Ghorcerr and Action sat together at the bar just outside the Valley of Stregth in Orgmantar. Despite the coming Seige, many were still inside the city's walls, either preparing or trying to make the most of what little time they may have left within the walls.

"Cheer's friend." Ghorcerr began, reaching his glass over to his Goblin ally's height. "Strength and Honor."
"Blood and thunder." Action replied as they always had... at least one more time... in case.

Action had always admired Ghorcerr's determination and loyalty, and even now this was no exception. He just wished it was to the same side as his as usual rather than with this "true horde" Garosh preached about like a...anyway...
Action did not want to talk about any of that tonight or questioning ideals. This could be the very last night he could see his friend and spend time with him...for in the morning if they were to meet on the battlefield, they would be enemies.

It puzzled Action to no end about how even with the hire engineering skills of some of the "loyal" goblins the single race of Orcs could stand up to both the Alliance and the rest f the horde. Still...

As they chugged their drinks, two Orcs by the pool table began bickering heavily about the issue. They were clearly drunk and ready to let it all out in a brawl.

"You're so-called Warchief is mad! The is is blasphemy!"
"Blasphemy!? Ha! You scum are the traders turning on your race! On your Horde!"
"Horde? The true horde lies among Thrall and all of the races, no single minded fool could think that..."
"What did you call me!? Are you and your green-skinned coward Thrall looking for a..."

They began shoving each their and raising their fist when Ghorcerr chugged his ale and smashed it I the ground with a primal yet well aware fury.

"ENOUGH!" the warrior bellowed!
"You wanna fight so bad!? Hu!? Are you really prepared to throw down your friendship and brotherhood right here and now, while there is still a sense of peace in the air!?"

The two orcs release their grips but stated blankly at the hero.

"You all have one night left!" he continued "One more night to enjoy the tranquility out ancestors have their blood and lives for trying to defend, before is all lost! Honor them! Enjoy what time left you have that they have you..."

Ghorcerr began getting chocked up as he addressed the room, hitch was all dead silent and hanging on his every word.

"...because tomorrow..." he finished "...it will all be over. We will have death. We will has blood. We will... " he paused "...have war."

At that, after a few more moments of silence, Ghorcer whispered to Action "Come friend." As he left a large tip on the counter for the broken glass.

Ghorcer lifted himself up from the stool with his massive biceps as the short goblin Action hopped down of his raised pearch, sticking the landing with both feet as his robes bounced in the air from the impact.

That was the closest thing to an incident that night.

As the two walked to the gates and talked about old times together, they saw families saying goodbye to their loved ones and friends, either to take shelter or to go to their sides of the battlefield. Brothers, fathers, friends, and all relationships were being turned around in this horrible state of civil war.

Would there really be any victory for those who survive. Could any good come from this?

How many were doing this out of loyalty, rather than what is truly right?

"Well, I guess this is it." Action said slowly in the center if the valley to Ghorcerr, standing across from each other just in front if Gromash hold.

Ghorcerr simply nodded.

"If...if we see each other tomorrow...I..."

"You do what you have to do Actionsparda," Ghorcerr interrupted. "And I shall do what I must, and only what I must, to see victory through for the Horde."

At that, Action turned around and began walking away. Beneath the light of the full moon, he could see the impressively fortified architecture that was the walls or the Horde capital city, standing in all of its' glory...for now...as tomorow it would be erupted with flames and littered with the corpses of the dead.

To this day, Actionsparda still remembered arriving on the back of a wolf to this magnificent diamond in the ruff of the desert, admiring it as he rode along side it's natural canyon and forged steel perimeters. At the gate, walking through that passage took Action's breath away...

...he just feared now that tomorrow he and many of his closest friends would be taking their last breaths there as well.