Flashbacks

[Loial]

Feeling better, Loial continued he's journey. Struggling with the toughts and the memorys in he's head.
How long had it been since he lost the connection with the other blades, how long since he met one?
Months, Years? .....he can't remember....

*-snap!- the neck of the dwarf snapped as loial's hand still shaked in fury in it's grip.
The dwarf with one of he's dagger yet in Loials side, hurted, Loial pulls it out as he let go of the dwarfs neck and let's it fall to the ground.

Bloody dorf-spit, atleast they whont raid the caravans anymore- loial tought for himself.
he had just killed off a band of dwarven bandits, that had been raiding the nearby small villages food-caravan line.
Shame on of the villages volunteers died during the little hunt. could it been gaarlukh? or... what was he's na...*

Loial shakes off the memory out of he's head. sighs.
the armor surrounding the orc, was worn, it was years since he had proper tools to handle he's armor.
The orc smelled like the wild, and a hint of smoke, from the fish he caugth just the hour erlier and had cooked.
how long had he really lived like this? on he's way, mostly hold out passing the outposts and the villages mostly,
once he had passed thunderbluff, thou he saw no red blade there. curses! how long had it really been?!
this idea played over and over in Loial's head, and so had for the last two years.

*The Ground craked beneath the patrols feet, sounded like the mountains themself whanted to rip themself in two
and run to diffrent ways. fire spew out from the ground. dissoriention and confusion struck the warriors as a few just
dissapeared down the earth-cracks. Blood and thunder!! waz goin' on!- one orc yelled asome distance away from Loial.

whats going , the end or the world, or someother wicked dae'mon corrupted mad-man?!

Loial see's the ground fast approaching he's face as he looses balance, and trips down, smashing violently...*

Thralls blessing i felt on me allready dead eye...- Loial muttered forh as he sorted away the memory away.
I hope they all made it... well, they are blades, they allways manage..- Loial makes faint smile during the tought.
Loial looked around, it reminded him of the barrens, but yet, it was not the same. Loial shakes he's head. -i must have
traveled halfcross the Azeroth and back again in those last years in my search.

*gathering the few things he can find, loial see no ther survivor, the whole patrol, missing or dead. Curses and blood on a gnomes beard!- Loial shouted in anger.*

Loial sighed of the tought how he first was set up on the journey alone, after he's horde patrol dissapeared in the chaos.
atleast he had found two more orcs he traveled alongside untill they stumbled on a scoutparty where he decided
to leave them and start looking for the Matri....

*Akesha!- Loial shouted as he entered the hut the matriarch resided before the coming battle.
Akesha noded and hid a small shuckle of the sight of Loial's big slaping stick.
I slaped the Red Guard in formation for the meeting before we ride out!- Loial said and saluted.
he was clad in he's captain hat and he's spiked shoulderpads and the red cape typhical for the Red Guard.
Akesha started to move for the opening an...*

Loial grumped and started to phase up the speed. i can feel it, i can smell it, i got to find the other blades, soon...