From humble roots

[Nazkhur]

As the moon slowly appeared in the sky, Nazkhur stopped outside a small hut made from the red stone of Durotar. Dismounting her large timber wolf the Death Knight walked inside. “Your late.” said the elderly Orc sitting at the far end of the hut.
She grinned underneath her wolf mask at the comment before speaking, “I had a tribal meeting to be at.” The other Orc looked up at his guest “And how is the Red Blade?” he questioned.

For the moment Nazkhur said nothing, simply walking inside and sitting beside the small fire in the middle of the earth floor. “Arrogant.” She mumbled as she stared at the fire. Her master let out a hearty chuckle at this statement. “And you really think you are better for saying so?” Angered by the question she turned her attention sharply at the Orc. “One suggested that New Blood’s should be used more like peons. Shamed and disgraced! I was lucky enough to get away from that life; I have no plans to return.”
Master Ashflesh gently stood and walked closer to his young apprentice. “Is the peon any worse because they don’t fight?” he asked. Nazkhur looked up at her master and then returned her gaze to the fire. “Yes, yes they are.” She finally answered. The elderly Orc grumbled to himself. “At least grunts have more power” she continued as she tried to justify her first answer. “Your wrong” snapped her master back at her. “Even the most humble are of use to the Horde. The simple peon that works endless hours does more for the Horde than the lazy grunt that drinks more than he fights.”

With a groan he lowers himself to the earth and looks at the Death Knight. “Titles and power bred only one thing, pride. Pride is a weakness that foolish leaders have. Blackhand believed that as Warchief no Orc could challenge him, he was proved wrong by Doomhammer.” Nazkhur shifts her gaze to Ashflesh as she thinks on what he said. “I have become more than my family ever had. The first to earned a second name.” she answers and is met by a nod of his head “And yet you don’t know why?”
She pauses then snarls back “Because Deadeye saw talent in me.” The Pyremaster chuckles to himself as he enjoys his own private joke. “Again your pride blinds you from the truth. Still I doubt you would remember me after all these years.” He grumbles in his thick tone. “Remember you?” the young Death Knight questioned. “Yes. I was the Pyremaster who preformed the rites for your father. It was in his flames that I saw your destiny. I got permission from Deadeye to have you trained and in your life you became a mighty warrior for the Horde.” Nazkhur grunted to this remark. “And in unlife?” she asked. The Orc let out a deep sigh, “Your mate, the Shadowmoon, he corrupted your destiny. He caused you to be reckless and with each victory you filled more and more with pride until your ultimate downfall.”

Nazkhur sat in silence as she remembered her past life. It was nearly a full hour before she spoke again. “And what does destiny hold now?” she finally asked. The elderly Orc sighed gently. “Your service in death to him and the Scourge have brought much pain to you, but in this you have become uncorrupted. Now you can continue your path, but you must remember that your title, status and power matter little. It’s what you do with your life from how it started that matters. Never let the lure of glory and fame fool you. Even the humble have a reason for being and a duty to for fill.” With the words still ringing in her ears the elderly Orc got to his feet and return to the stone that he used for a seat. Nazkhur stared at the fire as she returned to her own ideas. 

[Morgeth]

((Gah. Loved it! Well written, with a very interesting dialogue and fantastic characters! It has a nice flow to it too, that is nice on the eyes.))

[Kozgugore]

(( Harrr, my own death knight peon, incoming! *Rubs hands* Nah, it was a good story indeed! Nice to see some nicely developed orcs passing by, along with a nicely written story too. Nicely done! ))

[Nazkhur]

((Claws got lucky at the meeting. If she wasn't so highly ranked, surrounded by others in the tribe and ine clear line of sight of Koz, Nazkhur might have calmly walked over to her before taking a swing. ))

[Claws]

((Claws got lucky at the meeting. If she wasn't so highly ranked, surrounded by others in the tribe and ine clear line of sight of Koz, Nazkhur might have calmly walked over to her before taking a swing. ))

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