Way of the Spirit Champion

[Nazkhur]

((As much of a shame as it is and how much of a crime it might be I havent the time to return in-game. However I am hopin to tie up a few lose ends before I go. So stay tuned!))

[Nazkhur]

((GGGGGRRRRRRRR!!!!! The worgen look so tempting but their are three major problems. 1.) lack of money 2.) lack of time 3.) they joined the alliance.

Anyway for the next part i'm looking for a volunteer orc Kozgugore or Morgeth. Nothing to worry about just need to be found. ))

[Kozgugore]

(( Sounds smex. Suppose I could tag along for the little ride! \o/ As for worgen, mbleh, I'm not that much of a fan of Twilight. ))

[Greggar]

((I'm surprised the goblin balls jokes haven't dropped yet, Koz You've lost the touch of jokes! Oh no! D: ))

[Nazkhur]

Days passed and the news of the attack was whispered through the Horde. Finally it reached the ears of one of the most honoured hunters in the land, Kozgugore. Besides the urge to hunt, the idea that one of his own had become so wild made the rage follow through his veins.

The Alliance had also grown tired of this threat and had sent a lesser known Dwarf hunter to match this...creature.

By the time Kozgugore reached the falls already this Dwarf had found his prey and was trying his hardest not to become its.

Kozgugore watched from a distance as the creature moved with all the grace and speed of a wild cat as she fought the Dwarf. The Dwarf was clearly out matched in close combat, but the creature made a foolish mistake. Pouncing at the Dwarf she sent him flying backwards towards where Kozgugore was watching.

As the Dwarf stumbled and bounced across the ground, the creature let out a chilling roar from her place at the falls. It was now that Kozgugore had had enough. Taking out an arrow he loaded his bow and took his aim.

However at the sametime the slightly stunned Dwarf scrambled to his feet and took aim with his rifle. As insane as this creature was Kozgugore knew that the kill belonged to him. Catching sight of the Dwarf out of the corner of his eye, the Orc chieftain turned his bow at the Dwarf and fired.

The arrow went straight into the dwarf's neck, but as he dropped to the ground his rifle fired. Kozgugore quickly turned his head as he heard the creature yelp in pain before falling to the ground.

As fast as he could the Orc hurried over to the creature and it was now that he could see clearly who the foe was, "Nazkhur.."

The orcish Death Knight breathed heavy and looked up at her chieftain "I....I...have failed....the...tribe." she mumbled. Nazkhur's hand grasped at Kozgugores tabard, "Burn my body....see...that my skull....survives....and I will see all that....lies ahead."

With those words the undead Orc returned to the other fallen warriors of the Horde.

Her body was dragged back to Conquest Hold and that night the remains were burned and as the flames died the Chiefain of the Red Blade reached into the ashes the took up the skull of Nazkhur. As his finger rubbed over the boned the whispered words spoke into his mind, "The world around you is dying. The elements will soon rage."

(( Yes, Naz will live on as an RP item that gives cryptic clues to the future, enjoy. I might be back for the next part of WoW but if I do it will be as the Worgen but i'm planning to be a spy for the Horde so we shall see.

Was great fun RPing with all of you and maybe see you again in the future.

BLOOD HONOUR AND POUNDING! FOR THE BLOOD OF THE TRIBE!! ))

[Kozgugore]

(( Nose, dead Nazkhur! Nice, little yarn nevertheless though. But... dead! *Twitch* I'm sure you'll be responsible for some in-game drama after this. *Nodnod* I'll make sure her skull gets a nice place amongst, ur... the skulls on Morgeth's shoulderpads!

Was nice to have RPed with you, Morgri/Naz. Shame to see you go, but alas. Make sure you take care out there! o/ Do feel free to pop by on occasion. ))

[Greggar]

(( shame orcs always have to die in such detail : / Hope to see you soon Nazkhur ))

[Morgeth]

((Alot of in-game drama, I assure you. Nazkhur was/is a lovely character and I'm quite honoured to have been able to RP with her <3 I hope to see you pop up again in the future! Meanwhile, make sure that you have fun!))

[Claws]

((All The best Naz))

((We all need to break away if only for a few weeks / months))

[Morgeth]

The cleft of Shadows, located in the dirty bowels of Orgrimmar, has become known to harbor those of a certain character; the kind the Horde does not pride itself with having within its ranks. Even in the earliest of mornings, such as this one, it churns with quiet activity. For the wicked know no rest, and neither does the damned, nor the grieving.
A seemingly young warlock, clad in the well-known tabard of the Red blade tribe, makes her way down a desolate path leeding further down into this darkened fray of things best forgotten. There's a certain strain to her step, a hollowness to her already dark gaze, that allows for no questions to be asked. Her way forward becomes an unhindered one, and one can only assume that it is best kept that way. As she turns her step in towards a secluded, little hit, closing the door behind her, a new silence settles over the cleft; one of anticipation.

--

"I found your blood-sister."

A sweeping arm cleared a table for the blackened, orcish skull to be placed in the middle of, as those particular words echoed throughout Morgeth's head. Kozgugore had told her about his hunt, how it had brought him to this supposed insane orc, and how he had witnessed her demise and carried out her last wishes. He had then taken it upon himself to discuss honouring and remembering the dead. She had listened, but nothing could have kept this emptiness from growing inside her heart.
It stared at her, from its empty sockets, this skull belonging to Nazkhur, her sworn blood-sister and closest of friends. Within the depths of her very soul, how tainted it may be, Morgeth knew that she had failed her.

She could still remember those events of the past, that had brought everything together. A death knight, broken free from the pale dog and a mate gone insane, had made her way into the ranks of the Red blade tribe. She would become the first "of her kind" to ever reach the rank of Nag'Ogar, and swore to spend the remaining days of what she could call life in protection of those she respected and saw a future in. To admire such conviction, such honour, is an easy thing to do. But for Morgeth, it had always been more than that. It ranged from teasing Bugor, to advice about younglings and shared experiences. They had shared the vows of sisterhood atop the Oshu'gun during the Kosh'arg of the spring, making it clear that they would wander through this world sharing a special bond, and keeping each other safe.


"Me will count ye as me Sister even beyond death"

Her fingers, twisted by magic, scraped over the wooden surface, reaching out to caress the outlines of her sister's skull. And Morgeth could do little, but feel the grief welling up from the pit of her stomach. It did not feel clean, like the mourning made of pure tears, but rather something wicked - a putrid mess of bile, blood and hatred. The anger in itself felt like fire, something that surged through her veins and gave her a taste - a hint - of what the orcs of Draenor once had consumed. A loss of something so valueable; it taunted her. The warlock's innate thirst for power was provoced, making it all too clear what else she would stand to lose, did she not assume control of things. Because such is the bliss of youth, a lack of control, and the peril of a new adulthood - to try and claim it.
As she shook, in her miserable state - devoid of all power - Morgeth cried. The liquid proof of her weakness drizzled down her cheeks, painting the blackened skull further, streaking its cheeks as well, as the warlock sobbed helplessly.

Ending up on the table herself, the moderately sized orc cradled the skull of her deceased sister within the palms of her hands, whispering hushed little prairs into thin air for none to hear. She remained in this crazed state for quite some time, slicing a wound into her right hand, to be able to paint the forehead of the skull with new patterns, to form a new vow.

"I'll take y'wit' m'to th'end o' th'world, sister. Y'll see w'at I see. An' if t'em ever take anyone else from m', y'll see w'at I'll do - y'll see th'world burn."

Alone but a trickle
In a never-ending flood
But together we be tied
United by our blood

Shared be the words
Visible be our scars
My strength is yours
Sisterhood be ours.

((Sadly not my greatest piece of writing, especially not since it has been so long since I produced anything proper. I wish I could have made Nazkhur some justice, but I might try to make something more along the likes of it some day. This is in the end Morgeth's reaction to hearing about the demise of her beloved blood-sister, and since Morgeth's a warlock, she has her own... special way of dealing with things. She's a bit nutters!))

[Kozgugore]

(( You're a muppet, at usual! That was absolutely fabulous! Nothing un-great about it. Don't think I could've described an orc's grief better in any kind of way. Poor orkbork! ))

[Claws]

 

((Real nice lament Morgeth near brought tear to my eyes)).

[Nazkhur]

The skull of Nazkhur rested neatly in Morgeth's palm. As she finished painting her blood on the skull, the ever familiar frosty glowing blue eyes of Nazkhur appeared in the empty sockets.

The words "Death is never my end." followed inside Morgeth's head. "Beware! Azeroth will die!"

With the warning still ringing in her ears, the eyes vanished from sight once again.

[Nazkhur]

http://defiaseu.wikia.com/wiki/Nazkhur_Iceblood

Nazkhur has found her way to the realm wiki and is still unable to find herself any rest.

[Kozgugore]

Omgasp, it be the Naz! In elf disguise, even! Find yourself a tasty, little orc to settle in to and come join the red side for lovely cookies and milk!