Orthunk stood flanked by Kor'kon elite guards in Garrosh's chamber. The Warchief of the Horde looked at him from his throne, his head barely meeting the level of Mannoroth's tusks. "So, Orthunk Snaggletooth, Sythegar of the Blackooth Grin Clan. I am pleased you accepted my…
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Operation White Tiger:Crow's Reports
Deamseer Xibalbah sits by the fire of her chamber meditating. The sound of something being dragged across the floor broken between sporadic squeaks. Xi opens her eyes and sees the tanuki pushing a leather bag in her direction. She arches her eyebrow at it as it stops a few few…
The Poisoning
As soon as the Worgmaster entered the pens he sensed something was amiss. There was no playful fighting, no throaty growls, and the usual corpses of various rodents were nowhere to be seen. Perturbed, Utum quickened his pace and directed himself toward the largest cage where the…
Test Subject 694
The young Gnome laid strapped down on the operating table--blindfolded he slowly regained consciousness. The table was poorly welded together with disproportionate slabs of rusted iron. The wrist and ankle fasteners were lined with tiny little spikes as if to deter any occupant…
Test Subject 694
The young Gnome laid strapped down on the makeshift operating table--blindfolded he slowly regained consciousness. The table was poorly welded together with disproportionate slabs of rusted iron. The wrist and ankle fasteners were lined with tiny little spikes as if to deter any…
Blackblade the Unyielding
Sythegar Orthunk Snaggletooth had many titles, many names. He rode under Rend's banner when the first Orcish armies poured from the Dark Portal. Still a green whelp, Orthunk looked on the heroic feats of his superior officers with awe and became inspired to one day become a…
The Fall and Rise of The Jade Witch
She was sick to death of this land. The view was beautiful, but it seemed like everywhere she turned there was some poor pathetic villager or town citizen who needed help with something. The goblin sat near a brook under a shady willow. Her head perspired and her feet were sore…
Supplying the Masses
Nimbus keeps to his tauren's ankles while he shuffles through a pile of papers at Stonard's mailbox. The tauren quietly counts to himself. "Good, they are all here so far." he says, depositing eight sealed letters into the box and pulling a pile of loose miscellaneous paper out…
Operation White Tiger (open rp thread)
((This is an open rp thread for the ongoing Lok-Regar campaign, White Tiger. Xi's posts will most often appear as journal entries to summarize the online events. [I am Xibalbah for those who don't know.] So check here if you need to catch up. People are welcome to rp their own…
The Dreamseer
Xibalbah curled lazily around the tree trunk, relishing the roughness of the bark and its slow scratching of her pelt. Being back in the swamp was a coming home on so many levels, and Xi finally felt her soul mending as her body was healing. She allowed herself to linger on this…
Mad Grin Pub: New Location TBA
Pikki wiped down the counter. The crowd last night had been rowdy and she had kicked several out this morning who had slept under the tables. She tossed the rag in the bucket and walked over to shut and lock the door. She would be packing up and moving the Mad Grin, the team she…
Till we's meets again-Trixcy's Farewell
On the inn wall of Stonard, a crumpled piece of parchment reads: "I woulda done dis in person, but...i tink's dis is bettah. I's got sometings I gotta do's. Got some business, and stuffs. I tinks its time for me ta make my ways, without da Grin. You's always gonna be my brothas…
The Orc and the mountain.
The sun shone clearly on the rolling hills of Nagrand, warming the air through the feathers of the soaring rokk. He coasted on thermals, high above the plains and lakes, golden eyes sweeping across the lush land of Draenor. Below, clefthoof and elekk meandered through the tall…
Dust and Disappearance.
Drahna watched carefully as the swamp was being bug bombed by most of the Grin. Stonard, she was home, and the remnants of the nightmare she endured were fading into the muck. She watched Rode struggle with a gas mask and muffled his yelling. Home, she was home. Months had…
Down in the mud.
Another night staring at the night from inside his stone cage. It had been three months in this prison. That damp and water never dried, the floor a consistent slop of wet dirt and his own feces. Been the nearly complete solitude, and the lack of any fresh blood, Mudbrain's…