((In preparation for an upcoming focus, the spirit of a past Chieftain, Mruthgor has returned to warn the tribe of a grave danger, reaching out to tribesorcs in their dreams or in lucid visions. Though nobody is under any compulsion to take part, it would be nice to have people willing to RP that they have had one of these dreams (even in a partial or fragmented manner). Those that have experienced a dream might choose to keep it to themselves, discuss it with fellow tribesorcs or go entirely insane and set things on fire. It's all down to the individual character and RPer!))‘Hark! I come from the mists: the mists of time, of legend, of myth. I come from barren lands of ice and snow, too arduous for any other Clan. A place where the mighty fires of the Greathall... of -my- Greathall burn long into the freezing night. A place where orc and fierce wolf hunt as one in honor of Kraag and Magoth’s accord. A place where orc and wolf become one as a result of my power - the fearsome Varog’Gor.
I return in spirit from the eternal plains to tell the descendants of Clan Redblade of a great evil; one that has gone unknown and unnoticed for too long. Listen now to the words of the Shaman-King, Mruthgor!
In my time as Chieftain of this pack, my natural talent and way with the spirits had brought many boons to my Clan - it was this power that swayed the Clan oracles to end the Line of the Wolfkings.
Yet after decades of spirit-walking a cost had been exacted; my spiritual communion became unfocused and fragmented. I would not allow the source of my power to slip slowly away from me - instead, the oracles pledged their power to mine, each placing some of their power within the Scepter of the Shaman-King. With this sacrifice, much of my former power was restored and I continued to rule Clan Redblade with honor and wisdom.
Following my passing, the scepter was passed from Chieftain to Chieftain - none had the knowledge to unlock its power but it remained an heirloom of past might. Alas, the scepter was lost following the hubris and treachery of Akesh the Poisoner. Its whereabouts remained unknown until now.
I have heard the spirits call out in pain and anger. They curse the scepter, curse the Shaman-King, curse Clan Redblade and all of its descendents. The scepter has emerged in the hands of dark forces who are perverting its original intent to call upon the spirits and shackle them into service. I speak of the descendants of Clan Twilight’s Hammer, but this evil is done in the name of Clan Redblade.
End the suffering. End the dishonor. End this mar on my reputation, and the Shaman-King will reveal long-forgotten knowledge in return.
Haste, I command you!’