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December 29, 2010, 02:55:00 AM
The Drums Sound Anew
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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€
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