*From the writings of Dakore, Shaman of the Horde*
We stand victorious, and the Horde has reclaimed the Undercity! Lok'tar Ogar!
Varimathras, a dubious ally for many years now, has finally shown his true colors and betrayed the Horde. For a time, Sylvanus and many of her loyal followers, loyal to the Horde, were ousted from the Undercity. Through the might of the Warchief, the Dark Lady, and the power of the Horde, we have taken it back and destroyed Varimathras!
Only to be met by another tragedy. Alliance forces have also broken into Undercity through the sewers and successfully destroyed the other traitor, Putress. When they were done with that, they charged us in the Throne Chambers and attacked us.
Some time ago I saw the human warrior once known as Lo'Gosh, a gladiator slave fighting in Horde arenas. Since then he has found his true self as king of the alliance city of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn. Now he has proven the age old fact that all warriors of the Horde know to be true. For every honorable human like Bolvar Fordragon who falls due to unjust betrayals, there is another dishonorable human who rises in power. Now the Alliance is being led by this fool!
All I see is war in the immediate future, and the times after that are uncertain. How can a man make war on a people when a much more grave threat threatens to destroy all that is. I have always know humanity as a whole was a race of dishonorable people, and it should not be a surprise that the one who calls himself their king is the most hateful and spiteful of all. I would lie if I said it was not disheartening, but now is not the time for that.
If the Alliance wants a new war with the Horde, they will be given one! They will soon learn the price of biting off more than they can chew, and humans I find can chew very little. Soon they will be force fed the entire might of the Horde and will find it a grim meal indeed.
Do you hear me, Alliance dogs!!! We are coming for you!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The Forsaken Refugees
*From the writings of Dakore, Shaman of the Horde*
Saurfang took the news of his son's fate as any Horde father would when the son's deeds were heroic, with a stalwart pride. However, even he recognizes that the time for grief is not now.
Dire news from Orgrimmar. The Warchief has declared martial law, and Saurfang has instructed me to make haste to our city and lend aid. I go with all haste and found the streets of our city overflowing with dozens, hundreds of Forsaken refugees. From what I have gathered thus far, something has happened in Undercity.
Saurfang took the news of his son's fate as any Horde father would when the son's deeds were heroic, with a stalwart pride. However, even he recognizes that the time for grief is not now.
Dire news from Orgrimmar. The Warchief has declared martial law, and Saurfang has instructed me to make haste to our city and lend aid. I go with all haste and found the streets of our city overflowing with dozens, hundreds of Forsaken refugees. From what I have gathered thus far, something has happened in Undercity.
Twilight
*From the writings of Dakore, Shaman of the Horde*
I have witnessed a tragedy this day.
What was suppose to be a grand siege against the gates of the Scourge has ended with betrayal and death. I have known few humans in my days who I would consider to be honorable, but Bolvar Fordragon has proven to be one of them. Seeing him and the younger Saurfang fighting side by side, more brothers than enemies, seeing them confront the Lich King himself, was a heartwarming vision.
But then it unravelled. Saurfang fell, and from my perch at the Kor'Koron Vanguard, I could still see his soul being claimed by that monstrous Lich King. He will pay for this, I swear! And then the betrayal I witnessed was nothing short of absolute disgrace! The Forsaken and their Blight have claimed many brave souls today, both Alliance and Horde. I saw Bolvar Fordragon fall into those mists, and then I saw the Lich King's retreat back into Angrathar.
They failed to kill their nemisis, as they always claimed they would have. They only succeeded in destroying their own allies!
It is a haze, and I try to think on it but it only makes me more angry, and for an old orc like me I do not want to feel rage in my heart. I feer, however, as the Dragonqueen has stated, the anger has just begun.
The flames of the Red Flight have cleared the disease of the Forsaken and the battlefield before the Wrath Gate is calm, though the signs of death are vivid around me. The presence of Alexstraza helps to calm the fury of all of us, and now there is new work to be done. Just as the patrons of the Alliance now gather the fallen shield of their own Bolvar, so too must I gather the armor of the slain younger Saurfang to take back and give his father the grim news of his son's fate.
I have witnessed a tragedy this day.
What was suppose to be a grand siege against the gates of the Scourge has ended with betrayal and death. I have known few humans in my days who I would consider to be honorable, but Bolvar Fordragon has proven to be one of them. Seeing him and the younger Saurfang fighting side by side, more brothers than enemies, seeing them confront the Lich King himself, was a heartwarming vision.
But then it unravelled. Saurfang fell, and from my perch at the Kor'Koron Vanguard, I could still see his soul being claimed by that monstrous Lich King. He will pay for this, I swear! And then the betrayal I witnessed was nothing short of absolute disgrace! The Forsaken and their Blight have claimed many brave souls today, both Alliance and Horde. I saw Bolvar Fordragon fall into those mists, and then I saw the Lich King's retreat back into Angrathar.
They failed to kill their nemisis, as they always claimed they would have. They only succeeded in destroying their own allies!
It is a haze, and I try to think on it but it only makes me more angry, and for an old orc like me I do not want to feel rage in my heart. I feer, however, as the Dragonqueen has stated, the anger has just begun.
The flames of the Red Flight have cleared the disease of the Forsaken and the battlefield before the Wrath Gate is calm, though the signs of death are vivid around me. The presence of Alexstraza helps to calm the fury of all of us, and now there is new work to be done. Just as the patrons of the Alliance now gather the fallen shield of their own Bolvar, so too must I gather the armor of the slain younger Saurfang to take back and give his father the grim news of his son's fate.
The Dragonblight
*From the writings of Dakore, Shaman of the Horde*
It is cold here. Cold enough to freeze the herbs I gather to the point where they are unrecognizable at a glance. If I look into the sky I can see dragons flying about now and then, growing more numerous as I move further into this frigid land. The Blue Dragonflight makes their war against the rest of the world, and the other flights, the mages of the Kirin Tor, as well as us must stand against the Spellweaver as stalwartly as we must stand against the Lich King.
There are other reasons for me to aid in such a conflict. Personal reasons. I was not there to be a part of it myself. If I were involved I might well be smoking ash by now. However, any orc who has a sence of honor in his heart would still feel the burden of a debt unpaid when it comes to the Dragonqueen and the crimes of my people against her broods. In the many years of my life I have seldom come to tears about anything, but standing before Alexstraza today, even though she was in the guise of an elf, seeing her knowing smile, without a hint of anger or vehemence for what we have done to her in the past, was about enough. I would die to carry out this being's will, anything short of turning against my own Warchief.
Enough of these feelings though. There is work to be done. Our foothold in the Dragonblight has been anchored quite well. We have new allies in the brave Taunka, cousins to our Tauren brothers, we have stemmed the tide of the grotesque spiders of Azjol'Nerub, and now we must bare down upon the gates to Icecrown itself: Angrathar.
The son of Saurfang leads our forces there. It is time to storm the door to Icecrown!
It is cold here. Cold enough to freeze the herbs I gather to the point where they are unrecognizable at a glance. If I look into the sky I can see dragons flying about now and then, growing more numerous as I move further into this frigid land. The Blue Dragonflight makes their war against the rest of the world, and the other flights, the mages of the Kirin Tor, as well as us must stand against the Spellweaver as stalwartly as we must stand against the Lich King.
There are other reasons for me to aid in such a conflict. Personal reasons. I was not there to be a part of it myself. If I were involved I might well be smoking ash by now. However, any orc who has a sence of honor in his heart would still feel the burden of a debt unpaid when it comes to the Dragonqueen and the crimes of my people against her broods. In the many years of my life I have seldom come to tears about anything, but standing before Alexstraza today, even though she was in the guise of an elf, seeing her knowing smile, without a hint of anger or vehemence for what we have done to her in the past, was about enough. I would die to carry out this being's will, anything short of turning against my own Warchief.Enough of these feelings though. There is work to be done. Our foothold in the Dragonblight has been anchored quite well. We have new allies in the brave Taunka, cousins to our Tauren brothers, we have stemmed the tide of the grotesque spiders of Azjol'Nerub, and now we must bare down upon the gates to Icecrown itself: Angrathar.
The son of Saurfang leads our forces there. It is time to storm the door to Icecrown!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Welcome
To Call of Thunder
Home of shamans, orcs, wolves, alchemists, Horde players in general, and many other things World of Warcraft.
As you can see, it's still pretty bare bones here with a simple default template setup, but more will be coming soon. Sometime soon will have the backstory of my main WoW character, Dakore the orc shaman. I've neglected getting it flushed out for quite a long time and I would like to get it done.
If you're alliance or a fan of the alliance, be prepared. You will be lashed with an electric whip in this blog on a fairly regular basis. I don't like to rant all the time so for the most part you'll simply be neglected, but if random cruelty to gnomes and talk of killing King Douche, er, I mean Varian Wrynn makes you angry...well, don't say I didn't warn you.
So, curl up next to the fire, listen for the spirits of your ancestors, and be at peace until it is time for war.
Lok'tar Ogar!
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