Grogona Marshfang.

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Grogona took the furs with her, outside the balcony peering out over the still busy at night, camp. She sighed deeply and let the thoughts and memoeries flow recklessly, ripping through her mind, almost painfully so. She sobbed quietly and very briefly. She looked down at the scar she was given in the kun-lai mountains.. "I miss ye', my dear loved sister.."

(( Thesse stories does contain other player's characters, and the owners of mentioned characters, if there is something that didn't go according to what you believed what happened, or something you wish me to correct, just say so! And i will do so as quickly as i can. Enjoy the read! I certainly enjoyed using just about a work day writing most of it! More to come of course. But for now, my fingers need a well deserved break. ))

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Joining the tribe!

The boat rammed against the shore, almost ripping her off her feet as she lost her balance briefly. She snorted snarling at the row-orc, who peered up at her with confused eyes. The cold merciless sand met her naked feet as she landed on shore, peering around. "Wha' hav' i gotten me'self inter now, hm? Bloody stupid git, ye'v' done it again.." She sighed at herself, grunting picking up her only possesion that of a smithing hammer and made her way into the lonely cold forest. She didn't have to search for long before she found the tribe, sitting in shelter from the similar taurenish race, the Taunka. She wasn't lucky with the first she met, her eyes studied the two grumbeling and drinking orcs, Mozrogg doomhowl and Grek'thar Earthstorm. She was soon confronted by no other than Chieftain Feraleye, and her interview began.

The orc studied her carefully before letting out an unintrested grunt, he asked question upon question, backed by a female orc, she later found to be Morgeth. Grogona didn't know why, but the two together, made her legs tremble with fear, even to the point where she started stuttering. In her mind of course she was insulting them fiercely and bravely, but suddenly their thoughts joined hers and she was given a glare.

The small rock flyed towards the tree, falling to the ground after Grogona kicked it, grumbeling, what would she need to do to gain respect, she needed a tutor, get tasks and quickly. But she had no skills other than being an above average smith. She grumbeled again and another rock hit the tree. "Morgeth" she shouted almost to the point of waking the others, fortunately she didn't. "The mate o' the chieftain, tha' woul' mak' sur' ter turn som' heads!" She spoke abit more hushed, nodding determinded to herself.

The next day, she didn't hold back the question and asked the fierce black haired she-orc, and to her surprise she accepted. It seemed almost to happen in a day before she was accepted by the tribe, helped free Sadok from the scourge and began her blademaster training under Krogon.

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Blood and discipline, training from Krogon, isn't for the weak hearted.

// Reserved for Blademaster training, will take some time obviousely, gotta pay you back for the amazing roleplay you made for me! <3 \\

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Clashing of shield and dagger:

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The sparks rushed off the clashing sword and dagger, as Rargnasha -masterfully- parried the dagger, dirt being ripped from the ground as both orcs put a foot back to secure a foothold. The sweat dropped down from her face, he noticed the excited glare in Grogona's blue eyes, as she appeared to be laughing? Not a split second later, way faster than he could manage to react, she lunged her dagger under his armor, striking him across the chest, he felt his warm blood mix with his plates and sweat.
He snarled, letting out a fierce roar, slamming the small she-orc aside with a single swipe of his shield, but she was too quick, getting on her feet before the dirt hit the ground again. She sat ready on the ground, one arm raises, the other in the ground and her legs spread and muscles tense. She snarled setting off towards her foe!
The orc assesed her, snarling with a grin: "You bloody sneaks! Come here you!" The orc rushed after her, looking like a mountain with legs, he slashed into her arm, cutting deep but it didn't seem to slow the she-orc down. She stepped to the side, blood from the new wound splashing out over the dirt, she took another to reveal his weak spots, and lunged her daggers again, striking him in his right shoulder.
Before he could manage to turn, the sharp pain appeared in his shoulder. He responded with an elbow to the face. "Ye' gotta do more damage than that, young new blood!" He grinned watching the she-orc on the dusty ground, wriggeling around in pain with her bleeding nose, she snarled jumping up to her feet. The two lost their smirks, valueing their foe, leaping towards eachother, joining in a clash of blades!

They fought for what seemed an hour, running in circles, putting up defenses, finding weaknesses, but eventually she stabbed him just the right place and forced him into a kneel.
The two orcs, covered in sweat and blood panted heavily, staring eachother down, she snarled, grabbing her arm. Perhaps he cut her abit too deep.
The dead silence was soon broken by the cheers of the tribe, and the chieftain rubbing his face, seemingly very surprised. "The winner is Grogona!" The goblin shouted into the noisy crowd. Rargnasha got to his feet, with a swift movement and toke off his plated helmet, Grogona bended in her knees like a tiger about to leap.
Soon she relaxed, noticing his wide laughing smirk, to which he continued: "Well, well! It seems i need to sharpen your daggers, -Grogona-". The remark was replied with a smirk. She had gained a Rrosh'tuls respect, more than she perhaps knew.

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The oath of blood:

The cheers and chattering orcs and she-orcs was silence by one sentence uttered by Feraleye, starring the two new bloods that stepped to the center of the "Circle", they looked nervouse at first before elbowing eachother at the notice of a brief smirk given by their respected Chieftain.
"You two have proved yourselfs, beyound worthy of this oath. So Grogona. Will you bind the blood with the tribe and join together with us, running in a pack?" The chieftain turned the knife in his hand, handing the hilt to the she-orc, whom grabbed it eagerly. Feraleye studied her, nodding confirmingly. "Then spill the blood, Grogona".
The pain was sharp and warm. The blood trickeld from the wound, falling onto the fire, vaporising into a blood red steam, suddenly the warmth welcome rushed through-out her, she felt the orcs and she-orcs. She was connected to their ancestors and them theirs, for just a brief moment she felt Nirvana, the joy rushing through her as she joined her new family.
The knife was passed to Mozrogg followed by a crowd going wild, cheering for their two new brother and sister in arms! "Then join with your brothers and sisters, Mozrogg and Grogona. He nodded at them, smirking briefly followed by a grunt as he said the rest of the meetings announcements.

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Marshfang:

The village was crowded, an Om'riggor was an exciting thing to watch, and orc from every hut and fire place dropped whatever they were doing to come watch the new brave hunters, about to set out on their hunt. Grogona was amongst the warriors who had stepped up to prove herself, she had been given a rumour of dragons to the north in the sharp mountains, hoping to get a gloriouse title like the dragon slayer! She giggled at the thought. What exciting new thing this was, never had she heard much about her orcish culture, and anything was interesting and new. She stood tall as the Chieftain approached them, obviousely wanting to impressed him! But he only glanced her briefly, as all the other orcs who had stepped up.

"The rite of the hunt.. Also called the Om'riggor. It used to be a ritual of adulthood, completing it would mean you would be allowed to join the council of what clan you were in. But today, its different, today it is a way for the orcs of the red blade, to prove themselfs. By doing so, you will be given a name, fitting the beast you've taken down.

Grogona listened intently to every word, nodding carefully as he finished, she took a step forwards followed by the others, who seemed equally eager to get this rite started. The chieftain starred them down, assesing them. He nodded firmly, followed by a grunt. "You will be allowed no armor from the waist up, except for whatever parts you want to cover. And -one- weapon" The orcs agreed, and nodded eagerly. "You will be allowed until the sun lands on the mountains, if you haven't returned until then, you have failed" The orcs nodded once again, before they were allowed to leave.

Grogona took off her armor above the waist as told, she felt abit exposed at first, quite a few of the males starring at her with their jaws dropped. She snorted, covering herself with an arm, before she ran off towards the northern mountains, also refered to as the egde of the blade. It didn't take her long to reach the border between Nagrand and Zangarmarsh. The sun was still at the middle of the sky, she had at least a good four hours left until she to return.

The water was fresh and cold, just what she needed to sate her thirst, but she couldn't get at ease, there was something following her, what it was, was beyound her. She decieded she was ready to move again, setting off towards north again, the spiked mountains was in the horizon. As she ran by the road, a mushroom twice as tall as her, stood in the way of the road. She thought it odd, but didn't think much about it. The second she passed it, the mushroom unfolded, showing off a viciouse seven rows of sharp teeth, they slammed down on her, piercing her skin, ripping in her flesh and bone. She thought she had met her end.

The beast dropped her down onto the ground, hovering as high as it could, letting out a roar filled with dominance and pride, letting the marshes know it had taken another victim. Grogona could feel her warm blood making a thin bed on the road she layed mangled on, the poison already surging through her, but it was now or die. She drew her axe, and starred at the beast, it was still boasting? She wasn't even dead yet. She closed her eyes, fighting off death inside her as she was waiting for the moment where the beast would come back from its boast to feed. And the moment didn't come a second too soon. The beast lowered over her, snarling and spreading its wings, vibrating with hunger. She could smell the beast, lowering down over her, its poison dropping down on her mangled chest.

The foul breath almost made her gag, but she had to endure it, if she wished to see another sun, she tightend her grib around her dagger, to the point where her nails dug into her palm. The beasts mouth was now fully openned, leaning down over her even further, she tensed her muscles, and lungeg forward into the beast, its dark red blue oozed out in a river of gore. It snarled out in a mix of rage and pain, slamming its seven rows of pain into her arm, she let out an equally loud roar of pain, now stabbing it continuesly until it let go of her. She snarled, panting, at first just kicking the beast away from her, should it still be alive, she'd want to be no where near its teeth.

She layed out flat, resting for just a brief moment before snarling, and thought to herself. "Do ye' wanna be the orc tha' slayed a marsh-ray an' then jus' died from its poison? GET UP!!" She snorted at herself, most of all she just wanted the pain to take her and be done with it, but on the otherhand, it'd be a shame ter end her days in a puddle of mud and marsh-ray blood. She got to her feet, the pain surging and ripping through her body, the poison had already made her right arm numb, but she wouldn't stop here.

The road was much longer than she expected it, but then again when your at the egde of life and hauling a beast three times your own weight, things tend to seem hopeless. She continued, and keept pouring water over her wound, to keep it fresh. If the wound were to close, the poison would be stuck in her, no, she needed her blood to keep flowing. As she entered the camp, two grunts rushed to her side to aid, but she wafted them aside, it was her Om'riggor, and she couldn't be helped.

Grek'thar made quick work of her wounds, as it probably seemed to him, however for Grogona it seemed to take hours, each tooth still stuck in her shoulder, into the bone, each of them a viciouse terrible pain, not to speak about the poison. Soon the poison numbed her shoulders and the rest of the mending was painless. Everything was a blur, noises either very loud or very silent, orcs shaped like gronns and rats speeding over the roads, shapped like kodos.

The words the chieftain uttered was a blur, but she was proud nontheless, her new name.. Marshfang, it took her some time getting used to, but she was proud. Grogona Marshfang, a name they would remeber, and she'd make sure they would.

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Becoming the blade:

The steps were easy to take, compared to the many she had needed to take in her training. As they walked the road towards the mountain, she felt the training refreshing, through-out her mind, remembering each lesson more clearly than ever.
She felt her palm the burned scar, peering at it. She remembered the burn she got, and why. It was gonna be a pain amongst many other.
As they reached the foot of the mountain, she remembered when she almost fell off the cliff side of Thunder bluff, barely saved by Krogon, the punishment for her failure however, made her wish she would've just fallen a thousand times over.
As they made their way past the first hill, she remembered the many countless spars the two had, being forced into the ground time upon time, and each time a wise lesson learned and another trick. It took countless fights, before she finally made him bite the dust. She grumbled to herself: "I still believe tha' was som' sort o' lesson as well", the old orc flashed a smirk over his shoulder, perhaps it was.

They made their way across the second hill, almost there. She remembered, the burning pain in her legs, she counted in her head. "343, 344, 345, 346.." The hole she had dug in the highlands was almost nearing the point where she had to crawl up each time and every time she would meet the eyes of her master, kicking her into the hole again. "347, 348, 349.." She grinned to herself.

They made their way past the second last hill, she remembered a task she was given, nothing compared to her last trial, but still terrible enough to leave a burning mark in her soul.
The cave ahead of them was dark and fugtive, but the old orc insisted, she shrugged and drank the poison. The old orc looked in awe before covering his face with his palm.. "You weren't supposed to drink it all.." She managed to notice his tired sigh before everything went black.

The cave seemed normal at first before she reached to rub her eyes, she noticed she was chained. And the moment she noticed, the horrors unfolded. The totured screams of her friends echoed through-out the cave, the cave walls becoming living corpses trying to grab her. Each step through out the cave seemed to be more terrifying, and when she made her way out, she gasped for air.
She smirked at the memory, a brief shudder rushing through her. They finally made it to the top, and the last trial met her eyes, the burning eyes, its burning plates, its wings full of death, staring into her soul, burning it, scorching it. She closed her eyes, the pain.. that pushed the blademasters forward, she thought assuringly to herself.

Krogon starred her down, studying her, some final doubts disappearing on his features, or perhaps just hidden. She ritual began, the rites were announced. The old orc, picked up the bundle her had brought, he handed it over, nodding firmly, thus ending the ritual.

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// Reserved for three short ones, put into one! 7,8 and 9 on the wiki, for reference. \\

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Keishara

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Keishara Swiftarrow

Grogona smiled warmly at the orc she had gotten to know, but she seemed more sincer this cold night, studying Grogona, valueing. As if considering something. She took a spit, pieces of meat on row besides eachother, some blackended but most seemed had gotten -just- enough. The meat tasted like heaven, and the she-orc couldn't help but to drool slightly and let out some joyful nomming sounds as she eat the meat.
Keishara stared at her, grining. It was her who had prepared her the food, why? Keishara had been through more than an orc should've been through, if only the orc knew what lied ahead of her. Grogona brushed her hair behind her ears, smirking at her: Arigh' arigh', wha' in the spirits name did i do ter deserve this, Swiftarrow? She let out an amused snort, eying the she-orc, sitting besides her by the warmth of the fire. She snicker, also brushing her hair behind her ears, smiling softly at her.

Later that night, Keishara confronted her. Her eyes teared and wet as she let out every thought she had about Grogona. Grogona herself just stood there for a good while, as the she-orc went on, reminding her about all the things the two had been through, the many times they had hunted and fought together.
Finally did she take her knife, slicing her palm and looked more seriouse now.

"We have been through fire and water, Marshfang. And i hope to walk through the double with you, by my side, as my sister."

Grogona seemed shocked, but only for a split second before she grabbed the knife, slicing her hand watching the blood trickle forth.

"I trust you with my life, Swiftarrow. I will gladly walk to the gates of evil with you, back and forth a million times, my dear sister."

The warm blood joined with hers, until they finally hugged eachother tightly, joined in sisterhood.