Added some clarification to the ranks!
An IC update is pending tonights finale to our three day mini campaign to enlist the help of the Stonetalon Wyverns to fight for the Mok’Nelghor ![:lion:](https://d1bg94bbsh66ji.cloudfront.net/en/wow/images/emoji/twitter/lion.png?v=6" ":lion:")
Soon we will take to the skies and dominate the Alliance like true Dragonmaw, Lok’tar!
Kuura, I hope this letter finds you well. How goes the war effort in Stormsong? Have you seen the half-ogre since? The expedition to the Stonetalon Mountains has been very successful for the Mok’Nelghor, we now have allied with a nest of Wyverns from atop the peaks. Turns out that Wind Rider wasn’t scamming me of a few silver after all…
Now, relax young one. I can already see you scanning the rest of the letter for the details of what happened, they are coming just keep reading! After paying for the Wind Rider’s supper I headed out into Orgrimmar to find me some Dragonmaw who shared my vision of forming a Warband whom would claim the skies again, claim it for the Horde again, bring glory to our clan again…but in a better, more ancient way. Most of them are young, certainly younger than me and are rather lost since the downfall of Zaela and Hellscream. We gathered in the Valley of Honor and set off towards the Stonetalon Mountains on foot, much to the dismay of the younger grunts.
The Goblins have perverted the once beautiful forest of Azshara for their own. Smoke filled our gasping lungs as those vile little creatures tore up the ground with their machines. Perhaps it spurred us all on though, eager to escape the polluted paradise and cross the Southfury into Ashenvale.
We crossed into the forests of Ashenvale, slowing our pace, wary of what the trees might have concealed. We soon found a lone orc warrior, surrounded by Night Elven corpses, she reached out and warned us of more approaching. Forming a perimeter, we withstood the knife ears and their snarling mutts and brought the wounded warrior to a nearby lumber camp run by the noble Warsong Clan. They were willing to provide us with shelter for the night and even an escort the following morning for saving Grakah’s life, I hope to cross paths with them in the future to return the favour.
You see when we departed from the Warsong lumber camp we were escorted by none other than Grakah herself, along with two other outriders, although not fully healed from last night’s events she soldiered on to repay us. We marched through Demonfall Canyon, where the legendary Grom Hellscream saved our people from the Demon’s poison, I would like to bring you there one day. From there we rejoined the forest road and for a time, the forest was quiet…in hindsight, it was too quiet.
We came across a small camp, nothing more than a few tents surrounding a campfire. However all the orcs were slaughtered, and the fire was still burning, suddenly Worgen broke out from the trees and arrows were flying, we were ambushed once again. Experience beat ferocity as I slew two Worgen, one with my bear hands, it was at that moment that Grakah made the ultimate sacrifice to repay us for saving her…and deep down I think, to see her mate once again. We beat them back for a moment, Grakah urged us to flee and that she would slow them down the best that she could. I refused, of course but… When she spoke of her mate it reminded me of your mother…something I could understand, I would not deny her that. We marched as fast as we could, and promised that if we ever came across Warsong again we would sing about Grakah’s sacrifice. We reached an island in the middle of a lake, bearing some old elven ruins and after scouting it out, set up camp for the night, if those knife ears did catch up with us, we would put up a bloody fight.
We woke with our heads intact and resumed our march into the red mountains of Stonetalon. The Wind Rider’s tales were proven true almost immediately as Wyverns greeted us overhead, some even returned of stares! We marched through the valley to reach Windshear Crag, apparently some of the Wind Riders tame the wild ones there from time to time. We felt some tremors beneath the earth as we started the climb up to the peaks however and soon found a Wyvern nest…butchered, its protective mother not far behind. We hurried our pace to the peak to find a brutal battle taking place between some Dark Iron and Wyverns over the nests. We charged the flank of the Wildhammer kin and sent them routing back into their mole machines, but not before one of the Wyverns saved my life. We made our way to the nests to find that some Dark Iron saboteurs had set fire to many of them and had injured the Alpha Male of the nest severely. In an attempt to prove our worth we tracked down some food for the hungry and herbs to try and ease his passing.
We were too late and…he passed away before our very eyes, I…I think he shed a tear. After mourning their leader, the Wyverns tore the Ram apart amongst themselves. After promising vengeance against the Dark Iron butchers, the Matriarch of the nest nudged me to climb atop her back and with that Kuura I found myself in the sky for the first time since the Second War and…it was glorious. To feel the wind in my hair, to smell the clean air amongst the clouds, to peer down on the land like an Eagle…I didn’t realise how much I missed it Kuura. We brought them to Dustwind Cavern to allow them to rebuild their nest, the Mok’Nelghor and the Dustwind Wyvern are now allies, destined for glory.
I hope your reply reaches me soon Daughter,
Aka’magosh,
Kagryn Scalebinder.
Lok’tar ogar bois
The Mok’Nelghor have deployed to the region of Storm Peaks to assist the Horde War Effort and secure some proto-drake eggs for themselves.
Accompanying them are the Wyverns of the Dustwind Nest. Eager to prove their worth, they must battle the cold winds of the north along with the wicked contraptions of the Gnomes!
Tonight, two of our Whelps have earned their Nelghorosh (Dragon’s Heart) and their place in the Warband officially, they have now ascended to the rank of Wyrmstalker!
I trust Rokare Drakebane and Venrok Wyrmcrusher to wear their new necklace with pride and bring honor to the Mok’Nelghor!
To anyone who is wondering what a Nelghorosh actually is, it serves as an identifier for the Mok’Nelghor. It also denotes ones rank and personal achievements within the Warband.
Nelghorosh: https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558304612763959297/608155880776531978/Orc_Dragon_Tooth_Necklace.png
Kagryn you fool, you picked the wrong link!
I prefer that version!
However an alternative Color is also available here: https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558304612763959297/608155035552972810/Orc_Black_Dragon_Tooth_Necklace.png
Both look cool!
I want em’ 
Join us and we will hang one of these bad boys off your neck, only after we kit you out with a Wyvern though 
Maybe some day, if I ever orcify this elf q.q
Will keep a tent warm for you Alyaka the purple skinned orc!
Tonight the Mok’Nelghor is after gaining it’s first Whelp! After crashing an airship and slaying it’s mother, the Dragonmaw definitely earned their first but certainly not the last Proto-drake egg!
Lok’tar! The skies will be ours! 
The skin and flesh parted before the knife with ease, Kagryn rolled back the skin and stuck his blade into the carcass again. It was a decent hunt through the tundra, tracking the Shoveltusk herd from the salt baths across the plains. It had given him some time to reflect on the last few days, to reflect on the fact that after all these years, he once again has a Drake of his own.
His numb fingers felt clumsy as he clutched onto the handle, still not recovering from the fury of the Black Storm that felled the mighty Heldrake from the sky. The little black Proto-drake screeched inpatiently as Kagryn rolled the last of the skin from the Shoveltusk.
Dropping the knife, Kagryn clenched his fist and give his arm a shake, failing to revive his “dead” arm. Scooping up the embedded knife from the engulfing snow, He cuts deep into the bloodied flesh and tossed it up into the air. The Drake’s gaze follows the meat and positions itself under the falling meal, dropping into its mouth. With a happy, upbeat screech it flaps it wings and looks back to Kagryn.
The old features of the orc withdrew as he smiled, cutting into the Shoveltusk once more he threw the meat lower yet farther. The Drake was sent into a frenzy as it raced after the meat, catching it with its jaws it returned to its Master and flapped its wings again. Kagryn cut out yet another chunk and tossed it up into the air, catching it again and looking out over the plains of the Borean Tundra…
“Let’s see how far I can throw…”
Kagryn Scalebinder in the flesh: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597430938137526339/610583897545244743/20-19-12-letn6v8_d.jpg
Man of Fire.
Looks awesome! Been looking for you guys the past few days, but haven’t had the luck of catching one of you lot in-game (yet!). I think Nalkra would fit right in (even though she’s more of an ‘old-school’ Dragonmaw in her ways).
Hopefully till soon!
Hey sorry about that, life has been hectic as of late! We should be online tomorrow evening, although if you wish for some correspondence sooner add me on discord below!
Discord: irishpeacockz#2164
Been busy days, but things should calm down eventually and we certainly want and love to interact with fellow Hordies!