Regorns Voice on the Winds

[Regorn]

Regorn saw the human and felt the wind on his skin and soon he heard the message the wind carried on it
Regorn heard it and set off to walk even more, one way or an other he whould find out if he whould get water, even when the last water is out, he can keep walking for a day whitout problem, then things whould get problematic...

[Regorn]

The land was dark, ashes rained down and smoke was heavy on this day.
Regorn could feel a pain from his head, cleary a sign of that he needs water but the last water is now gone, if he finds no water soon he will have his grave not burn but coverd in ash.
He sat down on the ground, saw his clothe lost there blue color and turned gray from the ash and dirt, it seems the color of his clothe match his mood, first he was calm in Stonard, after that the clothe lost the blue color. Chanse, faith or spirit pointing obviusly things at him, anything whould do as an explenation.
Regorn took his staff and started to dig, the ground was hard but it was possible, incase he whould not find water, he whould have a small pit to die and set himself on fire on, if that was now were the spirits whould guide him.
Then he heard a small roar-like sound, looking up he saw a small black Dragon whelp, cursed spawn of Deathwing, doomed to be death before they were born, then Regorn took his equipment and walked away quickly as he could, when a dragon whealp was out, a Drake was soon to be. Hardly they whould leave the young unprotected.
The whelping did not seem to like him, obviusly and tried to scrach him, Regorn just coverd himself from him but he became more aggresiv, the small whelping whould soon break thrue the small amount of protection his clothe had and make wounds. That moment Regorn turned around and hit the whelp with his staff, the poor things flied away and hit the ground and started to yell for help. Regorn crushed it's neck before it yelled to much. He could not leave it there, the black flight whould just find him then much easier and Regorn is in no conndition to take down a drake so he put it in the hole he made and put the whelp there, covering it in the ground.

"I am sorry little whelp, I can't grant you the peace of Dragonblight..."

Regorn did not care if he had burtaly killed it or saved it from a life of suffering to others, he focus now on finding water and he saw it, in the dirt he have digged up were a small bottle of strangly, water
Regorn looked on this bottle and found nothing strange about it, just common freashwater, then he started to wonder what made him really to notice the bottle, his digging of his grave, or the killing of the poor whelp?

[Regorn]

The Day started out good, Regorn had found the road. It took a number of days that he rather want to forget, now he only need to travel west untill he reach the altar. As he walked over the burning land he notice clouds coming up, a new, small vulcano had been born just a few minuts ago, that was why there were so much aches yesterday, the new vulcano was forcing itself up.
This was a new delay, the vulcano whould fill up the air with smoke and dust, it whould be dangerus to travel and he needed shelter, just when you think you had everything sorted up and were going well, something comes in your way, like allways.
Regorn looked around for something to serve as a shelter, not much however he found. A small rock formation, but that won't protect him from the smoke, a small hole in the ground, he rather not sit in if lava comes floting. Then the ashes really came, Regorn vison got dark, it was like walking in to a snowstorm, you saw nothing infront of you.
Then the wind cames as well, quick wind smaching on to you from diffrent direction, clearly it was bad now, breathing became harder as well, even with a protectiv pieace of cloth on your face. Then Regorn saw someone, an elder orc watching him. Regorn tried to speak to it but the other orc shush him down then pointed at a direction, then he backed away. Regorn started walking in the direction and soon found himself a cave, a dark cold one but it had something even better then shelter in it, a small spring. He could fill up his water supply now, he turned to the cave exist and the orc was there again, he did not speak but he waved goodbye and backed away once again.

After a few minuts and filled up his water Regorn started thinking... who was he? He was dressed in a normal shaman wolf cloth but... Regorn reconised him a bit.
Then he relise who it was, old mentor, old teacher, old guide, old orc  and old friend. Thar'grash Thunderfury
When relisesing it, he ran quickly to the cavren exist to see if he had remained but no, it was only ashes, Regorn was only fooling himself, Tag'Rash was dead, killed by fel flames...

[Regorn]

The ashes have been raining down, it was clear once again. It was hot air but you could be in it at lest. Regorn then started to walk out to the road once again, it could not be long left now to walk but Regorn was thinking deep in his mind, remmber old days. The time before the death of Thar'grash.

Deep in the memory Regorn had, there was a small peroid of memory he liked, after the days of the third war untill the death of Thar'grash Thunderfury, founder of Thunderfury Clan.
Regorn remmberd meeting him, remmber learning from him, remmber fighting with him and remmber his body burn, not by the fire he wanted but from a warlock.
Those old day's of Thunderfury was... a happy time of Regorns life, probly the only time, A Clan made from pure orcs who reacted fel in all forms, Warriors and Shamans of the horde, destiend to hold the shamanistic horde's honor. Regorn was happy then, deep in his memory that he had left he had one time when he was happy. Thunderfury Clan were fithing against demons, alliance and traitors but with the death of Thar'grash, corruption started to spread. The entire pure clan turned around the other way, people left it, tainted or pure.
In the end, only two pure remained in the Clan, Regorn and Olgama. Ahhh... Olgama, she was a fiery Warrior, she did even beat down the Chiftain during a drinking party...bothe in drinks and in a brawl.
But They did what they had to do, Something they had know they had to do in the end. They shatterd what was left of Thunderfury Clans bleeding body and put it to rest.

But it did not end there for Regorn, Olgama joined the other Orcs in war while Regorn was shatterd himself, he put the blame of Thunderfury on himself. Why did he not see the corruption? Why could he not fight it? He was Far Seer Regorn Thunderheart of the Thunderfury Clan! Why could he not see something infront of him?
At last, it was to no help, he whould never learn why, but the ideal of Thar'grash was deep inside Regorn, deep inside the memory he had left...



((This was a tribute to my old RP guild Thunderfury Clan, I was spiritual leader and third in command, the guild fell appart do to in-activity shortly after the 2 leaders stopped playing, I was not ready to become a guild leader and the guild died (thus Regorn blames himself for the fall of Thunderfury), Olgama and Thar'grash was memmbers of the Clan))

[Regorn]

So the morning came, The Sun begun to shine and Regorn watched the altar of Storms

This place is very tainted and dangerus
So far there have been many cultis around so far, Regorn does not know what he is to do here, Then he gained a vison from the Spirits
This vison was not of a place, or a target were he needed to go, but he saw a Vison of the things that will happen, His old roots of Far Seer.

The Vison started out dark, smoke and dust, Then he heard something, a man, coughing in the smoke. The smoke cleared away and he saw himself as an orc but... in cultis cloths. He looked up and saw himself reading a blow with his bare first and started hitting the orc. After a while, the vison vanish. Regorn knew why he was here now. He have come here to kill someone, out of pure rage.

He was not found of this, Regorn did not like fithing with pure rage but this was going to happen, if he tried to stop it or not but the vison did not say who it was, or when. It was clear it was still here in the burning lands but it did not give away any mark. Typical for a vison.

Regorn looked around and saw a group of young cultis, of diffrent races following an older Cultis, clearly they were students. Regorn thought to himself, what if he could convinse thise young souls to not take up the life of fel? it could save them or save others from them. He followed, slowly, hoping he whould not be seen. The group suddently turned away from the other cultis, that was going to make it easier to follow them, they walked toward an altar and a ritual spot. Seemingly a place were they could... "study"...

Then Regorn saw his chanse, the older Cultis, and Orc was a bit behind the student, this was his chanse to kill him. Regorn made himself ready and just as he was about to strike out, a voice was heard screaming

"Look out Master!"

The Orc Cultis turned around and called flames up to strike Regorn, Regorn had barly anytime to react, his arm got a light burn and Fall down, the older orc orderd students to quickly hold Regorn down and picked up his Knife. Regorn was hold down by the younglings and the Orc raised his knife...

[Regorn]

The cultis orc hold his dagger high, he was about to strike, a hit to his heart whould mean the death to Regorn.
The Sky quickly closed, and down the Thunder came
A great shock to all around him, they flied off sevral meter. Regorn quickly picked up his staff and run over to the Elder Orc and hit him, then set flames on his head, the screams were loud, from the orc and his students. Regorn was enraged, raged by the fact the younglings willingly traded there souls and other peopls souls for empty power. He throwed his staff on one of the five students, he died right away. Then he called down thunder once again and striked down two others, he took earth from the ground and made it to lava and throwed it on the fourth. Then only one remained, a young orc, trying to hide in the shadows of the smoke, but the smoke cleared away. Regorn walked up to him.
Even if he saw the youngling as he begged for his life, he started hitting him, he keept hitting him untill his face was complete ruined, Then regorn droped him down.
The vison was true, as foretold, it does not mater what he does, it allways comes true. No mater what he does.

This Regorn did not plan to keep as a nightmere inside him. Regorn called on the winds to share the vison he saw, of what he just did. If the tribe memmbers finds it dishonorble, then they will at lest know of his dishonor.

"I call on the winds, please, show those I call brothers and sisters of the packt what I have done, let them judge me. No one else is fit to do so..."

[Regorn]

Regorn woken up from an other nightmere, no mater what he does, they just keep coming back

Regorn just wanted to get away from the burning lands, just, away. He started going toward blackrock, if he can get to Badlands, he could ride a wyren far away at lest. He did not care were, just somewere, not here. Hopefully blackrock had not change in the shattering but maybe some patrolls whould be encounterd. Regorn readies himself and started walking away, at lest when he hits Searing Gorge he will know the way, unless there is a giant hole in the ground that is.

He should leave anyway, the cultis will find the bodies soon probly and beging to look for him, Regorn was tierd, tierd of all the nightmeres, of all the killing, of all corruption seeping by as he walks

He is just tierd of it all...

[Regorn]

Regorn had cleard out of Black Rock mounten, he remmbers the days of the old horde when he was here to fight, but he does not want to remmber that, he wants to remmber, what did go wrong at the Thunderfury clan?

While walking, Regorn day-dreamed, dreamed memories of the old time he had, he remmberd Thar'grash. Olgama, The Wise one, Zurdon, Gorokk and many others...
It all started when he meet Olgama, she told him of a place he could call home, and so he did. Thar'grash was the founder but passed leadership to the Wise one, a truly wise leader but strong. Regorn allways wonderd what his name really was but Thar'grash teach Regorn that it was not important, names have no meaning. After some time of glory for the clan, Thar'grash died away...
You could allmost smell the corruption but Regorn did not see it, all around him it was, but he could not see it. The Wise One was later found dead, Gorokk claimed he died in the cold north of Northrend, but it made little sence, why whould he go alone? he had a Clan behind him. Everyone knew it was something with Gorokk, he embraced Grommash old ways... of Killing.
We became blood thirsty in the clan, we fougth and fougth but then Regorn had enoguth of it and confronted Gorokk
It was the last thing he did, Regorn died that day for the first time. Regorn could hold Gorokk off, but no way he could ever hope to defeat him, he was just to Powerfull.
When the rest of the Clan had left his dying body he returned to this world, the Spirits judged him not ready for the Sprit world and returned his sprit to the world of mortals. Regorn wished they had not. He still had some followers when he returned to the clan, he confronted him again but this time with aid.
Gorokk fleed but corrption was still there, you could allmost smell the demons, who whould have done this? we had no warlocks, we forbid all connection with Fel. In the end, there was no leader, the Clan turned on itself and only two pure remained, they shatterd what was left of Thunderfury Clan. It's tormented decay was put to an end.

So why did not Regorn see the corrpution? and who did it? He had seen glimps of the future, event that happen before and after. Seen across entire lands but yet, something infront of him remained in darkness.

but now it's time to stop day dreaming, the Badlands awaits, there he can re-supply and catch a Wyren to far away, Regorn it tierd of the burning lands...

"Wait... was there not a large piller here before?"

[Regorn]

Regorn walked up toward the once pround piller of Badlands, it was broken, destoryed and torn from the earth itself. Clearly, Deathwing had passed here in his fullest might and scared the land.
The earthwarder was truly gone, the earth was in pain and torment, it whould take ages before the land whould recover. Nothing you could do whould seem to speed the healing process up, only pain awaited here for the earth.
Regorn desided to walk pass the new alliance based close to the piller and remain close to the scar, there he could aquire water from the Horde base close by he had seen and help the land heal. He saw across the land, badlands was changed from the beggining to the end. Nothing anyone whould do whould be notice when it comes to healing this land, to bad Regorn did not care.
Regorn watched to his side and an other orc stood, not really there but still was.

"You allways took the hard path Regorn, do you enjoy it?"
"Why whould you care? I do something at lest and I get something done"
"Indeed you do, but you barly see it, is it really worth the time and efforts?"
"I don't care"
And so, the orc next to him vanish like the wind that passed away the dust.
"Very funny Thar'grash, very funny..."

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Dawn was coming and the camp was build and done, nothing was bad so far, no alliance had come, no wild beast or crazy earth elementals, the fire was warming, Regorn was down on the ground and was thinking
"Let me presume, something is about to happen and it will take me some efforts to fix it now?"
"Why do you think that?"
"It allways happens, it's never calm like this"
"Well, if you say so, but I whould look behind you, there is an earth elemental coming this way"
Regorn got himself up quick and looked behind him, he saw nothing in the dark, he looked harder and did not see anything. Then he heard something, rumling and grinding stones, sevral Earth elementals came up to his camp, they raged and started hitting everything close to them.

"You said one Earth elemental, this is three"
"You said it was allways something that happening"
"Oh I see teacher"
"stop callling me that, you are no longer a student"
"and you will allways be a teacher"

Regorn made himself ready, throwed his staff at one of the earth elementals that impaled it, Regorn ran up to it and pulled his staff out while filling the inside of the elemental with fire, the heat made it crumble. The other earth elemental saw it's time and struck Regorn on his back, Regorn then smiled and just answerd: "Oh thank you, that fixed my back!". He turned around quickly and slamed the elementals arm off while he frost blasted the second one, the elemental looked confused over it's broken arm before started charging toward Regorn. Regorn only readied himself for the impact and got hit by the elemental, they bothe then started a brawl like fight. Regorn finished him off by hitting his head with his staff. Regorn turned toward the last earth elemental and saw it, trying to move fast dispite it being frozen. He summoned lighting and fierd it off at the elemental and it crumbeld as the other two.

"You know, I think I never stop figthing"
"If you say so, it is you who speak now"
"You never give up do you?"
"well, you can't beat me up, so why whould I not?"

Regorn started laugthing next to nothing as the night came

[Regorn]

So an other day begun at the blasted lands, the land was no diffrent, it have never changed sence Deathwing had came pass. Regorn sat on the ground after an other sleepless night. He watched the land, no mater what time he took up to help it nothing changed about it. As he watched the lands, someone was coming closer. Someone who Regorn knew, yet he did not. Someone he had harm, yet he had not.
After a while Regorn heard that there was indeed someone who was coming closer, sound of metal scraping on the earth and other pieces of metals could be heard. Regorn turned around and saw it, it was a Draenei, a female one dressed in armor of war. She rushed toward him holding a sword high. Regorn knew it was clear, apprently some alliance from the camp had notice him after the few days. As she got closer Regorn simply, moved away from her path, considering her speed, she could not turn that easly in combat. She run pass him, stopped and this time, took a slower approch. Regorn took up his defens, he could not run anymore.
She made the first strike attack, hitting Regorns arm lossly, but thanks to the small leather armor he had the damage was not great. He reacted quickly, striking her face. The head armor was knocked off and Regorn saw her face.
"It can't be... I... I Killed you... Ages ago..."
"And now you will die for what you did!" she yelled back, speaking in Orcish strangly.
They keept figthing but Regorn did never any offensiv attacks, he only tried to doge and block her attacks, She attacked like a frenzy, a bersek on rage. She attacked hard and quick but not with great aim. Regorn took a few hit's now and again but nothing seriusly, it was a deadlock.
Regorn: "How did you survive? It was nothing left of you!"
Drenai: "Why do you care? it's allways about you!"
R: "What do you mean, and how you speak orcish?"
D: "So now finnaly after all those years it's not about you!? Have you finnaly stoped looking in the mirror!?"
R: "I don't... understand, what is this? Is this payment for my crimes child?"
D: "There is no payment! Only War!"
Regorn was lost in thougth, not about him? not payment? This is war? How did she even surive the massacre of Shatta?
D: "Fight back! You are at War!"
R: "I can't take up arms against you! Not after what I have done!"
D: "You don't get it! It's not about you, it's War!"
It feelt like time had slowed down for Regorn, he understood what he had to do. The drenai was right, ,it was never all about him. It was time to stop looking in the mirror, time to turn around and see what is really infront of him.
Regorn took his staff, swinged it rudly around and it bursted in flames, he swinged it then and slamed it in to the drenais body, The blast and the heat knocked away some of her crudly plased chest armor. Regorn shaked away the flames and impailed her. The fight was over, she was dead and Regorn had killed his past. Regorn pulled out his staff out of her now lifeless body
R: "Thank you, it's no longer about it"
Regorn turned around and heard a strong wind who came, he quickly turned around and saw the drenai's body vanish in the wind.
D: "You had no crimes to pay for, it was war."
Regorn could feel a smile coming up on his face but he could not show it but deep down, his burden feelt a little easier.

"You had something to do with this, did you not teacher?"
"Oh... I might have pulled a few strings around..."

Regorn watched the lands again, suddently... it did not look that grim

"...and stop calling me teacher before I give you a blasting headache"
"You know, I can't do that"

Regorn saw the wind who carrierd away his past, he grasped an other wind, and asked the spirits to carry this wind to his tribes men, just a small sentence.
"Were am I needed the most?"
Regorn let his voice travel on the wind, he felt good, for the first time in many years and wanted to stay that way for some time at lest.

((Now is a part were you can interact with me, tell me were I am needed the most and I will go there and help, just answer bellow on the winds, if you are no shaman, have a shaman to help you if you want to interact))

[Regorn]

And so the morning rise once again, Regorn have had enougth with this land, everytime he did not look some crazy earthen came up and needed tendering. It was time to move on even if the land here reminded him some of Durotar.... expect that big blasted scar that he had been camping next to.
It had been very calm, nightmere were still there, some nights they were very short but still there, they ain't leaving that easly. As well there had been no vison of any kind, but it feelt like it was time to move on.
As soon as Regorn had packed everything up he stood up and he just freeze, he had never done anything without orders. Just an order of anything, the Warchife, the chiftain, the spirit, Anything. Regorn stood still and were just lost, he had no idea what he was to do, he had no experience in command, not even of himself. Were whould he go? why whould he go?

To the north was the peak of Khas Modan, south was nothing but a stone wall, not to speak about the alliance camp. West was more of the burning lands but as well the Horde base But Regorn did not know were to go.

Go there? or there? but why? what was the diffrence?
Regorn notice something he never notice in his life, he is a slave to commands, and sevral commanders hold him. Probly the major reson he was pritty "hostile" to the chiftain time to time, his orders did not aggre with the spirits.
Regorn stood there and thought a while, was he not happy as this?

In the end he nod his head, he was happy as a slave, he whould live his life out as a slave and he whould have only one wish in the end, that one wish was his and no one elses. But again, when he reach his end of days he will see if his wish will become true.

Regorn took his turn and started walking toward the horde base, as a slave he needs a master and he will find one.

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After a while he reached the Horde base, he could sell some few regents he aquierd from the earth and buy himself a few new supplies and a ride on the wyren, he was going back to Kalimdor, he did not care if the Orcs of the Red Blade was still there, he whould get there and look for a master, the spirits, a general, a small pond of water, anything...

...maybe a letter from Kozgugore telling him to shut up about warlocks?

[Regorn]

Regorn steped off at the Sky Tower, he saw that Ogrimmar had changed last time he was there, but he still did not trust the Goblin enginnering when it comes to thing that flies or... basicly do anything at all. But when you must you must, as when you travel a Zepplin.
He looked around Ogrimmar, he walked around the parts of it that had changed and walked in to a bar, he hopped to see if he could hear someone bring tales of the Red Blade. He sat down and desided to stay for a few days in Ogrimmar, he had no master at this time so he could just as well rest... Untill he find someone or the Spirit desides to shake him up again.

T: So... what you hope to do here?

R: What you think? rest maybe?

T: You? Rest? my, my, I did not expect that

R: Do you expect anything? One more of thise Ales Barkeep

Barkeep: No, you talk to ghosts, enought for you now

T: oh, he have no idea have he not?

R: I wonder sometimes if I should have stated as a mindless warrior sometimes...

T: And leave me with no fun?

Some orcs could be heard a few tabels away, talking about that Orc in Blue was a crazy drunk, before they bursted out in laugther
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OOC:
I am wondering if the interact part of this story will be working, You think it's a good idea to keep at it?
btw, if you see me in Ogrimmar, wave (I am really not there in game, just in RP, sitting at the bar, talking to Tag'rash)

[Regorn]

So the evening falled once again, Regorn had not moved from his spot at the Bar, but he managed to convince the Barkeep to let him drink even if he was talking to ghosts. It had been very calm, never gone out of the bar exepect to sleep and yet no bar fights had happen.

R: Uhh... drinking and drinking... I just can't stop it now... and I bloody like it on top of that

T: You are only dreaming ain't you?

R: You should know if I am, why don't you go off to the astreal plane and ask the Spirit for something for me to do?

Thar'grash sighted and left, Regorn notice that some people were looking at him. Regorn finished his drink and payed for himself before leaving. When he had walked out, he notice he was really, really Drunk
"Bloody Grom's Finger, I have not been this... drunk sence the time I was out parting with Thunderfuy, umm... what did we do then? Yes Yea yes! We had just won a fight against a demon! That was it..."
Regorn walked over the street, boncing back and fourth, wondering were the Inn he was staying at was. After sometime he had found it and managed to crawl himself to a bed (with some help from the Innkeeper).
One thing with drunken dreams, they are very strange, or, you remmber things you don't really want.
He remmberd the Thunderfury Clan and when they were fighting demons, they killed and killed more and more of them, but for demons it does not mater. It must have been during one of their many demon fights the Clan got tained with the foul fel. When they had started to fight demons in large times, the Clan was slowly falling appart.

Regorn awoke the next morning with a thundering hangover
"By Thunder and Lighting, I got to stop drinking... that or find an amnesia potion..."
Regorn got himself up and walked outside, he whould not find some master here expect the ale. He had heard about Deathwing bursting the Barren in two parts with a great Rift, he could maybe go there. Maybe the Elements was raging there as well?
Better then nothing...

...right after one more ale

[Regorn]

Regorn began to walk out of Ogrimmar, a bit dizzy and trying to hold his balance, clearly, drinking before walking was not a good idea. Then again, who cared?
After walking a good bit, he notice that Durotar was indeed very diffrent, this was clearly not the same Durotar he left behind. Regorn keept walking, maybe when he comes to the barren he might get some work to do, it's better then nothing

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After two days of working, he notice it was soon time for Kosh'harg, it was infact, tomorow. That ment that none of the Red Blade were going to be at the barren and Regorn could hurry pass the Crossroads and stop at Camp Taurajo, it was just to start walking

...right after just one more ale

[Regorn]

Regorn had just passed the great scar, it was indeed the mark Deathwing left for the Horde. It was clear that he had left the northen barren, hoppfully, no Red Blade have seen his passing.
But You can't be sure of that, the Red Blade do got good scouts, if they had notice Regorn passing by the barren, the chiftain whould know and Regorn whould be clueless about it.
Whould he be welcomed back once he returns? He left the tribe whitout so much of a word to go, but who is Regorn to question the will of the chiftain? He is the one that desides all that happens, he have earned his right to be in that position. But Regorn wonderd how much Dishonor he whould have brougth on himself by this time, but that he will learn once he returns.

Apprently, there is no camp Taurajo as well, seems the walk was for nothing, just to keep walking then.

Regorn was thinking some, he had crossed the Nothren Barren, he can't walk thrue it again, the Red Blade whould notice him, he won't have the side of distraction as the Kosh'harg is finished. So, were does he go now? More south was the Thousand needels, and even more south is more desert. Maybe he should visit the desolate? He had heard about travels telling about a change it the wastelands at the bar. Or, he could travel to.... more desert
Desolate it is then...