To all those in the tribe

[Agra]

There is a small piece of parchment, torn from an originally larger piece, attached to the board where many Orcs of the Red Blade left their messages, especially Norviskrall, who apparently allways have something to say..

Dear Friends and allies of the Tribe,
tough it lies heavy on my soul, I feel like I and the Tribe must part ways
I thank you for your warm welcoming and may we meet again..

Blood and Honour,
Grimfist

((OOC: I'll be leaving, cuz some friends and me want to start some small rp-group.. I allways enjoyed being with the Red Blades and will be around the OOC channel some now and then..
I thank you for making my first step in WoW happy ones See you, agra))

[Norv]

Norvis reads the small piece of parchment and turns nervously his head, as in an attempt to avoid it. His mind though cannot help recalling the image of a little warlock killing boars with her bare hands, in an attempt to overcome her dependency to dae'mon helpers. And as other images superpose, a smart warlock takes the place of the frightened one, one that was able to prove having a good grip on the situations orcs were faced with every now and then, like with that strange elf, Tamaska, and not only.


(( Hello there, and really sad to see you go, but I hope you'll succeed in what you wish to do, and remember: it's a game, so they keep saying, so just enjoy it! See you around! ))

[Morgeth]

With a low grumble, the masked warlock glances to the parchment left by one of her supposed "students". Agra Grimfist, yes. So insecure at first, but growing with each punch and effort. No oath had been made, so Morgeth could not muster any real anger, as her eyes searched the written words. A slight smirk did however grow onto her green lips, and especially so as she scribbled a note of her own, and pushed it inside of the mailbox.

I will be seeing you. Stay strong.
Morgeth

((Sad to see you go, but I'm sure we'll meet IC again (Morgeth thinks so, at least) and I hope you have fun.))