Red Letter Day

[Drevan]

This letter, simply addressed to The Orcs of the Red Blade, looks like it has travelled some distance. It’s tatty, ripped in places, and it looks like it was written in stages. With different inks of various colour and fade across it’s contents.

Brothers and Sisters.

I don’t expect you to remember me, or in-fact care much for the contents of this letter. My name is Sakareth. Years ago, I served under Kad, Overlord of the Red Blades. I was soon to be inducted into the Ranks of the Red Guard. Fate had other ideas, and I was slain on battle, only to be revived and enslaved by the Lich King. We may have met briefly after my escape from the control of the Lich King and many kindly welcomed me back into the Ranks of the Red Blades.

Adjusting back to the life I previously led was hard. Prejudice and mistrust was garnered at every direction. I spoke heavily with an Orc called Claws who suggested I needed to “re-find” myself. I took her advice and set out on a journey of re-discovery.

I feel I have completed this and am ready to serve again.

I have no family. No mate. Not even a friend. I have nothing but the contents of my pack and the unwavering desire to earn respect. I wish to pledge my life again to the Tribe, and even though the Red Guard are no more, should you have me, I kindly ask for your guidance is being all I can possibly be, and perhaps once again, lay down my life for the Tribe.

Respect and Honour.

Sakareth.


((Call this my IC return!))

[Gnash]

Dun dun dun!

[Kozgugore]

(( Consider this an official welcome back then! Nice to see those old names again. )0

Aye, we'll kick some use into that old rot. See what he got left to prove to us!

[Claws]

Good ta hear from ya again.
The Blades in ya blood ya can walk for many moons but ya always walk back.
Not many old ones still walking the lands now.
So many young ones wanting ta make names for their selves and look on the older wiser ones as ranter's.