March 15, 2011, 03:20:00 PM
The Kosh'harg returns!
For generations, we orcs have kept an ancient tradition alive in the shadow of the sacred mountain, Oshu'gun. When the Horde was formed, this tradition was soon forgotten. With the New Horde formed, and the way back to our homelands open once again, this tradition has been rekindled. Not only to remind us of the older days, long passed, but to show our young ones what it truly means to be an orc.
This tradition, is the Kosh'harg. Time upon time again, orcs have celebrated the joy of the living, as well as the peace of the honourable dead. Though formerly an exclusively orcish celebration, all allies are invited to take part in these festivities. Games, provings, storytelling, rituals and, of course, liquor and food will all be part of the celebrations!
On the eighteenth day of this month, the Red Blade tribe will gather on the docks of Ratchet to make the long voyage through the Dark Portal, and back towards the Land of the Winds. Any who wishes for some company on the long way there, or is unable to make the long trek by him- or herself, is welcome to join our pilgrimage. We will depart from the shores of Kalimdor after the eighth drum has been sounded.
Two days later, on the twentieth day of the third month, the pilgrimage will continue from Garadar towards the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun. There, our festivities will be held proper at the eighth drum. Be it orc or any other ally of the Horde, be welcomed to join us in the celebrations! Beware that all manners of violence are forbidden, and failure to uphold this will result in removal from the site of the festivities!
For the Blood of the Tribe!
Kogzugore Feraleye
Chieftain of the Red Blade
March 07, 2011, 01:56:00 PM
RP Focus: Northern Barrens!
Red Blades!
After having been dragged to the far corners of Azeroth, we are finally going home. Be it the bitter cold of Northrend or the putrid rott of the Plaguelands, we leave them all behind us as we all make our journey back to the Northern Barrens. To ensure that all orcs know where to find one another I've pinned a map next to this note. This should give you an idea where to go look.However, do not think our hardship is over yet. Apparently the quilboar and centaur are rampaging across our land yet again, and to make matters worse, there have been rumors of cultists recruiting new acolytes. In short, we've got work to do if we want to secure our homeland. That' s why I call upon all orcs to return to the Northern Barrens at once! Report to the elders for tasks -- Grom knows there are plenty of them to fulfill!
So, make haste and march out. The fate of the Northern Barrens lie in our hands!
Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye
(( The following weeks we'll be populating the Northern Barrens. This is a special kind of role-play focus, since if it turns out okay we'll be taking up permanent residence there. In other words, we'll then be returning to the Northern Barrens when we're not in a role-play focus elsewhere. And as usual, in order to make this RP focus a success, it is essential that you come to this zone as often as you can when you're looking for random rol e-play!
Elders will be handing out minor tasks to fuel that random role-play. They can usually be found at their ranks' mini-hub. For in stance, the Gosh'kar and Thur'ruk take up residence in the Wailing Burrow [see the map (I)] and the Nag'ogar and Rrosh-tul take up residence in the Den of the Brave (IV). In the course of the RP focus we'll try to get everyone acquainted with the various mini-hubs/hotspots that the Northern Barrens have to offer.
Keep in mind that elders may have other engagements, so here's a reminder that you are allowed and encouraged to create your own events as well (small or upscale, whatever you want!) if they cannot fulfill your RP needs. And most importantly, try to have a good time and take this opportunity to get some extra role-play! ))
December 29, 2010, 02:55:00 AM
The Drums Sound Anew
The new trailer can be found here!
The drums of war echo over our lands once more. But we, the hated orcs, have danced to their rhythm for so long now. We fear no human, elf or dragon; our blades have drank their blood so many times before. See beyond your own solitude, shed whatever weakness that you carry. Hear instead the howls of the wolves, that call out to you. Be part of the hunt, share in the bond, and be one with the tribe.
With a low snarl, the wolf-masked orc peered to the female shaman. His visible features bore signs of grim resolve, as he watched the other orc paint her face with her own blood. They were surrounded by their kin, orcs of all kind of backgrounds and abilities. To the chieftain it mattered little what clan an orc was originally a member of, or if they chose to fight with bow or blade, or had devoted their skills otherwise. In the end, they all contributed to the tribe and as such to the Horde itself.
They were all bound to one another, by race, by duty and through the tribe by blood as well. All here lived, breathed and hunted together. They would go to war side by side, and eventually die like that as well. In the light of such brother- and sisterhood, the chieftain felt no fear of weakness as his gaze moved over the ranks of orcs surrounding him. His thoughts were interrupted by the shaman, as her mind and voice returned to the world of the still living.
â€Blessed are we, by earth and ancestor. By fire and spirit. By water and unity. But the winds must sweep further, our message be spread.â€
The shaman's words seemed true to some, that thoughtfully nodded their heads. Whilst others, in truth, seemed puzzled by the somewhat enigmatic message. The chieftain, however, narrowed his gaze. Because he knew that she was right. The Alliance had shown its fangs and claws, and a new – or perhaps old – menace had erupted from the depths of the world. They would need new orcs to join and let their individual strength be for the good of more. The chieftain's eyes rose, and met with those of a now grinning shaman.
â€More blood and ale to be shared, my chieftain.â€
November 01, 2010, 12:07:00 PM
A Cataclysm upon us!
The Scourge has been defeated, our heroes of Northrend, under the command of the famed Garrosh Hellscream, have returned, the great halls of the Warsong Hold now largely empty, and their victories celebrated in Orgrimmar. But our struggle is an ever-lasting one. The lands of Durotar and the Barrens face an unnatural period of draught, and earthquakes rage across the lands as, for reasons yet unknown, the elements are restless. To make things worse, regular fires rage across the vulnerable, wooden city of Orgrimmar, shaman struggling to douse the rebellious sparks, and one of the greatest shaman of us all, Thrall, Warchief of the Horde, has decided to venture to his homeland, Nagrand, to seek aid in restoring the natural balance of this world.
In his absence, he has chosen his acting warchief to be Garrosh Hellscream, who has harvested a great amount of support from the orcish people with his many victories in the bitter north. While the Horde and the Alliance have agreed to a ceasefire following the death of the Lich King, tensions are uneasy as renegade bands of orcs harass caravans in Ashenvale, eager to find supplies for their starving families as the draught claims more and more of the wildlife available. It falls to young Hellscream to control his people, though his own intentions seem anything but peaceful. He, as well as many more orcs, strive to make a difference as they grow increasingly restless in their powerlessness against the raging elements. Though peace is often the way to prosperity, it is conquest that may well feed the many mouths of the people of the Horde.
For the Red Blade tribe, there is not a moment of rest. Borders are heavily patrolled, making sure the Alliance stick to their end of the bargain, and a war has been waged with the fearless centaurs. They, too, suffer the consequences of the restless elements as their spiritual communications slowly start to fail. Though they are eager to form renewed bonds with the Darkspear and the tauren, the tensions caused by the acting warchief are starting to pay their toll. Having sworn loyalty to the rightful warchief, they will follow Garrosh Hellscream into this new period of hardships. Question is, will the Horde prevail and perhaps even expand its reach across the realm? Or will the uneasiness within the Horde cause for ruptures that will be beyond repair? Regardless of the outcome, the Red Blade, as always, stand ready to ride.
September 15, 2010, 04:01:00 PM
Kosh'harg!
The Lich King has been defeated, and the Alliance have been kept at bay. The borders are safe - for now - and so it's time for us orcs to see to what's just as important in life as keeping your homes safe: Honouring the ancestors.
The time of the Kosh'harg is upon us once again, and so it's time we start making our way to the ancestral lands to pay homage to our heritage! The coming 26th day of the ninth month, we set out to our sacred mountain, Oshu'gun, for celebrations to be held in its fields! Bring drinks and food alike! For this ain't the kind of celebration you will want to miss!
All orcs as well as loyal friends to us orcs will be welcome to come and sit, feast, and perhaps even tell a tale or two of glorious times passed! So come, you orcs! And bring any who be willing to share in the feast! And leave your ill intentions at your cave! There will be no room for hostilities or fights here, unless they're plain duels! No blood is to be shed on our sacred ground on such an occasion!
For the Blood of the Tribe!Kozgugore Feraleye