"Fur bluudz uf dum trub'"

[Burgorg]

"If yez wun' suuz mu uguinz rumubur muz ruspcat yuz ull!" Burgorg said for the tribe and then rammed his Bearhead-mask deeper to his face growling taking a ready stance amongst the other Warsong Orcs, explosions and sounds of catapults singing in the background. Warcries echoing, scream and skittering of the nerubians being loud screams of dying were clear. This was.. WAR

Orcs! Today we battle against the nerubians! The bug-like allies of the Lich King our objective is to clean these tunnels from them! Make us proud Victory or Death!
Victory or Death!
LOK'TAR OGAR!

(...)

Hours they have been fighting for hours, the tunnels were small, the tunnels brought sounds of the battle close, you never knew was the enemy behind the wall or above you, as many realised when they met their doom. Many orc murmured in low tone, as they moved in the tunnels carrying their axes and shields tired injured...Weakened..  Burgorg was amongst them. He felt a bit tired, but more hungry he had a tight grip of his "Small axe" what matched the size of many orcs two-hander his shield could hide a grown-up orc behind it. These tunnels reminded him from home. he could move properly tunnel wasn't too narrow. he heard the battles behind him, and above. ...

(...)

The screams made everyone wake up from their toughts of the march they have had not seen the enemy for. minutes? Hours? Days. the pace of time was lost in those tunnels. If the orcs wouldn't been ready now they were when the wall collapsed from their side and swam of small nerubians emerged from their ambush, roars echoed, air smelled to burned flesh sound of crushing bones drilled into every survivors memories as friend died next to a friend, nerubian was crushed one after one. "We must re-group! Re-group!" the "Squad" leader roared and the Orcs answered with a grunt. "Charge we need space!" Nerubians were suprised, some of them were killed. The orcs retreated untilt they hit a solid wall. entering to a small "hall" made of bedrock.  "Dead-end men be ready for your final stance!"
"No! I can move us away here to Orgrimmar! But I canno't take everyone  risk of mass teleportation might make even more casualitiess." A young mage terrified from the happenings clearly spoke a fear in his tone.
"Some of you stay behind then" the Squad leader said. "To secure the escape of the othe-"
"Mu wull styuz yus ull gu, mu bu su hauge dut nu tuk spuce su yuz smull urse gun tulupurt uwuy.." Burgorg spoke looking at the Orcs who blinked.. probably not understanding him until the Squad-leader made a small nod. "Very well. mage teleport us away Rockeater stays behind you try to teleport rest of us!" The mage nod'd and started to cast the spell. "Good luck Burgorg hang on here we come for you! It's a promise of my honor every orc hear this!" all the orcs yelled.
"Huz'ah!" and then they were gone.

Burgorg stood front of the tunnel, looking around grunting he could hear the nerubians from the tunnel. he placed his axe and shield to the ground, opening his bag.pulling out his putting it on and lifting his axe and shield and letting out a bellowing roar.
"Mu num uz Burgorg Rockeater un MU chullungu yuz ull yuz nut puss thus puint untul mu bu dued!ma stump ye ullz! maybe it was what Burgorg said, maybe it was that the Nerubians did not understand him but screeches echoed in the tunnels. some nerubians appearing from the tunnels corner rushing towards Burgorg who moved his legs slightly locking them. "Nun shull puzz." he growled and the first nerubian was allmost cut in half. "Fur bluud uf dem TRIBE!"

(..)
The Nerubian sinkholes were smothering bodies everywhere. a unit of Kor'kon's  Mages and Warsong soldiers marched down to the tunnels like a wind of death killing everything they could, and leading them was Bazuk Strongjaw, the Unit leader who promised to return for the orc. by his honor. He has lost his rank of officer for the price of his promise..
"We marched this way should not be fa-" the silenced as he saw the piles of dead nerubians and a tunnel what was collapsed slightly.
"Clear this way we have a Orc there" he yelled and the work began.

(...)
The last rock was moved away, every nerubian corpse was stabbed to make sure it was dead.
The group of went to a respectull silence in the light of the lanterns they saw a  tattered Red Blade Tabard. ruined armor, shield what was broke in half, axe, broken dull covered in ooze and acid,  and Burgorg who stood still on the spot his legs locked to a stance, his arms ready to attack. even without his weapon or shield. his knuckled were open his bearhad-mask was torn left side of his face was covered in somekind of web and it seemed to smother as in fire. his expression was blank and his eyes stared towards. A Kor'kon moved towards him to see was he awake,  but the moment he stepped over a certain spot he got the huge fist to his face. making him stagger away.

"Fweh.. I knew that orc was Stuborn but hold that hole even when knocked out.." a familiar shaman said shaking his head. "Burgorg! it is over you have won, rest now!" The shaman shouted and Burgorg turned his head slightly and let out a stupid smile and collaped to the ground.his armor was allmost melted on him from the bites of nerubians clawings on his body he had lost a ear.
"Carry him away this act of stupidity or bravery must be reported to the higher ups.. And I am sure his Chieftain hates when I write to him." the Shaman muttered. as the Kro'kon carried the wounded Burgortg away taking his shield, axe and pieces of his mask with them.

..........

To Chieftain Kozgugore and those who would mind, a Red Blade Orc Burgorg Rockeater has brought honor to your colors this day by letting the unit he was assigned to get into safety. I must say you have the most half-brained Orc I have seen under your command, but orc can have a small area of tought but large heart with full of honor.  Burgorg Rockeater has been delivered to Warsong Hold to recover from his injuries his wounds had poison in them but that has been dealt with he has lost his Right ear and left side of his face and eye were tangled to a nerubian web as the shamans and healers made their effort to remove it  As we quarantee we did our best for this Orc. but he no more have his left eye . As a Orc who respect great deeds. I wish to honor your will to send this Orc to serve the Horde, even when he is not the smartest Rock around.

-Seer Barun Earthgrip.

[Gruulg]

awesome burgy, too bad you got all banged up:P

[Mazguul]

(( The 'none shall pass' bit was a fabulous addition, Burgie!

But poor orc! ))

[Claws]

Gandulf has returned again and looks like a Orc.

Nice Yarn Burgorg

[Burgorg]

Haha, Thanks Claws

[Kozgugore]

Seer Earthgrip,

I be not one to doubt the judgement of hard-working orcs out in the field. It be hard to believe that rock-headed crazy has done something to save an entire unit, but no matter how foolish an orc may seem at wits, an iron will and steel discipline will get any orc a long way.

I be in dire need of any orc I can get at the homelands meself. But for the remaining time, I will allow him to serve his time as long as need be. I will call all orcs back when our own time to strike has finally come.

Strength unto the Horde,
Kozgugore Feraleye
Chieftain of the Red Blade tribe


(( Gud ork! Always nice to hear from Burg from time to time. I liked. ))