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It All Begins... Again

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Frost forged, fire made
Blood marked, red blade
Oath broke, oath sworn
It screams, reborn.

The hunter's moon
The war-drums' tune
Eight horns, ten chimes
Wrong place, wrong time.

Cast iron, red gates
It burns, it hates
It ends and then
Begins again.



The Red Blade tribe have searched high and low since news of Garrosh’s escape from his trail in Pandaria. For some, it was their sworn duty to bring the Horde’s traitor-Warchief to justice. For others, who had suffered directly at the Kor’kron’s hands or seen loved ones perished, it had become personal.

And yet there were precious few clues to where Hellscream might be hiding. Along with other Horde organisations like the Flying Bolts, Ashal Anore and Path of Dawnchaser, the Red Blades would scour both Tanaris, Twilight Highlands and the Burning Steppes in search of those still loyal to Hellscream.

Goblin mobsters, degenerate dragonkin, savage Dragonmaw and brutish Blackrock were all put to the blade -- and yet as each potential avenue of inquiry dried, it began increasingly clear that Hellscream would not be found. The tribe were on a wild kodo chase, chasing whispers. And even the whispers had ceased.

Then, from silence came war.

In the early hours of a quiet Wednesday morning, the Dark Portal’s interdimensional gateway shifted from pale green to a deep, bloody red without warning. Innumerable brown-skinned orcs, like the revered Mag’har of Outland, would pour forth in a ruthless marauding vanguard -- this Ironmarch quickly laid waste to both Dreadmaul Hold and Nethergarde Keep, caring little for the age-old rivalry of Horde versus Alliance.

This Iron Horde had come to conquer. And it would conquer all in its path.

As the Blasted Lands was fortified by its conquerors as a foothold for the invasion of Azeroth itself, one small group of the Ironmarch splintered-off to rush north. Acting on the command of Warlord Zaela herself, this forlorn hope rode through the sleepy Swamp of Sorrows and right past the tribe’s encampment at Chiselgrip -- they had reinforced the Blackrock’s holdings within Blackrock Mountain before most of the tribe had even awoken!

Who knows what ill intent and dark schemes this elite branch of the Ironmarch is planning within the heights of the Blackrock Spire? One thing is yet certain -- the Red Blade tribe have found themselves on the front-line of the first battle of a new, bloody war. Will they be able to budge the Iron Horde from their mountain-fortress, and can they aid the Horde and Alliance alike in repelling this most savage of invasions?

Orcs of the Red Blade, where will you be when it all begins... again?