[H-RP] Orcs of the Red Blade – Now Old Enough to Drive and Vote!

...If it was Elune.

Honestly, We're all pretty baffled. Which just adds to the ongoing mysteries!

Where's a detective when you need one?
What Okiba said! We need a detective, and we need it now! Too many pieces in this puzzle, I need an easier difficulty one D:
We also need to stock up on more Bacon.

...This tribe eats through more pigs than a slaughter house.
Another day, another exciting event coming right up! What challenges will await the orcs on the road to the homelands? Who knows! (I do)
02/12/2017 21:28Posted by Noshmarak
What Okiba said! We need a detective, and we need it now! Too many pieces in this puzzle, I need an easier difficulty one D:


Lower difficulty plz
What a Brilliant event tonight!

Slaughtered some Burning blade cultists and rescued the Chieftain from a burning building, while a peon rescued wolves, one on each shoulder (He's a really freakishly strong peon!)

Lok'tar, For the Blood of the Tribe!
03/12/2017 23:23Posted by Okiba
What a Brilliant event tonight!

Slaughtered some Burning blade cultists and rescued the Chieftain from a burning building, while a peon rescued wolves, one on each shoulder (He's a really freakishly strong peon!)

Lok'tar, For the Blood of the Tribe!


And only a single death, Rip in peace Kargush... Rip in peace.
03/12/2017 23:32Posted by Drakada
03/12/2017 23:23Posted by Okiba
What a Brilliant event tonight!

Slaughtered some Burning blade cultists and rescued the Chieftain from a burning building, while a peon rescued wolves, one on each shoulder (He's a really freakishly strong peon!)

Lok'tar, For the Blood of the Tribe!


And only a single death, Rip in peace Kargush... Rip in peace.


Honor to the glorious, victorious dead indeed!
Another 30 orcs to another successful event! Many thanks to those that joined us once more and helped save some hunted orcs, among which yours truly, from the clutches of the enemy! We're rapidly closing in on the conclusion of our little campaign later this week, but not until we got one more surprise in store at tomorrow's event!


Part 4: Smoke on the Horizon

The road to Orgrimmar awaited. With their last clue pointing them towards a certain Ormog in the City of Warriors, the orcs set out from the Crossroads. The road was calm, save for a caravan led by an orc atop a cart that was being pulled along by a kodo. The caravan provided only a brief distraction, exchanging words with the orcs about their destination and sharing rumours about families that have gone missing and merchants that have been attacked. Not an uncommon sights for these harsh, unforgiving lands, but entire families? Even the caravan master admitted something must have been off.

When the orcs pressed on, they indeed happened upon something unsettling. In the far distance, the building of what appeared to be a farm had caught fire. A burning building was no rarity to the dry Barrens, but there was something amiss. A crowd of orcs was gathered in front of the burning building, but none of them appeared in a hurry to douse the flames. In fact, the closer the orcs came to the fire, the more obvious it became that the crowd was not there for the fire, but rather for what laid within: a pair of orcs and several of their wolves. They were fighting off the heavily armed warriors that attempted to force their way inside and were clearly outnumbered. What's more, however, is that there were battle cries resonating from the burning building, and they were clearly Red Blade of origin.

The orcs rushed to the burning building to intervene, hacking down the orc warriors that was between them and the clamour of battle within the building. As they came closer, however, the ground began to shake. The caravan they had met earlier caught up with them and came to rush into battle. They were not charging at the assailants of the hut, however... they came rushing to the orcs! They cried out the name of the Burning Blade, revealing their loyalties as the caravan turned out to be shadowing them all along. Only through sheer determination and no doubt some miracles did the orcs survive the battle, outlasting their opponents in a hectic fight.

When the dust had settled, the orcs within the burning farm could be rescued. The Red Blades within were none other than Kozgugore Feraleye, Chieftain of the old tribe and the orc responsible for the ominous letters, and Sinami Swifthowl. The former was mortally wounded, however. Blood loss had caused him to lose consciousness, and the orcs had to adjust their route from Orgrimmar to the nearest settlement to mend to his and the other orcs' wounds instead. It was Razor Hill that eventually proved to be the nearest safe haven for them to settle in. It was there that injuries were tended to and that the orc by the name of Kargush was given an honorary funeral pyre, having fallen in the battle to protect the orcs that he barely even knew yet. His sacrifice is sure to be remembered, as the orcs recuperate and prepare themselves for the next step that will bring them closer to their mysterious enemy. At least now they had a name to connect to their foe... The Burning Blade.


As always, you can read back on the whole summary of the campaign here: http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=4567.0
Once again a great event that left me utterly speechless from the shear number of orcs attending.
30 orcs? An impressive comeback, great to see you back on AD, I still remember you from DB :D
04/12/2017 16:19Posted by Tarshifon
30 orcs? An impressive comeback, great to see you back on AD, I still remember you from DB :D
And that's not even our final form! We had 38 at the largest event of this campaign. It's been crazy fun so far, can't wait for what's yet to unfold!
I'm happy to see the Red Blade is going strong again. You guys have been the exemplars of Orc RP for all the time I've played WoW.
04/12/2017 21:06Posted by Vragdesh
04/12/2017 16:19Posted by Tarshifon
30 orcs? An impressive comeback, great to see you back on AD, I still remember you from DB :D
And that's not even our final form! We had 38 at the largest event of this campaign. It's been crazy fun so far, can't wait for what's yet to unfold!


It's been nuts, always good to see so many people working together
04/12/2017 21:16Posted by Saevir
I'm happy to see the Red Blade is going strong again. You guys have been the exemplars of Orc RP for all the time I've played WoW.


Aah, thank you thank you! <3

Tonight we continue the campaign with the next event. I have no idea what's going to happen, but judging by the last events, it's going to be epic. ;)
Poor Rhonya could do with some more help from more menders though, 1 mender on 30 orcs makes it a difficult job for her! xD
Do Bandages count?

...what-- fine, I'll learn to Mistweave.

GAWD.

o_o
We're getting closer and closer to the epic finale at the end of the week! We still have a fair amount of clues to dig up though, and today we had a near-death experience that's sure to be remembered for a little while to come!

Part 5: Rite of Passage

At last, the old Chieftain awoke two days after the orcs made a hasty detour to Razor Hill. After he had a moment to regain his bearings, he unveiled all he knew to the orcs present. That these were indeed the Burning Blade that they were dealing with. They were splinter group, a sleeper cell, consisting of orcs that joined Garrosh' Horde after the Burning Blade cult was annihilated. They remained dormant since, waiting for the opportune moment to strike from right underneath everyone's noses. As it happened, that opportune moment was now. But why were they targeting some orcs in particular, among which the Red Blade? That was a question that was yet to be answered...

One of the last things Kozgugore learned before the Burning Blade were on his tail and began to hunt him down, rendering him unable to link up with the others in Stonetalon that week ago, was the location of one of their hideouts in Dustwind Cave. He suggested they sought out the place before they would make their trip to Orgrimmar to learn more information about the cult there. Nosh'marak Ironclaw was appointed leader of the group as they set out to the vast cave network of Durotar's ravines.

Upon their arrival, it quickly became clear that something was gravely amiss, however. The spiritual energies were in serious dismay, and once inside, the orcs quickly found why this place was so unsettling. Corpses of orcs drained of their blood were strewn about left and right, piling up all along the walls and in the ditches as if they were carelessly cast away after whatever purpose they served. Spiritually minded orcs witnessed cruel and haunting images of what transpired there, of orcs tormenting and butchering their prisoners, before being sacrificed to an unknown entity. Even those orcs among them that had no spiritual affinity were about to find this out, however. They came upon a large room within which a ritual circle laid. Its rune spoke of an ancient power, waiting to be awakened by the blood of innocents... “By the power of the spirits of old, the new will be harnessed and perfected. Let from their ashes arise a power of the new order, fueled by the blood of its children and followers. Come forth in our hour of need and vanquish all our foes with fury and felfire.” Strange runes were scribbles on the walls in a dark red substance, some of which were glowing. After some deciphering, it turned out the runes were in fact names... But not just any names. The glowing runes belonged no doubt to those orcs who had already lost their lives in the gloom and darkness of these caves, while the others that remained unlit... were the names of the very orcs who had set foot in these caves now. Each and every one of their names, Red Blade or not, were inscribed upon the walls. What could the reason be to include all of their names on this kill list?

There was no time to further reflect on this, as a bleating horn was suddenly sounded behind the orcs. Behind them stood Torash Dullfang, one of the orcs who had been with them since the very first night in Stonetalon, and he was holding the horn that summoned a large host of Burning Blade warriors to his side. The follower turned out to be a Burning Blade agent all along, having kept a close eye on their developments and ensuring the Burning Blade were always one step ahead of them whenever they ventured to new lands. It was the reason they knew when and where to strike in Stonetalon, the reason why Dreadmist Peak was abandoned only moments before they arrived and the reason the caravan that ambushed them in the Barrens knew where to look. Now, Torash was playing his final cards, having allowed the orcs to set foot freely into their lair in order to allow them to get slaughtered and join the names upon the walls.

The odds were greatly against the orcs. The Burning Blade warriors charged, seasoned warriors and in great, overwhelming number. While the orcs made a valiant attempt to stand their ground, the onslaught of Burning Blade soon proved too much. They began to push them back, forcing each of the orcs closer and closer to the wall of their names. When the Burning Blade warriors took a moment to regroup and prepare for their final charge, the hour seemed dark indeed...

It was then that a sudden sensation washed over the orcs. Through the efforts of Rhonya Steelheart, Kogra Windwatcher, Azolg and Razaron, the ritual circle had been destroyed, inadvertently allowing the spiritual energies to course through the cave freely as well. Each of the orcs suddenly received a powerful vision, unveiling to them a wolf that seemed to address them briefly before bestowing upon them a great blessing. Strangely, different orcs appeared to receive different visions from different looking wolves. Some received a powerful blessing of protection from a brilliant, silver-haired wolf, while others felt invigorated and strengthened with a desire to kill from a black wolf. Others still felt bursts of energies coursing through their veins and elemental fury sparking through their fingertips, following the visions of a calm, thick-furred wolf. And then there were some whose vision and senses suddenly sharpened, granting them a great deal of adrenaline from a wolf decorated in bones. The visions renewed the energies of each of the orcs, granting them renewed confidence and strength to fight back. And fight they did. With a piercing war cry that echoed through the halls from an unknown source, the orc charged into their enemies, miraculously overcoming their overwhelming numbers. A chaotic bloodbath followed, but not for the names inscribed upon the wall. Rather, it was those who sought to kill the names that were counted among the dead, none of them managing to make it out of the cave alive as a barrier of fire was raised by the shamans to prevent them any means of escape.

The victory was overwhelming as the orcs slowly returned to their senses. Returning back to Razor Hill, they were left to wonder what it was that suddenly overcame them. Were they different wolves and blessings? If so, why do they see fit to aid the orcs in their times of need, and were they the same ones as what helped them out previously? Where did the mysterious battle cry come from? What ancient power is it that the Burning Blade were trying to summon? They had gained a great victory today, but still there were more questions than answers on their mind. Perhaps a tour to the great city of Orgrimmar will help them find clarity at long last...


As always, you can read up the entire summary of our campaign here:
http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=4567.0
It was such a wonderful waaaagh
And as the campaign continues, so do all the stories! <3 A little snippet from my most recent small update:
The others continued talking still, standing at her bed. Rhonya didn't really hear them anymore, she was just staring down into this cup of glowing blue water. It looked utterly creepy and not something she'd normally voluntarily drink. But Arhnum had given it to her, and she trusted him. Rhonya realised she might’ve been a bit quiet to him and perhaps hadn’t seemed very happy to see him, but she was just so tired…

Shrewd on her lap let out a soft huff through his nose. He was still there with her, even though his life companion had walked outside on his own. She was happy for it though, because if Shrewd was comfortable here with her, it meant that her bloodbrother was safe as well. The wolf would let her know if something was amiss, the bond between those two was stronger than anything else she’d seen so far, when it came to wolf and orc.

Sometimes she envied that bond. Personally Rhonya had never had something so deep, so pure, so.. primal. Wild. Some could argue that her connection with the elements was something to envy in return, but that was more of a mutual agreement of aid, not so much a bond of love and care. Especially now that Sadok was gone and her cubs safely away from her, she was very happy with someone just… being there for her. Shrewd might’ve not been able to talk to her with words or feelings like with her brother, but the fact he was there and gave her his attention was enough for now.
She’d had a short moment with Kozgugore too, for which she was very glad. Not often did Rhonya show her affection for him in such a public place, but… She couldn’t help herself earlier. Tired, hurting both mentally and physically, worried about him.. so when he finally had a bit of time and stood before her, all she could think of doing was just to put her arms around his neck, place her head against his shoulder and breathe in the scent of the brother that had been lost to her for so long. Finally the weight was off her shoulders, the worries that he’d been killed or taken captive when he hadn’t showed in Stonetalon.


Want to read the rest and many more stories and updates from our other orcs? Visit the forum!
http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=4552.msg43627;topicseen#new
Was quite the wonderful event indeed. Extremely well Dm'ed and thought out!

Great story too Rhon!

...I should probably get on and finish mine (x _ x'')