Fragments of a Past

[Moggrash]

((A story of what Moggrash has been up to during My vaccation))

The warlock was standing on the bridge of a Forsaken merchant ship looking into the horizion.
"Are ye sure there is some land here, orc?" the undead captain said, and looked to his right where the orcish warlock was standing. The orc turned his head around and glared into, where the Forsaken once had his eyes. "I mean, on all our maps there's just open seas here." the captain continued.
"There is." Moggrash said. "And there it is." he continued as he pointed into the horizion.
"Land ahoy!" a Forsaken sailor yelled as the land in the horizon grew. "Shiver me timbers." was all the captain could say.

As the ship came up to the shore, and the gangplank was lowered. A much younger Moggrash walked down. "Move you lazy peons! Set up a base camp! We will destroy these pathetic traitors in the name of Warchief Doomhammer!" an orc commander yelled. "Moggrash, over here!" a friendly voice yelled. It was Mhorkas, and he was standing next to Margishan. The three warlocks smiled and nodded to each other. "Good to see you are still alive Moggrash, and that no grunt has throwed you over board"  Mhorkas said and chuckled. "You! Robe wearing traitors!" a loud voice yelled. It was the orcish commander and he was walking up to the warlocks. "So, you haven't run off to your friends yet?" the orc commander said angrily. "If I was aloved to decide, you would all be one head shorter, but No. My superiors tells me that you can be trusted." he continued. "So, why don't you go out and scout a bit, and if you are not back before sun set." the commander pulled his finger across his throat. "So get a move on!" and with that said, he left the orcs.
     The warlock triple didn't have to walk far in this foreign land before they heard something moving in front of them. As the warlocks drew their wands, two other warlocks emerged from the forest in front of them. These new two warlocks was dressed in blue, and not red as Moggrash and his friends.
"Ghorgash? Gloshar?" Moggrash said slowly, as he eyed the first and then the second of the Stormreaver warlocks. "Isit not our friend Moggrash, still loyal to the weak Doomhammer?" Ghorgash said, and a wide grin could be seen on his face. Moggrash, not eager to fight his old colleagues said "You better leave now, old friends, otherwise..." Moggrash just couldn't finish the whole sentence, so he looked at the Stormreavers with a begging look. The two Stormreaver warlocks looked at each other and nodded. "For Gul'dan!" Ghorgash yelled, and suddenly Margishan was cought in a hellish flame, screaming and rolling around on the sandy ground. Moggrash was shocked, but not paralyzed. He threw himself behind a large rock, and positioned himself so that the rock was between him and the traitors. He looked to his right and saw that Mhorkas doing the same, seeking cower. Even though he had witness the death of his dear friend Margishan, Moggrash still didn't want to kill his old friends, so he conjured a dark cloud in the middle of the small battlefield, and the cloud grew engulfing the whole area. It wasn't dangerous, it just made it impossible to see more then an arms length. As the spell faded, Moggrash carefully looked over the stone towards where the Stormreavers once stood. All that was left was footprints leading into the island. "Are you alright Moggrash?" Mhorkas said. Still hiding behind his stone. "They are gone." Moggrash answered. "I asked if you were alright." Mhorkas said, and stood up. "Not for long!!" the loud voice yelled, louder this time. The two warlocks turned around and saw that the orc commander was marching towards them with a handful of grunts at both of his sides. The orc commander stopped in front of Moggrash and yelled into his face "You better explain yourself!" Moggrash, who was paralyzed looked up towards the commander, which was atleast one head longer then himself. "You let them escape, didn't you!" the commander continued. Moggrash knew that he was most diplomatic one of himself and Mhorkas, so he answered. "Yes, I did" and then he continued "That is what makes me a true orc, unlike these traitors. I still value honour and friendship." Now it was the commanders turn to be shocked. He looked at Moggrash with a puzzling look and then said calmly "Burn whats left of your comrade, then return to the beech." And with that said, the commander turned around and left the two warlocks.

The older Moggrash knelt down. It was here, where he and Mhorkas had burned what was left of their friend Margishan. Moggrash digged up some sand in his hand, and as the sand slowly felled down from his hand. So did tears felled down from his eyes.

((It wasn't supposed to be this long but, bleh))

[Kozgugore]

(( Yay, warlock slaughter! *nodnod*

Anyway, nice one. And not just because of the death of a warlock. ))

[Greggar]

(( really nice story Mogg ^^ seems there is more than meets the eye when looking at mogg ic ))

[Ugluhk]

(( even Moggy has a heart aye? Great story, and still a great idea with the different coloured text. ))

[Moggrash]

((Thanks everybody, and yes. I like to use colours becouse it's easier to see who says what that way.))