[PCU] Grunt RP - Hand of Conquest 💪

Vulpera are now allowed in the Hand of Conquest? Yo? Join up today, gamers.


As one of the first Vulpera Grunts I can attest that these guys are hella based, if you want to preserve the law in Orgrimmar and the rest of the world, Join now!


been rping around purely as barracks medic - these guys were kind enough to notice and slap anyone injured they had injured in guard duty or was injured by someone they needed to interrogate to me for mending.


The Thirteenth, along side the Ronin, currently are making their way through the wastes. After some encounters with mantid and their amber shaping ways, their path way blocked by a massive amber wall, pulsing with void energies.

Punching it did nothing. Spells bounced off it. Punching it again did nothing. Out of options and with no current supplies suitable to break down the void-infused amber wall, the Thirteenth and Ronin fell back to the fishing village in the Wastes to construct a bomb from fishing explosives. However, it will take time.

Meanwhile, doubts and concerns are being murmured through the ranks about the leading individuals of the Thirteenth and their recent actions.


Those Mantid looked friendly.


Alongside the Ronin, the Thirteenth returned to the void-infused amber wall, blasting their way through into the heart of the chamber within the tree. Charging in, they encountered three powerful mantid amber shapers engaging in a ritual as their creation pulsed and bubbled in the center of the room.

The Thirteenth and Ronin fought long and hard against the mantid, as the amber goop spluttered through the room, slowing down movement, until all three amber shapers laid dead. Whatever they had been working on now became unstable, forcing a retreat outside the tree’s chamber.

The battle had cost the life the scout Grommokpaw, who fell in battle with horrible wounds, and as the ritual exploded, the creation of the mantid emerged. The fight was not yet over, as a flying creature made of void and amber emerged into the air, screeching loudly. An imperfect creation, yet still deadly.

Against a flying creature that seemed to be unaffected by some magical attacks and out of range most times for their warriors to strike, the Thirteenth’s and Ronin’s abilities were restricted to weathering the creature’s attacks and striking when it dove to the ground.

Finally, the creature was brought down at last thanks to the efforts of one of the Thirteenth’s raider leaping onto the amber creature to pummel it with her fists, while one of the Thireenth’s scouts unleashes a barrage of rockets from a flying vehicle, having managed to get into it thanks to the time bought by the Horde forces.

The mantid’s attempt to make a horrible flying creature of void and amber were thwarted, at a cost of a grunt and the raider becoming nearly crippled by the explosion.
Retreating back to the Soggy Gambit to lick their wounds, the Thirteenth and Ronin were barely able to recover before a call from the north reached them.

The Cohort and Highbloods were being assaulted by a swarm of mantid at the Sunset Brewgarden and this call for aid was answered as the Ronin and Thirteenth charged through the wastes to reinforce their allies.

After weathering the mantid swarm with many the bugs falling, the Horde stood triumphant and now attempt to recover from their fights.

The mantid forces swarm nearby however. The eye of the storm have given them a moment of respite.


Finding out about an attack on Senior Sergeant Spix back at Domination Point the Thirteenth rushed back only to find the base had been taken over by a Twillight Cultist they had faced before, together with a Mantid and Grunts that had now been corrupted for a dark cause, Including Spix. they tried to sway the Thirteenth with visions of dark truths .

The Thirteenth however proved too strong of mind and conviction for the Horde to be swayed by the whispers, eventually beating back the enemies and saving their Senior Sergeant. Now they find themselves on a trip back to Orgrimmar to recover and be stronger for it!

For the Horde!


Well, mostly…


One of my favourite things about these guys how my nosy vulpera has developed a sort of rivalry with couple of the grunts. Definitely the best of “guard rp” out there.


Ok seeing as my Blackrock isn’t here we shall settle for my old forgotten Dwarf in Blackrock armor.

Soon the Iron Grunt will find you!


Corruption in the Barrens, battles against some delusional gnomes and division among the ranks.

Join the Thirteenth today and engage in some awesome stories, events and casual role-plays with a bunch of fun people!


I joined today because the best deals are in the 13th!


Just joined 3 days ago having a great time so far.


With one threat gone, another emerges. The Thirteenth now must deal with their ranks divided, the fires in Durotar growing by the day and the appearance of flame obsessed cultists.


The Thirteenth went through some hard days in the past, yet the last days were nothing compared to that.

The fires in Durotar grew and grew, started to burn everything that got into their way. Lighting up the dark nights, burning innocents Turning almost everything into ash. The cultist themselves were furious, blinded by anger and hatred. Wearing hoods and covered in firey tattoos - one could say ‘’Runes’’. They cursed everyone who wouldn’t join them in the tongue of the flame, the tongue which called - Kalimag. ‘’Reth Reth Reth’’ They shouted, and soon these words became the words of fear. The Thirteenth Grunt Infantry struggled already about the so called ‘’Rebels’’ in their ranks. Which was all because of Sergeant Gonrash Stormfang, or his old codename ‘’Scorchfang’’. -Who showed his bad side in the last time - The flames took over him. Those who weren’t blinded by the authority of the corrupted Sergeant left or escaped in the last minutes. Gathered together in many outposts as the Elite Assassins of the Sergeant were after them. They weren’t safe.

Soon another problem rise up in the Barrens - The leftover of the Thirteenth was sent out to aid the crushed Infantry of the Second, the Barrens finest warriors - Only to find out that they were corrupted by the void. After a few days of fighting, they managed to defeat the threat. The Sergeants of the Second - The powerful Grunt, Sergeant Sokronal Bonespite and the old but wise Farseer Vanrosh Thunderhowl - Lost their Infantry, which made the Horde authorities to let them lead the already known Thirteenth, and find the now vanished Gonrash.

Vanrosh had enough, he decided to call for the aid of the Deserters and fight back the cultists. They were victorious, which allowed the Deserters to return and rejoin the Orgrimmar Infantry. Yet the so called ‘’Vessel’’ which Gonrash spoke of - Oritaru, was kidnapped. This action made the Thirteenth furious as the poor Vulpera Pyromancer already suffered through Gonrash, even losing his memory.

Sulfuran the Herald of the cultist was about to attack Razor hill, burn it to the ground - turning it into ash. When the Grunts attacked to disturb his plan and to save Oritaru. Fighting at the Shrine of the Dormant Flame for hours, the Shadow Hunter Boskar discovered one of Sulfuran’s weaknesses - Voodoo and Shadow magic. Weakening the Flame Knight, they manage to defeat him and return to the barracks with Oritaru - Of course with some losses, The Grunt Krolgarr lost in battle - Granting him a Warrior’s death.

Now the Thirteenth is preparing for a final battle. They plan is to march to the Shrine of Dormant Flame, take the passway to Gonrash’s hideout… and defeat him, which won’t be that easy.


The Thirteenth gathered by the eight drums in the city of Orgrimmar. The grunts prepared themselves, sharpened their blades, reforged their armors or even talk about their thoughts - to be well prepared and strong enough to face the now Traitor Gonrash. Marching through Durotar, to the Shrine of the Dormant Flame. The troll Jarista - who was spying under the cultists, and the ‘’Vessel’’ Oritaru, opened the passway to Stormfang’s hideout. The grunts found themselves in a dark place, the sky was covered with gray clouds, ash was raining from it. The air was heavy. The ground was black and rivers of molten lava were all over the place. The Throne of Flame - they called it. In the middle of a little isle stood Gonrash - in his surroundings the sea of heat and lava.

The Thirteenth charged, under a few seconds the location was full of sounds - shoutings, roars, the metallic sound of blades parrying each other. More terrifying was the smell. The very smell of burned flesh mixed together with smoke. Any fool who would come into this place would know, they would not return. The Grunts maybe didn’t think about that, ordered by Sergeant Bonespite - to eliminate the traitor Gonrash at all cost! so did they. Fighting the leftover cultists they managed to fight side by side, in teamwork, like brothers and sisters of the Horde. And so did they. After a long fight, the now dirty exhausted grunts faced Gonrash. Only to discover Oritaru was fighting him all along, the epic battle of the two even light up the dark place, with various lights. Red and Purple. As the Arcane magics and the Elemental flames flew at each other.

Incendius the elemental who corrupted Gonrash’s mind had enough. Shouting all over the place - trying to frighten the thirteenth. But how surprisingly they continued to fight. By every blow, every hit. The gauntlet of Gonrash started to crack. The elementium gauntlet exploded in storm, earth, fire, water, and earth. It started to annihilating Gonrash, and so did he died. By a big explosion of power. But it wasn’t over. Incendius was still there. The elemental behind this, the one who wanted to burn Durotar, and even whole Azeroth - setting it into never-ending flames. The one who still had the power fought bravely, full of hopes - with a big effort, the bindings of the elemental cracked leaving nothing but a big explosion behind. It disappeared, into the lava. The place soon became somewhat calmer. The fires upon the Throne of flame calmed down. And the Thirteenth? They gathered themselves - as always and left the cursed place behind.

At the return to the city, the Sergeants were already waiting. Victorius. Still with a great loss yet again. A brave orc died - fighting to the very end the old orc found his warrior’s death in battle. Dro’gath Axechain walks with his ancestors now.


lovely people… da best… except the Highblood Myrmidons… but still da best… and super nice…


Makijo would like to speak to HoC’s manager after his TOTALLY UNFAIR treatment in their cell, tonight! The hose pipe was cruel! Cruel, he says!

(Really fun RP tonight! Thank you! :fox_face:)


The Thirteenth find themselves staying the night in Razor Hill after the events with several curious objects uncovered by several different units and orders. They remain vigilant around the settlement, keeping an eye out for further chaotic behaviour.

[[PCU] Plot : Cosmic Crown of Terror 🌌]


I really enjoy our experience and cooperation with these guys in Orgrimmar. They capture the grunt aesthetic wonderfully, a good representation of the spirit of the horde.