Letters from Nazkhur

[Nazkhur]

((As some of you might know, due to a dire cash follow problem I'm having to take a break from WoW soon. *peers at Koz wearing a party hat* But don't think this is the last you will hear from Nazkhur. I'm planning a series of letters from her to the tribe from her time on other duties. I'm hoping to do at least on a week, but no doubt it will drive me as insane as writing the Iron Guardian did so don't get your hopes up. Here is the first, to explain why Nazkhur is away..enjoy.))

Nazkhur stares at the Horde seal on the scroll before breaking it and unrolling the scroll. Her eyes scan across the words as she read.
"Grom damn it! 'em Grom-damn, flappie eared, flowerblooded, gits!" The pure temptation to rip the scroll up and throw it on the fire passes after a few moment of grumbling, and stamping of feet. Returning her gaze to the scroll she begins to read it in detail.

"Hail Nazkhur Iceblood of tha Red Blade. You have been picked out by Horde scholars ta have an understanding of tha Dwarven tongue and runes."
Pause for the moment and thinks, a small grin crosses her lips as she daydreams on ripping a tongue from a Dwarves mouth. Peering at the scroll again she continues.
"As such your skills are needed for the Horde. In four days time report to Conquest Hold in tha Grizzled Hills for orders. Tha Iron Dwarves might have wisdom that can't fall in ta tha hand of the Alliance. For tha glory of tha Horde and tha Warchief, yours....blah blah blah" The blah's rumble from her lips turning into a grumble as she finishes and looks down at her Red Blade Colours. "So much for duty for tha tribe."

[Claws]

((Sorry to hear this Naz just getting to know your Orc, nice idea about your reports though hurry back)).

Look forward to reading them if this is the standard you will be sending us.

[Nazkhur]

((First letter will appear in a few days once my time is out. Most likely I will send them to Morgeth or maybe Koz and they will be leeked to the tribe that way.))

[Kozgugore]

(( *Hides party hat* Oh! Eh. Shame! Oh, yes! No more rotti- Ahem. Did I say rotting orc? I think not!


Nah, really too bad to see you go so soon, Naz. Hope you enjoy your time out there in advance, and hopefully pop by again some day! If you need any help in terms of IC info or what not for the letters, do feel free to ask! It's certainly nice to see a member carrying on even out of game time. ))

[Nazkhur]

*Sitting in a corner of Conquest Hold Nazkhur finishes writing her letter and rolls it up before placing it in the ring that hangs from her Miniwings leg. With the letter firmly in place the bird flaps it wings and takes to the air. After a long journey the bird lands in front of Morgeth and waits for her to take the letter.*

Morgeth,
I know its only hours since I left tha meadfest at Booty Bay, but me now know why me been sent for. The Horde is planning to send a small force to the Storm Peaks. Seems their diggers have found something. They won't tell us what yet, but we are ta stay at Conquest Hold the next few days for trainning.

There are four of use that make us this "Red Rune Wolves", me and Orc called Nerak, a Tauren called Snowshatter (I not know his other name yet. Shaman seems to think he knows all), 'n' finally a flappie. I not know his name either and me not really care. Him already been put in command. Me not even sure if there is a wolf that will let itself have a flowerblood ride it.

Me will try and sneak back ta Hammerfall, but not easy ta sneak in full plate 'n' me not running back naked.

Blood 'n' Honour, keep pounding your way ta glory.

Nazkhur

[Oznack]

((
Get that partyhat moving and get back in here you silly git!
))

[Nazkhur]

*Nazkhur's Miniwing flaps above the Red Blade gathered Arathi before swooping down and perching on Morgeth's shoulder and using its beak to pull the letter from the ring on its leg. Unrolling the letter it is clearly written in dry blood*

Throm'ka Morgeth

Me hope that this reaches ye before tha killin' in tha highlands. I have news for tha Chieftain already. Tha dorfs have uncovered tha Ark of tha Vanir. This chest is made from Titansteel 'n' is marked with imprints of a She-Titan that looks to be holdin' something. We not know what it is or what tha Ark has inside, but tha dorfs seem to be keepin' this big secret. Thing is so heavy that it will take six dorfs to get it in to tha steam tank machine of theirs.
Special steam tank is bein' sent from Menethil, but might not arrive in tha Howling Hjord for least one moon. Tha dorf writtin' me have seen on this Ark seems so excieted tha me would think it contained an everlastin' keg.

Tha Red Rune Wolves will move out as soon as its dark. Me be happy when this over. Kilroggs bleeding eye me could kill 'n' eat tha flappie commander! Always yappin' on at me that him is strong 'n' she-elves want him. Me think he knows nothing of poundin'.

Stay safe 'n' strong sister. Kill some humans for me!

Pound yer way ta glory!
Nazkhur Frostflayer

[Morgeth]

*Shooting the miniwing an annoyed glance, Morgeth shakes her head as she sits down to answer the orc's letter. Choosing ink over blood, she scribbles down her response.*

Throm'ka, Nazkhur!

I am currently in Hammerfall, arranging the last bits before we are to meet with the trolls and strike against the humans and their alliance. It feels strange, for someone like me, to move in such a fashion, but I suppose this is the hour of the wolf, and not the lone orc.

An everlasting keg sounds like good news, especially to the likes of Osan and Bugor. I will tell the chieftain that you are doing well, and about your discoveries, to which I am sure he will give a grumbling response.

As for the flappie, I would give you numerous suggestions, but as flappies go they usually don't respond very well to orcish logic. Something with their brittle body structure, I suppose. Anyway, I do not have to tell you to not take any crap from the mongrel.

I have a feeling that Bugor is missing you. He had the saddest look on his face earlier. It was either that, or he has got another one of those vile stomach aches.

This is about as much "useful" information I can give right now.
I will make sure to send you a message after the battle.

Stay strong and keep pounding until sore, my sister!

Morgeth

[Osan the Orc]

((*sniffle come back soon! ))

[Nazkhur]

*Nazkhur sits beside her fire at their camp in southern part of the Storm Peaks. As she read she grins before folding the letter up and taking a fresh peice of parchmemt from her bag and writing*

Morgeth,
Me hope this letter finds you alive 'n' not too sore after much poundin' in tha Highlands. I'm sure that Bugor had gas rather than missin' me, should run round Hammerfall a few time ta fix it.

Tha Humans slaughtered or did tha Trolls let tha Horde down?

No big news here, me sittin' in snow, waitin' for dorfs to move. Snow storm seems ta be commin' soon so best tell tha tribe ta look out here.
Me not been able ta find anything on this Ark of Vanir other than what dorf letters says. Me would think there would be a Ark of Aesir as well, but me find nothing. This smells like a trap ta me, maybe dorfs be lookin' for a fight? If them are me give them one, if them not, me still give them one! Can't be lettin' you have all tha pounding

Blood, honor 'n' much pounding!

Nazkhur

[Bugor]

*looks over Morgeths shoulder and mumbles at the writing* Bugors bellys fine!

[Morgeth]

*Reading the recent letter, and trying to fend off Bugor with a snicker, Morgeth turns to write her reply, shaking her head as she does so.*

Nazkhur

The fight was interesting, but I would not dare call it a victory. Our number wavered, especially on the trolls part, but I guess their many shouts and put-down words made up for that. It was no terrible loss, as the humans got to keep their ruins, but we did not loose a single orc to those pink-skin lines.

I am afraid however that Grutal was spotted amongst them, now as a draenei of sorts. I do not confess to know anything about it, but in the end she can be considered no longer a part of the tribe, but rather having sided with alliance.

I hope that they listen to your insticts, should this ark prove a trap of sorts. And as for fighting, I bet you bring it a buckedload to those who deserve it! Your pounding will no doubt prove legendary.

Speaking of which, Bugor has finally confessed to missing you, telling me that you make knights "look good". Males. They don't even know how to properly adress such things. Oh, well. Nothing a few good blows to the head won't take care of. He tells me to write that his stomach is fine, but I have my doubts. Or rather - my nose has doubts.

Osan yaps about his chicken, Kozgugore grumbles, Norviskrall worries, Loial kisses his muscles, Claws seems to know something no one else does, Bugor tries to mount the walls, and I am being my perfectly fine self. I hope that you dazzle the elf with your wit, personality and blunt weapons.

Strength, honour and pounding!

Morgeth

[Nazkhur]

*A Horde Courier rides upto Morgeth and offers her a letter before jumping from his wolf and lifting a large wooden crate from behind the saddle and placing this at Morgeth's feet before remounting and riding away. The letter is sealed with the mark of the tribe. Breaking the seal on it, the letter reads...*

Morgeth,

This letter be important ta tha Tribe as well as tha Horde. After me wrote ta you, tha camp was sent a warband from Warsong Hold. This was a Mag'har Bleeding Hollow warband led by Hakrim Jawsmasher. Them had been sent ta support us after they hear dorfs be prepared ta fight. As tha snow started ta fall we dug into the earth to make shelters from elements or Alliance.

When sun came up this morning tha snow had stopped, but tha dorfs had encamped on tha cliffs above us. It was 'en that them start. 'em rained down a storm of mortar shells on us. We could only stay in shelters as 'em dorfs pounded us.

Thirty eight Bleeding Hollow were killed 'n' twenty more wounded. Nerak of the Red Rune had his legs 'n' left arm ripped off, 'n' me got coated in sharp metal. I lucky that me know 'bout blood runes so me not even have a scar from it.

After shelling me, Hakrim 'n' flappie climbed up tha cliffs 'n' killed some of tha dorfs before we had ta run. Me was able ta grab some of them shells that them dorfs used.

We know back at Agmar's Hammer for now, but me have looked at shells. Them are marked with runes, Death Knight runes. Some have red blood ones, others blue frost 'n' even some green unholy ones. Me will send you them ta show others, but if dorf knights helping Alliance them could turn attack Highlands.

Me not surprised Grutal be with Alliance 'n' this might be why attack not work well. Them might have known already. As for Bugor, me not understand him, but me not try ta understand tha males, me just pound.

Blood, honor 'n' poundin'

Nazkhur.

*inside the crate are three normal looking mortar shells, but each is marked with a different rune. One in red, one in blue and one in green.*

[Nazkhur]

*Nazkhur's miniwing arrives with a new letter*

Throm'ka Morgeth,

Me have not written for sometime because of much secret work. After sortin' tha Pyres for tha fallen at the storm peaks, me, Hakrim and Adris (our flappie) headed to tha Howling Hjord. There we headed towards Valgarde 'n' was sneaky enough to get on-board one of their fancy boats.

Tha three of us are now back in Khaz Modan 'n' there are more of tha mortar shells at their port of Menethil ready to be sent either ta Northrend or maybe to help Humans in tha Highlands.

I've heard lots of noise 'bout tha Wrathgate in dragonblight, maybe Humans makin' trouble or something else. We will be deep in dorf land till maybe tha turn of tha year, so bette' have a many winter veil drinks for me...'n' even more pounding.

Blood, honour 'n' pounding

Nazkhur

[Morgeth]

Lok'tar Nazkhur

My heart aches at the sight of your words, and especially at the grave loss of so many orcs. It prides me that you are able to write me this, as it is a testament to your strength and skill. I have passed the shells to the chieftain, who will no doubt give you his own words on them.

I am afraid that I will have to remain on a serious subject, as you yourself mentioned Wrathgate. The battle for it, is considerably lost. I watched from afar with Kozgugore and several others left in charge to guard the camp close to it, as a large number of horde and alliance met up to deal with the Lich King I suppose you know better than most.

A betrayal from within thwarted every attempt, but not before Saurfang the younger fell victim to that pointy-hat-wearing piece of crap.. *The writing briefly trails off into a smudge*.
Anyway. It seems that part of the forsaken have allied themselves with that large demon that Sylvanas held as a pet, and have developed a new plague to eradicate not only the scourge, but also the living. The assault ended in despair, as the plague hit our own troops. Many lives were lost, in both our own lines and the alliance.

This has opened up for a new hatred between our fractions, and whilst I might not fear their retribution in one way, I do feel that I have a family to protect. In both respects to my pup, and this tribe. I do not long for more human blades to fend off, especially not with undead so close to our noses. Whilst the king of the humans believes it is the Horde as a whole that are at fault, we know about the "rogue" part of the forsaken - we even had to fight them for hold of the Undercity - but I suppose telling them about it will be a task in its own.

Actually Kozgugore and an elf from the Fraternity - or something along the likes of it - are working to have some peace talks put together with these alliance. Needless to say, this could end very badly, but I try to have some hope in that they can't all be utter morons. Has got to be some lighter side to it, no?

Casting a no doubt strange light beside all this be winter veil, which is causing me to hear more grumbling than usual. There are goblins giving out gnome suits to anyone who enters their strange machinery, and folk tossing snowballs everywhere. I have no doubt you would enjoy yourself here, and I will keep some of the booze and balls for you to toss and drink later.

As for understanding males, I might have to take your advice there. Trying to understand often leaves me speechless, or at least with a headache. I have tried to educate Norviskrall in the simple fact that females are not some soft-hearted beings that need his hugs or silly caring, but I think the damned orc just wants to wrap me in a blanket and feed me hot soup.

Bah. This letter be a long one, because I will be going away for five days or so, to have myself some proper thinking and rest. These magics are vile, and with all this fighting I want to keep a clear head. That be said, I suggest you direct your bird to Kozgugore, Bugor or anyone remotely capable of answering letters - maybe not Norviskrall, then you'd only get "ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE OKAY?!" in return.

You can obviously still send me letters, might just take me a bit longer to answer them, and I seriously doubt you want to see me write about my intake on Nagran'd beautiful nature, or how loud the talbuk roar (or whatever they do) as they chase me up and down the hills.

You are missed, my sister. Your voice and blade alike.
Keep on pounding - there will be songs about your glory.

     Morgeth