A Storytelling Evening

[Rhonya]

One evening, a few days ago, the Orcs of the Red Blade gathered for a very special storytelling evening. All gathered around a campfire, little did they expect the things about to happen...

Sadok Sharptongue, Thur'ruk of the tribe, added some very special ingredient to the flames, making things come very much alive for the present orcs (And one Tauren). A bit too much alive, for some their taste...



In their minds, they were brought back to events of the past, guided by the Thur'ruks words while he told the story, they were suddenly in the midst of everything! Surprised, but ever vigilant, the Orcs adapted quickly to the odd visions that suddenly didn't seem so much like visions anymore. Within moments, they were figthing for their lives in the battle of mount Hyjal!




They faced undead, a Lich, a Pitlord, dragons...





Of course this was not without casualties. But seeing it was a vision, and not a true thing, the orcs were fine of course and able to put their fallen comrads back on their feet. Even though the feeling of dying might forever stick with them...
At the end they faced the might of Archimonde himself, reliving the past, and driving him back.



Of course, the orcs safely awoke around their campfire once more as the vision faded. But this would be a story that would stick with them forever. Because they lived it, stood together as true orcs of the Red Blade!

For the Blood of the Tribe!