PART I SACRIFICE (Timeframe 2 years ago) The Orc looked out over the ocean watching the sun set into the sea, he held her head slightly up. When the sun went below the sea he tightened his grip around her neck, then he sliced his ritual dagger across her throat splitting it…
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Mad Grin Pub - OPEN!
Pikki ran her hand across the smooth wood of the new bar. Her cousin had left the place in shambles, maybe he would find better “use” for his talents in Silithus, where she had instructed he be deposited. She looked around, the décor was spare, but would serve until more…
Manolin Part One: Spirit Lore
A spotted cheetah slows from a sprint to the form of a tauren when it enters the wide gates of Desolation Hold. Under the Barrens’ unrelenting sun, orcs, trolls, blood elves and goblins haul supplies, converse and spar. The tauren druid scans the hold before approaching the…
Changing of the guard
Naiali reread the letter, then placed it in her pocket and headed to her hut to pack things. She had never settled in, knowing she could be called on again. She traveled light at any rate - unencumbered. Pikki needed her north again, the "situation" she had monitored had…
((Transcript from Shadows of Stromgarde event))
((Since it was a pretty short notice/Monday event, not everyone made it. Wanted to post this here so everyone could see what we did :) )) Grymhorn’s walk through Stonard last week stirred me. While my people are from Draenor, we have settled on Azeroth. What’s more, my family…
Mud's Secret
Mudbrain crept quietly through the gates of desolation hold. Thoughts of the night before played through his head. He could still taste the blood, though it had long been used up. But moreover, the sorrow at how much he'd fallen captive to his peculiar condition. Shadowstrype…
Day Long Battle with Worg Shit
Drek'jar Frosthowl shielded his eyes from the blazing sun, gritting his teeth as sweat beaded across his forehead. Looking behind him, he examined the gathering of both grots and grunts alike that bore the tabard of the Blacktooth Grin. Behind them all stooda flag bearer, the…
A Hallowed Guest
<A rather morose looking orc walks up to Pikki holding a few papers, one of which stands out from the rest. A finely wrapped parchment is sealed with pressed violet wax. Opening it reveals carefully scripted words in black ink, each character hinting a softness of the author, if…
Bloodlines
Kragh sat with his back to the wall of the Chieftain's chambers, idly flipping a thin stone knife between his hands. "It seems so strange for my father to have recognized me as his son, and then immediately attempted something so foolish for the sake of the clan." He stopped…
A Rising Son
Nimbus prowls close to the ankles of his tauren, who sits near the fire at Desolation Hold. "He must rest, that is all." The tauren unrolls an opened bag of mixed nuts. "He has many years, his mind and body weathered." Nimbus stretches and curls against a nearby rock with a…
Gol'kosh Patrol Reports
Pikki looks over her team assignments again and nods. The extent of the human outposts had been a surprise when she had first gotten the report from her agent at Bogpaddle. Apparently they had found a way to avoid the corruption, although with a open access to the harbor, they…
"In Pursuance of the Old Ways" Official Thread
Greetings Grinners and welcome to the Official Thread of our current campaign. this is were we will keep track of whats happened, we will also be posting here each new Step, Please feel free to add a post to this on what your characters experiences are during this campaign , any…
"In Pursuance of the Old Ways" - Campaign Primer
The Fragranced steam swirled within the domed hut as the Tauren contemplated his latest Visions sent to him by An’she. He trusted his Visions but there was much more that needed to be done and he had been feeling lost of late with the non emergence of Xibalbah from the Emerald…
Kitchens
A hilltop retreat bordering Mulgore and Ferelas has a small campfire beginning, and a tied kayak, bobbing at the lakeshore. “Thank you all for coming tonight, I will not keep you long. I am sorry that I could not make it to the hold. ” Nimbus’ tauren sighs deep, popping open a…
The Silken Tapestry: Rode's story contest entry
(repost from the old forum, enjoy!) The Silken Tapestry Prologue Orgrimmar , capital of the Horde forces, was celebrating its decennial. Since its founding by Warchief Thrall near the end of the third war, this mighty city had been home to many seeking comfort and security from…