been on guard for twelve hours and ain't seen no Red Blades.
- Me not know, me look for them in the morning, now can go to inn? Please?
The guard rolled his eyes.
- Fine, but first, you tell me your name, so I - wait, can you write?
The orc nodded.
- You write here your name. And don't look at me like that, I have my orders. There's talk of unrest that... well, nevermind, write your name here.
The guard handed him a pen and a scroll with a handful of names on. The orc added under them, slowly, "D U M M", in big, flowery letters.
- Dumb! the guard burst into laughter.
- D-oo-m, no dumb! Why you callin me dumb, it's d-oo-oo-m, me name, you wants me name, it's d-oo-m, the orc responded quickly.
- Fine, "Doom", but the clan? Write the clan too.
The orc hesitated. The guard noticed and his mood quickly turned into suspicion.
- Any orc, brown or green, is proud of his clan! What orc are you?
- Me is proud, but not tell..
- You will tell, the guard snapped, looking towards the garrison across the road. Or you will spend the night with us, and you, you will tell!
- No, no angry, me tell, just not.. Okay.
The orc sighed, and wrote in fancy letters: FLOWERPICKER. Then handed the scroll and quickly entered the inn. The guard wasn't going to stop him. He was too busy with another burst of hysterical laughter.
- "Just to meet some orcs" repeated the guard impatiently. You came here to meet what orcs, and why, for what purpose, are you conspiring or why the heck can't you answer simplest questions?
- No, look, me never met them. Only want to meet them. That be all, not cons-cons-whatever!
- Ahem. And how do you know they're at Razor Hill? I've been on guard for twelve hours and ain't seen no Red Blades.
- Me not know, me look for them in the morning, now can go to inn? Please?
The guard rolled his eyes.
- Fine, but first, you tell me your name, so I - wait, can you write?
The orc nodded.
- You write here your name. And don't look at me like that, I have my orders. There's talk of unrest that... well, nevermind, write your name here.
The guard handed him a pen and a scroll with a handful of names on. The orc added under them, slowly, "D U M M", in big, flowery letters.
- Dumb! the guard burst into laughter.
- D-oo-m, no dumb! Why you callin me dumb, it's d-oo-oo-m, me name, you wants me name, it's d-oo-m, the orc responded quickly.
- Fine, "Doom", but the clan? Write the clan too.
The orc hesitated. The guard noticed and his mood quickly turned into suspicion.
- Any orc, brown or green, is proud of his clan! What orc are you?
- Me is proud, but not tell..
- You will tell, the guard snapped, looking towards the garrison across the road. Or you will spend the night with us, and you, you will tell!
- No, no angry, me tell, just not.. Okay.
The orc sighed, and wrote in fancy letters: FLOWERPICKER. Then handed the scroll and quickly entered the inn. The guard wasn't going to stop him. He was too busy with another burst of hysterical laughter.
#79
The Campfire / A Raven’s Trial pt 3
Last post by Karnna - October 20, 2020, 11:34:00 AMShe was dying, Karnna knew that as her eyes slowly opened, a crimson thread of blood spilled upwards as she continued to sink further into the water.
Is this the end? She thought to herself this is how I die? I expected, something grander. It was a bitter though and she knew it. An assassin should not expect to die heroically or live into old age. Many either get too slow and die on the job, or they quietly fade away, never to be seen again. It seemed Karnna had fallen into the former.
“Let go†came a voice echoing around her, was it her own? No, it didn’t seem like it.
“Let go†it came again, now Karnna could feel panic building up inside her, what was that voice? It was alien to her yet...familiar, she tried to look around and found she was no longer in the moat but in what seemed like endless water and below her total darkness, yet in that darkness she could see...something, shapes shifting and moving within the abyss she was sinking toward.
“Let go...and be one...with us.†The voice was louder now and Karnna struggled to move, yet she had no strength left in her and even the effort to try was only serving to weaken her further.
“You will be one with the shadows, one with the void.†the voice spoke as tendrils of darkness snaked toward her, wrapping themselves around her and pulled at her, speeding her to eternal rest. Karnna let out a scream only to drink in the water around her, she struggled, and tried to fight it but it was of no use.
“No, not like this, there is so much I still want to do!†Karnna wanted to shout. She thought of her brother, there was so much she wanted to tell him, to let him know how much he had meant to her even as he cursed her, then to her sister Kulgha, whom she wanted to keep safe, they had promised to serve as Blood riders together. Her mentor came next, he who warned her of this fate, of becoming too attached to Shadows and it’s dark masters how she wished she had heeded his lessons more carefully. Then lastly to Nakobu, the strange mag’har priest, the one who had stolen her heart, she bitterly cried that she could have stolen his.
“This is where you belong...this is your true home†The voice was louder now and Karnna could barely make out the light above her. Maybe she deserved this fate? Maybe the others had always been right about her, she was a monster, a villain, someone who never truly belonged with the likes of the Red Blades or the Frostwolves.
“You are Karnna Blackfeather, Blood Rider of the Red Blades, sister of my sister, and my friend, remember that.â€
That voice was Gul’rok, one of her few friends within the Blades, he had said that to her when she was at her lowest point, when she was ready to give up on the clan and flee into the darkness.
“We are brothers and sisters in arms, you are worth it Blackfeather!†came another voice, of Verzan Skywise, a fellow Nag’Ogar one of whom Karnna had grown to trust; her words had helped keep Karnna from simply walking away from the clan.
Yet that what she was doing now was it not? If she allowed the darkness to take her, she would be betraying the trust they had put in her, no she would not do that she would not give up!
With a surge of strength Karnna managed to pull free of the tendrils of darkness dragging her down and starting swimming upward toward the Light, as she tried to reach the top, she could feel the dark tentacles chasing her trying to catch her again, but she would not let them, she was almost free but it was still so far to the surface, they would reach her before she could make it.
But then a figure dived into the water, she could not make out who it was, it’s hand reached for her and she grabbed and soon she felt herself surging upward and upwards until she felt herself break through and was blinded by a sudden flash of light.
Karnna let out a gasp of air as she woke up and quickly tried to figure out where she was.
It was a campsite, a fire nearby, around them was a familiar landscape, she was back in Alterac Mountains, but how? The last thing she remembered was sinking into the moat of Stormgarde.
“Finally awake? About damn time†came a familiar gruff voice. Turning to see a green figure sitting next to her, his eyes bloodshot and bags hung under them, blueish black hair once done up in a braid, now hanging long and loose, it was her brother, Zarok Frostmane.
“What….how did I?†Karnna began, before her brother raised a hand for silence. “I found you in the ruins of Ar’gorok, you were bleeding, shivering delirious, I had to get you away from there.†She was stunned, not just the fact she was found far from where she fell, but that her brother had come looking for her, she didn’t even know if he had noticed she had left.
“The hell were you even doing Karnna? You’ve been gone for over a week? We’ve been worried†Her brother continues causing Karnna to let out a scoff “Really? Worried about me? I would not think anyone would have cared if I was gone†She hugged her legs tightly as she sat up, her brother frowned “Of course I’d care, we’re family, and you have your new clan waiting for you, no?†She said nothing, looking away she wondered Were They waiting for her? Did they even want her back? After everything? “I’m...not sure†she muttered and for a moment the two sat quietly by the fire.
She was lost in thought, trying to understand everything that had happened to her? Was it all a dream? A near death experience? Or something else entirely? She notice something though a lightness to high, as if a burden had removed from her shoulders, she could no longer feel the oppressive aura of shadows she normally surrounded her, it had been a constant and grew more powerful the more she delved into shadow magic and with it none she suddenly felt...free, happy. She breathed deeply in the cold mountain air and let out an exhale.
“I’m sorry†she finally said, almost startling her brother. “I have not been...easy to deal with, when you needed I sent you away when I should have talked to you, I drifted far from those that were my friends, my family because I felt I didn’t need them, I was wrong so...sorry.â€
Zarok smiled “I am glad you’ve started sounding like a Frostwolf again, and I’m sorry too, for causing so much trouble†Zarok got to his feet first and grabbed something and offered it to Karnna. “Here, these were left behind you by...whoeverâ€. It was a case, bearing the mark of the Uncrowned a symbol that those part of the underworld would recognize. Opening the case, Karnna’s eyes went wide, they were a pair of beautiful short swords, both bearing runes of power with them came a note, opening it Karnna read.
“My Dear Student I am glad to see you’ve completed your task, at great personal risk to yourself. I am hopeful that my words to you might finally have sunk in, as I can feel the presence of dark magic around you has faded. Do not let yourself fall to it’s temptation again or next time I fear you will not be able to come back.â€
“I believe these new weapons will serve you well, they are Mageslayers, weapons designed for dealing with magic users, use them well, my raven.â€
Karnna smiled, she knew now who had saved her that night, her dear mentor, she would not let him down, nor would she continue to allow herself to wallow in self pity.
Closing the case, Karnna got to her feet and stare out into the landscape, the whole of Alterac before her, it was beautiful. It was her home that she loved so dear, but she knew it was time to leave.
“Come brother†she said, with a step in her voice “It is time for me to return to my dutiesâ€
Is this the end? She thought to herself this is how I die? I expected, something grander. It was a bitter though and she knew it. An assassin should not expect to die heroically or live into old age. Many either get too slow and die on the job, or they quietly fade away, never to be seen again. It seemed Karnna had fallen into the former.
“Let go†came a voice echoing around her, was it her own? No, it didn’t seem like it.
“Let go†it came again, now Karnna could feel panic building up inside her, what was that voice? It was alien to her yet...familiar, she tried to look around and found she was no longer in the moat but in what seemed like endless water and below her total darkness, yet in that darkness she could see...something, shapes shifting and moving within the abyss she was sinking toward.
“Let go...and be one...with us.†The voice was louder now and Karnna struggled to move, yet she had no strength left in her and even the effort to try was only serving to weaken her further.
“You will be one with the shadows, one with the void.†the voice spoke as tendrils of darkness snaked toward her, wrapping themselves around her and pulled at her, speeding her to eternal rest. Karnna let out a scream only to drink in the water around her, she struggled, and tried to fight it but it was of no use.
“No, not like this, there is so much I still want to do!†Karnna wanted to shout. She thought of her brother, there was so much she wanted to tell him, to let him know how much he had meant to her even as he cursed her, then to her sister Kulgha, whom she wanted to keep safe, they had promised to serve as Blood riders together. Her mentor came next, he who warned her of this fate, of becoming too attached to Shadows and it’s dark masters how she wished she had heeded his lessons more carefully. Then lastly to Nakobu, the strange mag’har priest, the one who had stolen her heart, she bitterly cried that she could have stolen his.
“This is where you belong...this is your true home†The voice was louder now and Karnna could barely make out the light above her. Maybe she deserved this fate? Maybe the others had always been right about her, she was a monster, a villain, someone who never truly belonged with the likes of the Red Blades or the Frostwolves.
“You are Karnna Blackfeather, Blood Rider of the Red Blades, sister of my sister, and my friend, remember that.â€
That voice was Gul’rok, one of her few friends within the Blades, he had said that to her when she was at her lowest point, when she was ready to give up on the clan and flee into the darkness.
“We are brothers and sisters in arms, you are worth it Blackfeather!†came another voice, of Verzan Skywise, a fellow Nag’Ogar one of whom Karnna had grown to trust; her words had helped keep Karnna from simply walking away from the clan.
Yet that what she was doing now was it not? If she allowed the darkness to take her, she would be betraying the trust they had put in her, no she would not do that she would not give up!
With a surge of strength Karnna managed to pull free of the tendrils of darkness dragging her down and starting swimming upward toward the Light, as she tried to reach the top, she could feel the dark tentacles chasing her trying to catch her again, but she would not let them, she was almost free but it was still so far to the surface, they would reach her before she could make it.
But then a figure dived into the water, she could not make out who it was, it’s hand reached for her and she grabbed and soon she felt herself surging upward and upwards until she felt herself break through and was blinded by a sudden flash of light.
Karnna let out a gasp of air as she woke up and quickly tried to figure out where she was.
It was a campsite, a fire nearby, around them was a familiar landscape, she was back in Alterac Mountains, but how? The last thing she remembered was sinking into the moat of Stormgarde.
“Finally awake? About damn time†came a familiar gruff voice. Turning to see a green figure sitting next to her, his eyes bloodshot and bags hung under them, blueish black hair once done up in a braid, now hanging long and loose, it was her brother, Zarok Frostmane.
“What….how did I?†Karnna began, before her brother raised a hand for silence. “I found you in the ruins of Ar’gorok, you were bleeding, shivering delirious, I had to get you away from there.†She was stunned, not just the fact she was found far from where she fell, but that her brother had come looking for her, she didn’t even know if he had noticed she had left.
“The hell were you even doing Karnna? You’ve been gone for over a week? We’ve been worried†Her brother continues causing Karnna to let out a scoff “Really? Worried about me? I would not think anyone would have cared if I was gone†She hugged her legs tightly as she sat up, her brother frowned “Of course I’d care, we’re family, and you have your new clan waiting for you, no?†She said nothing, looking away she wondered Were They waiting for her? Did they even want her back? After everything? “I’m...not sure†she muttered and for a moment the two sat quietly by the fire.
She was lost in thought, trying to understand everything that had happened to her? Was it all a dream? A near death experience? Or something else entirely? She notice something though a lightness to high, as if a burden had removed from her shoulders, she could no longer feel the oppressive aura of shadows she normally surrounded her, it had been a constant and grew more powerful the more she delved into shadow magic and with it none she suddenly felt...free, happy. She breathed deeply in the cold mountain air and let out an exhale.
“I’m sorry†she finally said, almost startling her brother. “I have not been...easy to deal with, when you needed I sent you away when I should have talked to you, I drifted far from those that were my friends, my family because I felt I didn’t need them, I was wrong so...sorry.â€
Zarok smiled “I am glad you’ve started sounding like a Frostwolf again, and I’m sorry too, for causing so much trouble†Zarok got to his feet first and grabbed something and offered it to Karnna. “Here, these were left behind you by...whoeverâ€. It was a case, bearing the mark of the Uncrowned a symbol that those part of the underworld would recognize. Opening the case, Karnna’s eyes went wide, they were a pair of beautiful short swords, both bearing runes of power with them came a note, opening it Karnna read.
“My Dear Student I am glad to see you’ve completed your task, at great personal risk to yourself. I am hopeful that my words to you might finally have sunk in, as I can feel the presence of dark magic around you has faded. Do not let yourself fall to it’s temptation again or next time I fear you will not be able to come back.â€
“I believe these new weapons will serve you well, they are Mageslayers, weapons designed for dealing with magic users, use them well, my raven.â€
Karnna smiled, she knew now who had saved her that night, her dear mentor, she would not let him down, nor would she continue to allow herself to wallow in self pity.
Closing the case, Karnna got to her feet and stare out into the landscape, the whole of Alterac before her, it was beautiful. It was her home that she loved so dear, but she knew it was time to leave.
“Come brother†she said, with a step in her voice “It is time for me to return to my dutiesâ€
#80
Game Related / Re: 15 Year Anniversary Tribut...
Last post by Kozgugore - October 13, 2020, 10:45:15 AMKulgha / Karhla
Would just like to add that I think the blades are awesome have met some great people who I love to rp with from @Ghul'rok i love kul's big brother to bits and have had so many laughs with you and great chats with also @Karnna Kul's so misunderstood sister who she will never give up on love you lots Kar miss you even poor @Kozgugorel who has to put up with Kul's crazy letters once a month @Zasa for all the fun rp along with so many to name thanks to you all and big thanks to Kargnar for introducing me to such a great guild.
Azolg
I have been summoned and directed to this thread by the magnificent @Rhonya. It's amazing to see so many people posting such wonderful things in here. There's a lot to go through and i'd be here all day listing everyone I cherish. You all know who you are. But I just wanted to say @Trakmar - Thanks for the kind words. I always felt I let you down, and I always felt there was some disappointment from you to me (And with good reason i'd say.) but i'm .. Glad thats not the case. For what it's worth, it was an amazing time RPing Keishara with you even if she was a massive derp of a character sometimes. Rokarna still lives on through you.
As for the guild? What can I say that you all don't already know. You all are here for a reason, whether because you enjoy it, you have good friends, or this has just become your online home. Whatever the case - ORB remains strong, and a wonderful place to spend your time online because of this community, and it probably will do until WoW itself shuts down.
Thanks for putting up with my various mental breakdowns over the years. Thanks for always letting me back in. Thanks for just being decent, wonderful people who always saw the best in me. Thanks @Sadok for saving my life that one day I needed you to. I miss you buddy. I hope you're doing okay <3
You all da' best.