Letters from Nazkhur

[Nazkhur]

*reads the letter with a mix of anger and amusement before taking out two sheet of parchment and begining to write in her own blood*

Throm'ka Morgeth,

Tha news from tha Wrathgate is worse than me could think. Seems we are in a new kind of war, tha kind without honour. Those that died there died as heroes even with that Grom-damn cowardly attack.

Tha Alliance better keep their yapping holes shut after what they did to us in tha Storm Peaks. It pains me that me can't be there to do more for the Tribe in these dark times, but Orcs like ye 'n' our grumpy Chieftain me know that tha Red Blade can make it through anythin'.

Peace with tha Alliance is a stupid idea if ye ask me. Them are too sneaky to understand what the really meaning of peace is. Me remember something a wise Orc once told me during the First War. I asked him what he would do once this war was over. He said he would prepare for tha next one.

With all this trouble me is glad that ye can have some time away in Nagrand. If it is for rest or for huntin', it matters little tha rest is needed at times or how else can ye keep on pounding?

Tha only Orcs that understand She-Orcs are the ones with mates 'n' even then most of them struggle alot of tha time. Me worried 'bout Norviskrall. Him seemed to be sniffing around Claws like a worg in heat. Me only worried that Claws will slip something in to his mead or a knife in ta him.

Me will make sure tha Chieftain is kept up to date with me work in Khaz Modan.

Enjoy Nagrand 'n' gud winter veil, my sister.
Honour, Glory, 'n' Pounding, I see them in ye.

Nazkhur.

*folds the letter up and takes the other sheet of parchment*

Lok'tar Ogar Chieftain,

Me have heard of all tha trouble tha Horde has been having 'n' that Morgeth has shown ye the shells me stole.

Only news me can give ye at the moment is that the shells that were at Menethil have been moved, but not all to Northrend. Half tha crates were load on-board one of their fancy-ass ships. The rest are being taken by road, we think to help Arathor. We'll destroy the shippment before it reaches them, me word on it.

Tha Horde will need to recover fast from this Forsaken revolt 'n' peace might be something to by the time, but me sure it won't last. Them Humans 'n' Dorfs wouldn't know honour if it was standin' in front of them, dancing like a flappie.

Blood 'n' Honour

Nazkhur

[Kozgugore]

Throm’ka Iceblood,

Morgeth told me about your letters and some of the news from the cold front. There be little news from Nagrand, however. The lass tried to string her own bow â€" and failed miserably, at that â€" and generally seem to be enjoying her little rest from all the action in the field. I have a feeling the events at the Wrathgate got her mind a little upside-down. She be a strong orc, but is not used to the more mundane strains a war can bring with it, considering her past. The peace and quiet here will do her more good than she realizes herself.

I received the crate of shells you sent. But I be ripped apart if I know what in Grom’s arse to do with them. Never liked them noisy boomsticks meself, and I know even less of dwarven magics or materials. I sent a few pieces of the whole deal to a friend in Orgrimmar who might know more of it. I will let you know if he knows of anything.

I heard of some of the crazy things you be facing there. So don’t you get yourself torn to pieces by some cowardly shell or magic or whatever be more like it. Unless you want me to come down there and drag your icy arse out of there meself. I be damned if an orc like yourself comes to such an end. You deserve it as little as the orcs who died at the gate. A damned waste of good warriors and orcs, that be. I know not all of the Forsaken be to blame. But I be damned itching to wraps me fingers around them bones and snap them to little pieces.

Still, these be times we should do anything we can to make amends. At least for this orc it is. I reckon this idea to contact the Alliance leaders for talks be as useless as it sounds. I know most orcs no doubt disapprove of it, and I can hardly blame them. Still, these be things a chieftain should try. At least the Horde will not be to blame, should it come to a war this time around. We will have at least given them a chance to kneel, before we march south and rip them all to pieces.

I no doubt have taken up plenty of your time by now. But know the Horde be at your side at all times. We will send a party all the way into those freezing mountains if need be. Stay strong, and for Grom’s sake, would you stop worrying about Morgeth’s pounding. I have a feeling she be provided well enough as it is.

Iron in the blood, Nazkhur.
Kozgugore Feraleye

[Nazkhur]

Throm'ka Chieftain,

Me have no doubts that ye can take care of Morgeth, but me would still prefer to be round a campfire with the Tribe than sitting in tha snows of Dun Morogh. Least Nagrand has better huntin', even if Morgeth isn't tha marksman ye are.

Tha shell shippment that was heading north has been destroyed 'n' we have moved deeper into Dorf land. Hoping ta spend Winter Veil at Kargath, but failin' that me'll steal mead from tha Dorfs.

What happened at tha Wrathgate changes nothing for me. Only people ye can trust in life are Orcs 'n' even them some ye can't. I'm glad that none of tha Red Blade got hit by that plague them no good bags of bones cooked up. There be no need to worried 'bout me getting killed here. Died once in Khaz Modan, not planning to do so again 'n' if me do, me will go out with such a blast even Osan wouldn't forget it.

When me have something useful to write me will, but now most of tha Dorfs are drunk(er) cus of Winter Veil. Be sure to pass on me greetin' to tha tribe in this cold 'n' snowy season.

Me would say to stay strong, but me know ye, Morgeth 'n' tha rest of tha tribe will. As for pounding, me is only following in yer words 'n' much pounding will there be for any true Orc!

Blood 'n' Honor,

Nazkhur Frostflayer

[Kozgugore]

Throm'ka Frostflayer,

It has been a while since I last got meself to send a letter. But then, it be hard to write anything interesting with whatever few happenings as of late. Things be awfully normal and quiet in the tribe. Even the Alliance be keeping quiet for the time being. Which makes things only worse if you be asking this orc. Whenever them be not attacking Horde settlements, them be brooding one thing or another. The waiting be always the worst.

The season celebrations be as crazy as you would imagine them to be. We held a little party in the Silvermoon square only a day ago. So at least we be rid of them crazy celebrations for another year. Seems some particular orcs were starting to take an interest in shoving snowballs in each other's necks.

Let us know of any progress out there if there be any. It has been some time since we last had word of you. Reckon it be hard enough as it is getting some proper messages to get through to a land like that. So far, there be no news from the researcher in Orgrimmar.

As for Morgeth, she seems to be doing just fine. The stomach be growing larger and larger. Turning out to become quite the ogre by now. I doubt it be much longer until we see that kicking rascal coming out to greet us with a good snarl or two. I just pray we won't be sitting in some war or another by that time. Knowing humans, it may well be coming up soon enough. We had no response about our little diplomatic talks just yet.

Take care out there, Nazkhur. We know you will bring honour to the tribe out there as much as you would back here.

Kozgugore Feraleye

[Nazkhur]

*Written in blood on the parchment it reads*

Lok'tar Ogar Morgeth 'n' Kozgugore,

Me not surprised things have been silent. Thing most of the Alliance has been too busy with Winter veil to fight. Makes you wondering if they are serious 'bout war. Me think they just want a chance to show off their fancy ass armour. Me is sure..

*The writting suddenly stops and a faint groove is left in the parchment where words should be. Below this is a large rune drawn onto the page that now seems to glow.
Touching it a small spirit figure of Nazkhur appears and sits down on the page. She is dressed in full armour but is coated in a thick layer of ice. After a few moments the figure starts to speak in her normal tone*

"Me hope this hasn't shocked yer too much, but its so Grom-damn cold 'ere that even me blood is freezing when it leaves me body. Me think that tha Alliance will wait till warmer times before movin'."

*Nazkhur looks to the ground at her right before looking back at you.*

"'earin' ye have been in Silvermoon makes me glad I was out 'ere, even with all that has happened. Adris went missing two days ago during this blizzard that has kept us on tha side of Ironforge Mountain. Me have no doubt he's either dead or surrendered to tha Alliance, but this isn't that only tragic event that has happened."

"Last night Hakrim Jawsmasher froze to death. Dying like that isn't tha way for any Orc to meet death, shelterin' from tha elements 'n' hopin' to survive. He might be a Mag'har Orc, but hes also a Bleeding Hollow 'n' it pains me to admit that I can't do a pyre for him 'ere."

"Me must ask tha tribe for its help in this. Me'll be movin' off this mountain soon 'n' headin' to a place called Misty Pine Refuge. There should be an Argent Dawn agent there, so I can at least melt this ice. Little north of tha refuge is a waterfall that has frozen. If me put Hakrim's body within tha ice of this, me would ask that tha tribe sends a patrol out to get him 'n' give him a funeral pyre that he earned in life."

"No doubt tha Alliance will be on their toes so ye will need ta keep edgy. Worst of all sounds as if me'll miss tha birth, but me'll leave somethin' with Hakrim. Somethin' I made when me hoped that one day I would have a pup."

*Nazkhur stands up 'n' the ice coating her starts to shatter. As she pulls herself upto her full height, Naz lets out a large roar*

POUND YER WAY TA GLORY!!

*With that the figure fades back into the rune*


((As a possible event for the tribe I'd better fill in the details. The body of Hakrim will be frozen into the bottom section of the waterfall at misty pine refuge in Dun Morogh. He will be already dressed ready for the pyre.

On his chest will be a bundle of green cloth that bears the mark of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, this is bound with string and had a label that read "For Morgeth's pup".

Inside the bundle will be a simple orcish doll in white cloth. However its left arm has the clan mark of ever major clan that stayed on Draenor during the second war. The right arm has the Clan marks of all the Clans that were on Azeroth, excluding the Frostwolves. The back of the doll is covered with every minor Clan within the Horde, these include such clans as the Redwalker, the White Claw, Clan Redblade, and the Frostwolves are hidden among these. "Power to the Horde, Glory to the Clans" is written on the belly of the doll in Orcish.

Nazkhur won't be at the refuge as most of you have worked out by now, but she has been and not too long ago. I'll leave when or if you do the event up to you. enjoy))

[Bugor]

(( I love it! Your sorting out events and your not even in game! Sounds really exciting to me! I good old treck to Dun Morgugughuguhug... Not done it in awhile! Bring on the gnomes! I'll need to screenshot my little RP description about my weapon. Its a nod in your direction ))

*Bugor peers over Morgeth shoulder, trying to read the letter that has been sent and catch whats making the glowing!*

[Nazkhur]

((I'm not sorting events, I'm making work for others Also helps prove that I'm not slacking just because I'm not playing.

Think that event setting for me at the moment is something I can do, even if I'm going to get the feeling of being that big hand in the sky from warcraft 1-3.

Do my bidding! *pokes with finger*))

[Morgeth]

*As she starts scribbling her response, Morgeth looks over her shoulder, and grunts at Bugor*
"Grom-damned, orc! Why don't you write 'er a letter o' your own? Y'pinin' some some heated dog."
*With a snort of amusement, the young warlock then turns, and starts writing her answer.*

Nazkhur

I am glad to be able to write you again, even though your last message brought such sad news. I have asked the chieftain to be allowed to accompany the orcs who will come and bring your friend.. home. Was that other feller - Adris - ever found?

How are you then, sister? Many new orc have been joining the tribe, and obviously almost each and every one of them be male. I only have Claws, and this shaman named Varughka, that fill my ears with some good, female chatter.

Last night some strange orc brought news from a supposed 'master' - news that I did not fully understand. Something about an orc among us, and a mask that had never been lost, about a female lying. I am confused, and thus I will not give you any vague theory about what it might mean, but rather wait until I can give you some proper insight to what be going on.

I be well rested from Nagrand now, and feel that I be ready to fight, but this damned stomach is getting heavier by the day. This pup will be as big as Gruulg when it comes out. Writing that just put some very disturbing images into my poor head, so I best finish this letter quick. Bugor is oogling the writing as we speak. Damned sneaky orc.

Fight well, sister.
Pounding glory awaits us!

   Morgeth


((That event-thing makes me happy orrk. I am very impressed by it. *swoon*))

[Nazkhur]

*Nazkhur's Miniwing arrives with a new letter. Opening it there is nothing written but the large rune in the middle of the page. As before you touch it and a small figure of Naz appears and bows*

"Throm'ka Morgeth, glad hear from ye again 'n' that ye, tha Chieftain 'n' Bugor got me last message."

*the figure lets out a hearty chuckle*

"Now onto matters of importances. There 'as been no sight of Adris 'n' me can only guess that he froze to death 'n' was eaten by one of tha wolves or bears around."

*Sighs and shakes her head*

"That mask yer mentioned makes me think of only one thing. Was somethin' me read when I was readin' 'bout the tribe. Maybe the Wolfking's mask. Should speak with Norviskrall, he has spoke with him before.

Makes me glad to know that the tribe is still growin' 'n' the fact that so many male Orcs are joinin' when me is away, proves that it takes many male Orcs to replace one She-Orc."

*Naz grins and flexes slightly*

"Even if them no gud for yappin' with they can be of use. Gud to hear that yer back from Nagrand anyway. Get any big kills out there? The Chieftain was sayin' ye were havin' trouble with yer bow. Me not understand bows 'n' guns, makes it seem like yer too afraid to get close."

*Takes the polearm from her back and slams in into the ground, this makes the parchment tremble*

"Me is sure yer pup will be nothin' like Gruulg, just got to hope that it not grumble as much as Kozgugore does. If the pup has yer brains 'n' looks 'n' Kozgugores brute strength then ye have nothin' to worry 'bout.
Me'd be worried it will be born with a wolf mask on 'n' closely followed by a worg.

If ye can carry the weight to Dun Morogh 'n' back ye must be brave. If it was me, me would stay back in Durotar 'n' make me mate do all tha sweatin'. Gud to know that the Red Blade will come for Hakrim, I'm leavin' tha refuge today.

Seems the Red Rune Wolves have failed already. There is nothin' out here but lot of snow. I'm on the move, can't say where to yet cus me isn't sure. Its somethin'...somethin' me have to find out if its true."

*Naz returns her polearm to her back*

"Me not sure if Bugor can write, but him might spend me soap on a rope if he can't.

Blood, honor 'n' pounding, me sister"

*The figure of Naz fades back into the rune.*

[Bugor]

*Bugor mumbles all the while wrapping up a soap in a rope and writing on the front of the parcel:
'Bugor can bloodey well write!'*

[Nazkhur]

*unwraps the soap on a robe and smiles at the message before taking out a peice of parchment and writing a short message*

Throm'ka Bugor,

My thanks for tha soap. If yer got more to write, as it seems yer can then bloody do it. Gets lonely out here, with no Orcs to yap to 'n' any of tha tribe can write to me, even if Osan only likely to be able to send a drawin' of him 'n' his chicken.

Blood 'n' Honor

Naz

[Morgeth]

*With a low grunt, Morgeth slumps down to drag a hand over her green face, before she starts writing her latter*

Throm'ka, Nazkhur

I hope this letter finds you in good health and in no more trouble than necessary. As I told you before, we planned to engage in some peace talks with the alliance. We met with them yesterday, in the gobbo-place called Everlook and had some proper words. Or well, maybe not so proper. It seems that they are much too keen to pin the guld on us. There will be no peace, so needless to say, we have to keep our ears and eyes open more than usual.

I am not afraid of them, but I was hoping for some peace in which to properly raise my pup. War has never been part of my life to such an extent, but I can somehow tell - maybe from the look in the eyes of such as yours and Kozgugore's - that it is not an easy thing to have. Now I must make sure to keep alive. Not only for my sake, but for the pup, and the chieftain. He has already lost so many to war, and even though I never doubt his strength, I am afraid that it might be hard on him, should many good orcs meet their end here.

But I will not be gloomy about it either. No doubt the alliance have their inside bickering - it sure seemed like that yesterday - and there will not be an attack by a full army. Just like us, I expect renegade fractons to try and pick up the battle axe. Needless to say.. we will be ready for such actions. And in the midst of all that, we'll continue to beat the crap out of that pale dog of a lich king, and pound or way to sweet glory.

As for the tribe, it is growing and keeping strong. The only things that worry me are the words about the mask that I mentioned earlier. I am hoping that we'll find a way to look into that more, and that it's not a thing forgotten. The mentioning of that particular she-orc makes me question alot of things, and as I write this, I realise that I'll have to speak to the chieftain about further.

On another note, Norviskrall has gone quite the batshit crazy lately. He is always in wolf form, speaks of orcish life like it doesn't ineterest him, or at least plagues his "pure" mind. He wrote me a letter, plainly asking for help, and then - when I brought it up - said that he didn't want help. That I had percieved it as such due to my "ego". Apparently the words "I need help" are somehow different within his thick, shaman skull. I wouldn't be surprised if he twirled off to join the spirits, which is something that disturbs me greatly. I do appreciate the orc, but he just twists my nerves like nothing else. Must be the fact that he thinks me a child of sorts. Bah.

The stomach is as large as ever, if not even more, and tomorrow I will go to Mulgore and speak to a couple of cows in that small village, so that they might give me a proper date or something. I reckon it will be a few months from now, but since I have never given birth before, or witnessed a proper birth at that, I feel that I might need some advice not coming from Bugor, Osan or Kozgugore. Then it's all blank stares and slight drool.

I hope that you are doing well out there,
and I know you bring glory to yourself and the tribe.

Most of all, I wish you to return soon.
If war comes, I want a sister at my side.


                  Blood, pounding and honour
                         Morgeth

[Nazkhur]

*The letter is rolled up and held in place by a length of leather cord from which hangs a black diamond. The diamonds face is carved crudely with a red cross that leans towards the right. At the centre of the cross is also another rune. You haven't seen it before but it has a familiar sense to it.*

Throm'ka Morgeth,

I'm in good health, strength 'n' without trouble other than them in me mind. Me can only wish ye the same or better from what I read. The idea that there can be peace is something that is wasted. Azeroth isn't Orcish 'n' the Alliance won't be happy until we are wiped from it, that is tha cold truth.

Like me 'n' Kozgugore many Orcs in the tribe have seen war before, many will speak of victory 'n' glory but ye are right to think that it isn't easy to bear. Me have seen families of Humans burned alive in their farmhouses during the First War, I have slaughtered helpless Humans at Havenshire without mercy or pity because of the nagging voice of that Human whelp.

The weight of the lives of the Orcs will sit on Kozgugores shoulders, me feel he knows that there is no glory in death, only that its better to die fighting to survive than to surrender 'n' die in shame. As for me, me just wish to do all I can for Orcs who deserve to live, Orcs like ye, Kozgugore 'n' many others in the tribe.

Me think ye should be worried 'bout Norviskrall. If him is 'batshit crazy' as yer think he is, him could do somethin' stupid in war 'n' risk the lives of other Orcs.

Me must ask if there has been any news on Hakrim? Me know the tribe is bein' kept busy by tha yappin' Humans but I would hate for him to be forgotten.

Now onto important things. Askin' a male Orc for advice on birth would be like askin' tha undead to do somethin' 'bout their stink. I have seen a birth before but it was many years ago. Me would like to write that it is easy 'n' no trouble, but it would be a lie. Me remember that there was plenty of effort and even more pain. This is part of the reason behind the necklace sent with this letter.

This might be of use to ye at the birth if not in battle. Tha rune is a blood rune. I've crafted it so the energy inside it can heal flesh 'n' more. The pain will be all but vanish from tha person who uses it, tha problem being it is passed to me. This might work only once or twice to the hour, so use it only when ye feel yer must.

No worry 'bout putting me in pain, reminds me I'm still alive 'n' that me have a duty to ye 'n' tha Tribe.

Me'll try 'n' be back for the birth, but me doubt me will. As for war, me know that ye will do the tribe proud 'n' that glory will be pounded to.

I'm at yer side always, in spirit if not in flesh. Stay alive 'n' well me sister.

                            Blood, honour, 'n' Poundin'

                                      Nazkhur

[Bugor]

*A crude piece of leather is bound with yet another soap on a rope. You unroll it to find a letter*

To Nazkhur

Bugor said he could write, not that he likes it! Hows the fight goin'? Yur well...?

*there is a few scribbles as if Bugor is thinking what to write*

Hope yur find yur elf. Stay strong.

Bugor

[Kozgugore]

Throm'ka Nazkhur,

It pains even me to write that Morgeth be unable to send you a letter herself. I be sure she told you of her plans to travel to Mulgore, see how the pup be coming along. It turns out the tauren think it be no more than two or so months until it comes kicking its way out to greet us.

But that be not all of it. As we stuck around in Bloodhoof village, word reached us of a small Alliance army raiding the southern Barrens, fighting them way through Camp Taurajo, we orcs pulled back to Thunder Bluff to gather our forces and prepare for whatever battle that be waiting to face us. When we finally headed out with plenty of orcs, Bloodhoof was already razed and defender and civilian alike run through. We eventually tracked them to the heights of Red Cloud Mesa, and it was there that we made our clash with the Alliance.

Them were already weakened and thinned in them numbers. But still plenty to put up a fight for whatever few orcs we gathered. A few ran, being the unorganised Alliance forces them are, but we caught up with most of them as the cowardly possums tried to -run- their way out of Mulgore.

We saved whatever there be left of Mulgore. But that wasn't enough for me. Morgeth laid bleeding by the side when we ran down the last few running soldiers. A spear hit her in the side... I don't

-the following paragraph seems to have been crossed out a couple of times-

We brought her back to the village, and tended to her wounds as best we could. Stitched up the wound and bandaged the whole damned thing. I think she be fine, but I can't tell for certain. Said she might have been struck by the tip of some damned death knight's spear or what not. She felt all cold and pale when she finally got herself to sleep. But now she be looking even colder and a nearly as blue as a daft draenei. Do you know of any spells or poisons them death knights may be using with these effects?

As for other news, as far as anything more important goes, we have been unable to venture to Dun Morogh for the past few days just yet. Our Thur'ruk will be taking us to Nagrand within a moon, so we will be sending out an expedition to search for your friend a day before that. We will make sure we give him a proper pyre. I be sorry we could not pick him up earlier, as the snowy passes of the dwarf lands would no doubt have denied us such a chance in the deepest months of winter. We will do anything we can to bring him back to where he belongs, however.

Sadly, I have already run out of things to write. I can hardly get meself to think of other things with all this rot going on. Backstabbing Alliance be one thing, but seeing Morgeth, me mate, like that - I cannot afford to lose another family member I only made so recently. I know these be times to remain strong at, but you be a friend of hers, like a blood sister of sorts. It be safe of me to tell you I wouldn't know where to start, were this wolf to leave me. It be the last thing I would want to grasp at times like these.

Bring honour to the tribe, Nazkhur. We will do anything we can to keep Morgeth alive and safe for when you return.

Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye