The Greens.

[Osan the Orc]

((I have the time to do it so why not, this is Osans story in more detail, starts at the present and follows when He and Hellie met, with a few bits with just Hellie but mostly the orc. Won't do it all in one night but here is a starter.))

The inn was starting to get louder. It was that time of night when the usual types would flock to the bar, sipping up as much beer as their guts could carry. Yet the noise was not coming from the crowd.
"Dammit! Ah for the love of Cairn, learn to punch you sack of wine! My mother had more of a swing than that!" Hellvern ripped up his empty mug and lobbed it at a brawler in the inn.
"Thats ten gold I lost on that bet! Ten gold! How much beer is that? Just gone?" He peered around as if startled or lost. His eyes came to rest on his son Hessen who sipped at his ale as if it was chore. The Tauren become Death Knight no longer understood the concept of becoming drunk. When your dead, a lot of concepts the living keep in high value seem to become petty. Thats not to say he wouldn't have a drink anyway.
Hellvern stood up a minute and again peered about the inn. "Where is Osan? He has left his drink just lying here. Its adding injury to insult."
Hellvern's hand was halfway towards picking up the mug when an orc popped out of the crowd and came to sit beside the two Tauren.
His hand shot back and made a show of scratching his back.
"I kept your beer warm for you."
"Thanks."
The Hunter grinned, the gesture attracting a glance from his Orcish friend, causing it to almost vanish. The orc had bags under his eyes, the orc looked sullen a sight the Tauren had rarely seen in all the years they had been friends.
"Something wrong?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Seriously? Because I know a hurt chicken when I see one."
The mention of chicken caused Osans eyes to flicker for a minute. Shifting closer to Hellvern he paused for a minute.
"Hellvern. Me been thinking."
Hellvern smiled though said nothing. Osan continued tapping the rim of his beer mug looking at it as if it held the answer.
"Mazguul say to me other day... She said, we might not be right orcs for each other. She said it no matter though. But what that mean?"
Osan turned to look at Hellvern. His eyes fixed on the Taurens, demanding some sort of answer. The sudden question made the Tauren sit back. An 'oh shit' expression clear only to Hessen who watched on with interest.
His gaze still locked with Osan's. Hellvern motioned for his son to get another round of ale. The Death Knight gave a short nod and was of.
"Well erm. Ah. I shall be blunt as kiddy talk isn't my thing. She basically wants rid."
Osan nodded his head for a minute. "Wants rid?"
"Lost interest."
"In who?"
"You."
Osan was not entirely sure what that meant though from what the Tauren could see he understood it was bad.
"Look Osan. Relationships don't always work out. You fall out with people yes?"
Osan nodded. As realisation dawned on the Greenskin, the colour seemed to fade momentarily.
"You mean Mazguul not like Osan?"
"No, no, she may have been having a passing thought, or she was being serious, or there can always come that-" He switched to a whiney voice, producing a mocking grin "- We can still be friends."
"But why?"
"Oh it can be anything, you don't wash enough, you have a pet-" Hellvern motioned to Muppet sleeping quietly despite the noise "- ugly looking toe nails. They found another mate who's bigger, maybe better? Or so they think. The list is endless. Best thing you can do is just either just leave. Or counterattack."
The Tauren gave a wink at the last one. Their attention was averted by Hessen carrying more ale.
"Look Osan. Its a nasty shock if mates go Awol. But of all the things in this world, it can be the most or least damaging experience you can face."
Osan didn't what to say, he was caught between that devil and angel debate on either side of his shoulder. Today the angel was probably at the bar getting drunk.
"What you mean?"
Hellvern laughed. "Think of it like... A dodgy Grenade with the pin out. It might explode, in which case you can be harmed, even killed. However sometimes the Grenade just gives you a shock, upsets you a bit, but leaves you in one piece and does not go of." He took a deep gulp of ale.
"That my dear orc is my view of relationships, and failing ones at that."
Osan seemed to sag. The Taurens blathering not seeming to help at all.
"Look, Osan lets talk about the first become properly acquainted, near Ratchet was it not? I will prove to you we have seen worse. Lets recap on what we have done? Make you feel good. Sometime after I had left my home after the death of my wife..."

Plumes of dust exploded into the air as large hooves pushed towards a blue horizon.
The sea.
The Tauren wiped his mouth and spat towards a dried up berry bush. Small prairie dogs and birds scrambled out running away from the large Bull.
He had walked like this for days from his wife's resting grounds.
He had suffered much, his children had left him in a bid to escape his plans to rescue the family. He was alone, tired and on the verge of wanting to throttle someone.
The path winding towards the coastal town of ratchet appeared to go on forever towards that cool blue band. The heat was close to unbearable even for the barrens.
he glanced behind him to see nothing, only more dust plumes in the distance made by Kodo herds.
An old hunting bow was slung about his shoulder. A quiver clung to his left leg and leather armor of what was once fine design now worn and faded seem to chafe and crease from the salty sweat.
He wiped his furry brow taking of some loose hairs. He peered at them on the knuckles of his hand. Some were grey.
Damn getting old he thought.
A shimmer of heat on the road ahead caught his eye. Looking up he could make out the outline of a crumpled body on the floor. A male orc in all appearances, dressed in rags, torn and bloodied.
Above the orc stood another. Though smaller, he could make out that this other orc was female. Dressed in a brown robe the only feature available on show was her face gleaming in the sunlight as it watched the approaching Tauren.
"Oi! You! What are you doing?" Hellvern roared reaching the end of his tether.
The she orc ignored him and proceeded to take out a Knife and lower herself towards the fallen orc.
That was it. He now had a good reason for taking some ones head of - and he would take it. Un-shouldering his bow he notched an arrow and let fly.
The bolt hit his target, causing the she-orc to sag, then almost as if she had been pelted by feathers, removed the arrow and ran of into the Barrens.
Hellvern watched the spectacle half in disbelief.
"Feck, must have shot a Shaman."
He half ran half limped from heat exhaustion towards the body.
It was a young orc, of perhaps similar age to his eldest, maybe more. Red hair, untidy and uncut barely lay still as a light breeze from the sea shifted it about.
Letting out a sharp snort he gave a light slap to the orcs face.
No answer.
Checking the pulse he discovered the Orc was alive. Yet now it seemed a question of whether to let him rot or take him.
After all the heat was becoming too much as it is.
He sighed, his good side had come through. Time to be a saviour he thought.
Slowly he dragged the Orc up and slung him over his shoulder.
"You owe me."

((Will write the rest another day, its late now so going to sleep. Forgive any spelling mistakes and hope you enjoyed the first part. Late night writing tends to get... muddled xD))

[Vargosh]

((Was a nice read! The only mistake I found was when Osan said "Don't what to do" I suppose you meant "Don't know* what to do" ? ^^  Otherwise than that it seemed clean and was a nice read!))

[Mazguul]

(( Aside from actually making me feel guilty (terrible isn't it?) it was great!

You should write more often *nod nod* Can't wait to read the next bit!

*lurk lurk lurk*

Written it yet?

*lurks a bit more*

What about now? ))

[Osan the Orc]

The Orc rested cosily on a straw bed in the dank light of the Ratchet inn.
Besides him sat Hellvern, lazily setting out plumes of smoke as he lit his pipe and popped it in his mouth.
The orc stirred a minute, drawing Hellvern's attention before going back to his usual restful stance.
And Goblin waiter appeared and set down a few dirty mugs of water. The Ratchet inn never seemed to have much of a supply of beer, so the Tauren made do with what was available.
He peered at the stains on the mug and decided it best not to drink it.
Getting up to find a cleaner mug he walked into another Goblin.
"Hey pal, watch where your going ok?"
Hellvern nodded but shoved the protesting Goblin out of the way anyway.
He carried on and walked into the sun outside. Shielding his eyes as he adjusted to the light.
The sounds of sea birds and the bells on ships caused him to clam down. Walking towards the brewery he was stopped by a sight that made him slightly nervous.
A Goblin with a wide grin stood in the middle of the walk way.
That of course wasn't unusual, what was unusual was the Goblins pink goggles and even worse, two belts in an X shape crisscrossing his naked torso held a series of explosives.
"Hey there mister!" The goblin shouted, his vulture like face flexing slightly with the excess mouth movement.
"Hello Goblin. What you doing with those... Things exactly?" Hellvern eyed the bombs. The goblin made an even wider grin at the question, something Hellvern thought was virtually impossible to do anymore.
"I made em! You like them?! I can teach you!"
Hellvern through his head back and laughed. The Goblin chuckled at the Tauren.
"I will think about it Goblin. It would be a useful skill to have. So long as you don't teach me how to make ones that go of in my face."
The Goblin laughed, a noise that would put a Gnome to shame.
"I am alive aren't I?" He asked.
Now Hellvern found himself grinning. He had expected a fight, instead he had come across someone that was totally barmy.
"True. Look, I need to find a clean Mug, the inn up there is as filthy as an Orcs dwelling."
The Goblin nodded and produced a gleaming goblet from his bag.
Hellvern stepped back a minute in surprise. "Wear did you get that?" He asked taking the goblet. "Oh I got it from some real nasty guys in a boat. You know the type that constantly say Yarrr? I took it from their leader! He lost it in a bet so I took it! They tried to steal it back but I fell overboard!"
The last was said in a very high tone, his arms raised into the air as if worshipping something.
The Goblin looked at Hellvern and came closer slowly peering around. "Look, I know you have an Orc friend in there you found on the road. Ya don't want to stay for long, that Orc is in trouble!"
Hellvern raised an eyebrow.
"How so?"
"He had a run in with the Venture Co. He used to be a peon chopping down trees, I know, I am on the run from the same guys..." The Goblin made a show of searching his surroundings for spies. "Your Orc friend is called Osan, he was in the Horde army for a very short while but was kicked out after a fall out with a superior officer. He found a job cutting down trees, but one day he cut down a tree that fell down on a relative of the Venture Co. leaders."
Hellvern stifled a laugh. "And what did you do my smaller green friend?"
"I forget to yell 'fire in the hole' when opening a mine."
Hellvern gave up and laughed.
"Well you better come see the orc! He needs some help."

Osan sat quietly as the Goblin finished of healing his wounds. The Goblin understood medecine and the use of bandages very well. The only issue was almost using too many bandages to the extent he should look like something left in a tomb. Hellvern had intervened at that point much because the orc had protested when the Goblin had began wrapping his entire head.
Food had been brought and the three sat eating the strange mush that had been provided.
"Hrmm porridge!" gasped the Goblin as a bowl that looked like it had seen better days some centuries ago was placed in front of him.
Hellvern began to eat his at a slow pace, as hunger set in. Osan on the other hand peered at the bowl with distrust.
"No meat?"
Hellvern gave out a short chuckle whilst gulping down a spoonful of the stuff. The Goblin stuffed his down without a care, to busy to reply.
"Osan?" The Tauren asked peering at the Orc. Who nodded in turn. "Meats rare to come by, remember only so long ago we kicked those demons back into the nether! Food is rationed, you have to be rich to get meat."
"Oh. You rich?"
"Do I look it?" Hellvern scowled.
"No."
"Well then."
The Tauren turned to the Goblin who had pushed his bowl to one side, giving out a burp in delight. "Whats your name Gobbo?"
The Goblin began his grin again. "Schnarz Wibblescrew."
Hellvern killed of another laugh. "Hellvern Blacktotem."
Osan poked his finger in the porridge, licking it of he shuddered and pushed the bowl away much to the delight of the Goblin who took it up.
"Osan Blackhand."
"Blackhand?" Schnarz asked. "You mean like that bad Orc?"
"What bad orc? It my name!" He frowned.
"Well first things first." Said Hellvern ignoring the exchange. "We need to get on a boat out of here to Booty Bay." Osan was about to interrupt when he was cut of.
"But first you my Orcish friend need a bath."
"Bath?! You the stinky one! Me not even know who's you all are, what me doin here! Me wants to go home!"
"I stink because I had to haul your backside through the Barrens when I found you half dead in the road. And you can't go anywhere! Your in no condition..." Hellvern stood up as the Orc swung out of his chair and marched to the exit.
"Wait!" roared the Tauren catching the few occupants inside by alarm and causing the inn owner to grab his broom.
Osan ignored him and carried on, walking into the sunlight he took a deep breath when a large figure appeared in front of him.

The Ogre eyed the Orc. Osan looked up at the large creature  and took a step back.
"What do we av 'ere den?" asked the Ogre in a typical accent of his kind.
A group of Goblins, Men and Trolls appeared behind him.
"Seems we found der twit who killed der Boss!"
Osan clenched his fist. "Me has killed no one! He stupid he got in way of falling tree! Osan tried to stop tree! Tree wanted to fall cus me cuts it too much!"
"Shuddup stupid orcling! Me gunna smash you good!"
A hard push caused Osan to fall back.
"Hey!"
The Ogre jumped as a Black Tauren came out of the gloom into the daylight followed by a manic little Goblin.
"You aren't going to do nothing you hear?!" Hellvern roared.
The Ogre laughed.
"Look boys it be the silly Goblin who killed Marcus and Fanzwhiz at the Mines! Boss gunna be pleased!"
The Ogre then looked at the Tauren. Something dawned on the flabby monster and he pointed an accusing finger at the Bull.
"Even better its 'im! Da Boss wants your guts mister Tauren! You put yer silly weakling lady to rest in der wrong land! Dat our land! We tear it up and throw body in fire! We teach you Tauren! We gunna-"
A fist landed dead on in the ogres gut. Osan launched himself into the crowd biting and hitting anything that got in his way.
The Goblin joined in, ripping out a small mace, he ducked a blow by a troll and swung it into the attackers knee shattering bones.
Hellvern stunned by what he had been told pulled out a belt knife. He didn't know what to think except to help the other two. He had spent weeks at his wifes final resting place. With no shaman or druid to help with the funeral rites he had left her condemned to wander the land as a lost spirit.
Now there was no hope of sending her spirit back into that great circle of life with her remains scattered, no blessings given. The Earthmother had lost another child perhaps for eternity.
His knife cut open a neck sending blood dribbling out in every direction. He grabbed the corpse and used it to shield himself from a side ways swing of a Goblin.
The Goblin died swiftly with a deep wound across the chest.
Osan had discovered a small axe and was now hacking back the group with such ferocity the Venture Co. brutes had begun the retreat.
A call of alarm went up and now the ratchet bruisers began streaming from houses to deal with the opposition.
Hellvern found himself next to Schnarz who beat down a human.
Hellvern looked around. "Wheres Osan? And where is that damned Ogre! I am going to rip his heart out for this!"

Osan parried a blow to the head and struck back his axe digging into a Bruisers shoulder.
A sudden woosh of air followed by a hit to the back of the head caused him to rock forwards.
"Ha! Stupid orc! You die now!" Osan rolled forward narrowly dodging a large fist hammer itself into the dusty ground.
Getting up Osan charged the Ogre swinging his axe left and right in the hopes of doing damage. His arm was tiring but the assault was causing the Ogre to retreat backwards.
Then the ogre had his hand around Osan's, crushing his knuckles the Orc gave out yelp and released the axe, to then feel another blow to the head.
Another two blows and the Orc felt himself flying backwards, the blows became distant and slowly his eyes were enveloped with a growing darkness.
Then the hits stopped and Osan felt himself being moved.
Large hands grabbed at him pulling him along.
His eyes cleared, and in the confusion He looked up to see a huge figure pulling him towards the docks. On the floor, growing in distance lay a dead Ogre, a belt knife dug deep into his chest.
Osan looked up at the blue sky. Small clouds had formed in the heat of midday.
A few large stick like objects flew over some distance over them. At first he thought they were small birds, then one landed besides his feet and he understood it was a bolt.
"Damned crossbows!" Hellvern hissed.
A whizz followed by a bang made Schnarz curse. "Long rifles too!"
Osan turned his head to look out towards the see, past the Taurens huge arms that dragged him along he could make out a boat coming in to dock.
"Look, Boat." snorted the Orc.
Hellvern appeared to nod. "Aye any time now."
Another whizz and a crack made Osan flinch.
The ground below him suddenly changed from dust gravely ground to wood. Without difficulty the Tauren picked up the Orc and turning towards the boat made a runner.
Schnarz suffered to keep up and soon found himself being dragged up by the Tauren too. As the boat docked Hellvern swung the Goblin onto the deck and threw himself and Osan after.
Getting up Hellvern looked for a means to shoot back the few remaining Venture Co. who had broken free of the bruisers and now ran towards the ship waving cutlasses or firing guns. Astonished sailors looked on when the Captain, nervous his ship would be torched ordered the boat to quickly be put out to sea.
"Damn I left my bow in the inn! And my money! The goblet is gone too!" Hellvern ducked down as an arrow whistled over head.
Schnarz who also lay flat on the floor rolled on his side, removing a Grenade he lit it and threw it swiftly towards the Venture Co. attackers as the ship began to move away from the dock.
Gasps and shouts went up, followed by a boom and the sound of splintered planks hitting water caused all to hold their ears and for a minute the ship almost lost course heading for the rocks of the coast.

Osan got up. A group of sailors had made there way down to where he and his companions stood, the ships captain; A large human. Stood staring at them.
"You better be paying passengers, otherwise its overboard for you. Three gold per man, and those things you have there Goblin-" He pointed at Schnarz's Grenade belts "- Are going overboard either way."
Schnarz sighed but gave them up without a fight. The other two made a show of searching for money they obviously didn't have when Schnarz produced nine gold from a hidden pocket in his ripped trousers.
"Here. Why so expensive?" asked the Goblin.
"Because by rights you should be overboard anyway, looks like you started a stir up in Ratchet. The Steamwheedle Cartel will catch wind of you. This ship be heading for Booty Bay, but once there you better do what you gotta do and leave."
Hellvern nodded and sat back down on the deck.
"A pickle we have ourselves in now eh?"

Osan looked up at Hellvern as his long time friend paused for a minute.
"Erm Hellvern. Me like dis you go on?"
Hellvern's eye wandered to the bar where he caught glimpse of a Female Tauren cheerily serving a band of Alliance caravan guards. A large hand appeared in front of his face as Hessen tried to bring the Tauren back into his senses.
"Oh... Sorry. Was having memories..." He glanced at the Tauren one last time before looking back at Osan.
"Oh of course! Where were we?"
"The bit where you escaped the Venture Co. and are now on your way to Booty Bay. Probably to this very inn" Hessen announced waving his arms in a circular motion towards the inn room.
"Oh we were! How do you know?" Hellvern peered at his son. Hessen gave out a half smile. "Its the only inn in Booty Bay you oaf."
"Ahh."
Hellvern grimaced and looked at Osan who's expression demanded more.
"Well go on den! Me wants to hear more!" Osan asked.
Hellvern sighed a minute. "Go get us another round. It will be a long night!"

((There first part done i guess. Second part will come later.))

[Mazguul]

Yay! More written words to fuel my insatiable appetite!

Nicely written once again

Moar!

[Osan the Orc]

The Greens Part 2.

Blacktotems and Blackhands.

Osan sat waiting quietly, thinking of all that had been said in Ratchet some nights before. He pondered awhile about what he should do. He was angry and felt betrayed for more than one reason.
He opened the crate he had prepared before returning to Booty Bay. Carefully he looked at the things it contained, his own box of personal items he always kept nearby, not trusting anyone with them.
He pulled at a small bone necklace, put together carefully by delicate hands. An item, the only item that remained from his mother. He wondered if he would ever find her. The next item was a piece of a blade. Made by his father, it was all the Orc could recover him, the rest having rotted away slowly in the heat of the Barrens after a skirmish with Centaur when Thrall brought them to Kalimdor.
He was young then, and still young now, though age was something he never really took note upon.
He continued through the rest of his personal garbage; A empty cartridge from Hellvern, a crown of flowers from his daughter Cusi, a feather from his first chicken and a book about some tale translated into Orcish that he had never read. His first ever Red Blade tabard was placed neatly at the bottom wrapping an old dagger; an old family heirloom.
He placed the objects back, this was the last of his belongings he had brought to this place. His other larger items where now locked away in the House Hellvern called home here.

As Osan made his way towards the entrance of Hellverns small home. As he approached he took a moment to glance out across the harbor as a ship from Ratchet docked cautiously under the growing light from sunrise in the distance.
He knocked on the door once. A voice from inside called him and he entered.
Hellvern sat on a large chair tilted against the wall chuffing on a large cigar. He sat in an old white vest with his old mail leggings wrapped about his legs which he had won in battle during his adventures to Outland.
The Tauren smiled and glanced through the window beside the door. "nice view isn't it?"
Osan nodded slowly. Hellvern let out a large plume of smoke that choked the Orcs lungs. Osan coughed causing the Taurens smile to grow into a grin. "Can't stand good old cigars ay?"
"Me no like Cigars. Dey say dey bad for you Hellie."
Hellvern nodded. "Indeed, only old fools like me smoke, most of us end up six feet under before we know it. I am amazed though, I thought i would die of something else so i took it up."
"You dying Hellie?" Osan suddenly looked shocked.
Hellvern laughed and shook his head. "No lad I joke, though I would not complain if I was."
"Why?"
"I will tell you why another day, perhaps before i die. You are too young to understand the reasons why."
In the dim light of morning that shone through the window of the Tauren's small room that made up his home Osan could just make out the details. On the wall sat Hellverns old armor.
His infamous set had been created for those who had felt at home on the battlefield. Its dark metal made from foreign demonic substances almost glowed green from time to time.
The armor was immense, to large for Osan or indeed most Tauren to wear. Only experienced fighters could have worn it, and since the invasion of Northrend and the growing war against the Scourge and other powerful foes it had slowly grown old.
As was the way with all military related items it had seen its time and slowly become more and more outdated with each passing day until finally it was useless.
Generals, soldiers and others associated with the business had acquired ways to produce more effective gear for the newer generations of warriors that would come under their command.
However, Hellvern had kept this armor, it was probably unique by now. Others like it were perhaps destroyed, thrown away, or kept hidden by many veterans for the days to come when they would show it to those who would construct the future they paved the way for.
Below the set of armor that hung from the wall was a dressing table. Hellvern picked up a mug of tea from the dresser and took a drink before popping the cigar back in his mouth.
On the dresser lay a number of paintings of landscapes and individuals, others were Tauren heirlooms of various design made from wood, kodo leather and bone.
Osans gaze went across to Hellvern's bed, something stirred which almost made the orc jump backwards.
Hellvern slowly got up and crossed the room to a small set of draws and shelves holding all manner of foodstuffs.
"Ignore her, she won't leave."
Osan couldn't make out the figure in the bed. "Who is she?" He asked.
"Another whore?" came a voice from behind Osan. The orc swung around to discover Hessen looking in.
Hellvern gave out a small chuckle. "No, not touched a Night Lady in some time son. Besides, she is in no way a lady of the night." The Black Bull turned round to face the two in the door way.
"Anyway Hessen have you bothered to fetch the things I asked of you?"
The Death Knight nodded and threw a sack onto the bed causing the user to shudder.
Hellvern shook his head and picked up the sack. "Don't do that." He motioned for Osan to sit and the Orc obliged taking up Hellvern's previous spot.
"Though the Goblin nearly had a heart attack when my ghoul came in asking if he had any of it left. He thought the Scourge had invaded Booty Bay and he would become another mindless Zombie. Like Goblins haven't become mindless already over gold." said the Death Knight in irritated tones.
Hessen stayed in the door way not bothering to come inside.
"Doesn't look like enough room here for even two."
"Four my boy." Hellvern corrected pointing to the bed.
"Who did you let in this time?" asked the Death Knight.
"Amazingly its the daughter of a Lady of the Night."
"Amazingly? Let me guess you got bored with her mother and wanted something a little younger?"
Hellvern shook his head. "No, I had just finished with her mother and was proceeding outside when I came across her. She looked half starved and ill. Was up all night fixing cuts and bruises."
"Cuts an bruises? How she get dat?"
Hellvern looked over at Osan. "Dodgy bruisers? I guess its a crap time being any child of a mother who takes up the career like hers."
Hellvern opened the sack. Taking out a few slabs of bacon, eggs and tomatoes he started a small fire and was quickly cooking them gently.
"Had breakfast Osan?"
Osan shook his head. "No, me not had food in ages, me not found good stuff to eat. Me like look of dat meat dou!"
Hellvern nodded.
"And you Hessen?"
"Father i lost the will to eat anything when the Lich king did his work."
"I see. Shame."
He glanced at the figure in the bed.
"And what about you?"
A face slowly popped out from under the sheets and peered at the three.
"Please." Came a weak, tired voice.
Hellvern smiled. "We have enough for all."
Motioning with his hand towards the bed Hellvern announced. "Hessen, Osan, this is Halshi."
Osan smiled and waved, unsure of what to do exactly. Hessen just gave out a nod.
"Halshi, the Tauren is my son, he is Hessen. The orc is Osan Bla... I mean Osan Strongtusk. He was renamed by the Chieftain Kozgugore you know? The leader of the Red Blades clan."
The mention of this caused Osan to see the hidden Halshi a bit more. An orc or what appeared to be in her teens eyed him up and down. She wore, from what Osan could see, clothing made from wool. Sullen and dirty, obviously Hellvern had not gotten round to giving her better.
The she orc peered at him for a long moment before looking at Hellvern.
"He doesn't look all fierce and destructive."
Hellvern burst out laughing, and Osan chuckled for a minute before wondering if his appearance was actually less scary than he had thought.
"Don't underestimate him dear, I am sure he has cracked some heads in his short life."

The group sat outside eating Breakfast in silence.
Osan faced the she orc Halshi whilst Hellvern faced Hessen over a small table outside the Tauren's 1 room house overlooking the docks.
Inisde the sounds of snoring as a large wolf slept upon the bed echoed from the dark caverns of the room. A small pup lay besides the wolf imitating its mothers current activity.
Hellvern had recently brought many of his animals from Silvermoon during the move. And now they were all here the place seemed like a miniature Zoo more than it did a house.
A cat slept outside the door curled up, rarely taking note of its surroundings. A bowl hanging over the edge of the balcony held a large frog that stayed motionless enjoying the rising sun, whilst keep an eye on the snake lying on the railing, its tongue flickering in and out with ease.
some yards from the table sat two open topped containers, one housed a number of chickens belonging to both Osan and Hellvern. The other held a small pig that was only just coming awake to eat its own breakfast.
"You have many animals Hellie." Osan stated peering at the various creatures about the place.
Hellvern nodded. "Oh aye. Plenty, in fact my gruntling just went of to find the bat with Muppet and Murmand. They should be back shortly, and then they can search for the cockroach and Wolpertinger living under the floorboards."
Osan grinned as he wolfed down another chunk of bacon and egg.
A few creaks of wood announced the arrival of the Gruntling. The small Orc carrying a bat in his hands. A large Raptor and Demon Dog walked behind him which quickly set about acquiring food of their own.
Hellvern gave the gruntling a nod and pointed to a plate of food waiting inside to be eaten.
"Well whilst we are at it let us get down to business."
Osan looked at the Tauren and gave a nod. "Me ready when me eaten food."
Hellvern grinned. "Well look, I have everything we need here, and more down at the bank kept safe by some... Loyal Goblins."
The Tauren put his knife and fork down with a clank.
"If we are going to do this training properly we need to be fully prepared. Otherwise we might as well kill ourselves now."
Osan gave a nod.
"Me sure it not gunna be harder den what we already been through... Which remind me, you not keep on with story after me got you that next round!"
"I didn't?" asked the Tauren fairly surprised.
"Yeah! You got drunk and started singing songs about furry things and... Holes? Me dunno."
Hellvern gulped. "Oh ignore those songs, they are not for... Orcs."
Hellvern got up whilst Halshi and Osan finished of their food.
"Time to get ready then!"

((Post other bit in a mo, have event, sorry if it seems to be drawing away from recalling the past but i be getting to that... again! ))

[Mazguul]

(( *APPLAUSE*

I do so enjoy reading these ))