"What the fel is wrong with you?" roared Chogar as Artie and Noradoria walked into the Warsong Lumber Mill. Artie had an arm draped around Nora's shoulders as he used her as support for his bad leg. It appeared that running out to help save his former lover with his leg in such bad condition wasn't the wisest thing. Luckily he hadn't needed to walk the entire way over thanks to his Hog. As for Noradoria, she had ridden in the passenger seat, bringing the Alliance flag with her.

"Artie, you're back!" cried a cheerful Nugget as he ran past Chogar and began to hug the undead rogue. Said rogue just sighed in response.

"Get off of him!" backed Chogar. He then pointed at Noradoria. "You, Death Knight! I want you to take this scum and lock him up in a cell!"

"We don't have a cell," said Artie in a deadpanned voice. "This is a lumber mill not a military base. The closest thing we have to a cell is a janitor's closet."

"What be happening here mon?" said Renjaz. Everyone in the room turned to see the troll druid as she walked into the room.

"This filth dared to raise a hand against his commanding officer," roared Chogar as he pointed to Artie. "Then he left the base without my permission."

"But your not our commanding officer," said Renjaz, Nugget, and Artie at the same time.

Chogar let out a growl. Who do these fools think they are? Don't they know that this is Garrosh's Horde? I'll contact the Warcheif and request that they are all beheaded for their insolence. With that, Chogar stomped underneath the ramp to activate the magic mirror. For several moments nothing happened. As the Orc warlock stood there, the rest of the Horde soldiers moved to stand behind him in order for them hear for themselves if he was in charge or not.

Then, from the mirror, came a voice.

"Hello," it said in a friendly female tone. "You have reached Grommash Hold. If you would like to make an appointment with the Warcheif please press one. If you need to pick up orders from the Warcheif please press two. If you would like to report Alliance movements please press three."

"How can you press anything?" asked Nora as she rolled her eyes. "It's a mirror! There are no buttons."

"If you would like to hear Baine sing you a lullaby please press twelve," continued the female voice.

"There isn't a twelve," roared Chogar as he began to lose it. "There are no numbers at all! Who came up with this system?!"

"If you would like to speak to the Warcheif directly please wait and we will patch you through in a moment," finished the female voice.

Finally, an image appeared in the mirror. However, it wasn't Garrosh. Instead it was the elderly Orc known as Eitrigg. The grey haired Orc looked at Chogar with the eyes of a tired war veteran.

"Thank you for contacting Grommash Hold," said the old Orc in a dull voice. "The Warcheif is in a war meeting at this moment and has asked that I take all of his calls. How may I help you?"

If Chogar was surprised by this he sure as fel didn't show it. "I would like you to send a group of Orcs to the Warsong Lumber Mill to take care of these insolent fools who dared to ignore their superiors."

As he spoke, Chogar began to envision what would happen next. The fools under his command would begin to beg like the spineless cowards that they were. They would flatter or bribe him in order to spare their pathetic lives. But in the end it would only serve to degrade them further for nothing could save them!

"Ah, who are you again?" asked Eitrigg.

"I am Chogar, leader of the Warsong Lumber Mill," said the Orc Warlock as he stuck out his chest. Eitrigg frowned as he began to look through several scrolls. After mumbling to himself for several long minutes he looked up at Chogar with a frown.

"It says here there is no current commanding officer at that location," stated the elder Orc. "It seems that the Warcheif has yet to appoint a new commanding officer to the lumber mill since Meadowlove died. I'm actually not surprised, the Warcheif he hates paperwork." he grumbled.

"Well I am an-" began Chogar but quickly cut off by Eitrigg as he held up a hand.

"Right now we are too busy with other areas of the warfront to decide who will take charge," said Eitrigg. "So, you will need to decide on a leader yourselves in the same manner the first Warcheif was chosen."

"Ah, one on one combat," said Chogar with a grin.

"Funny, I thought the first Warcheif was voted into office," said Nugget as he scratched his head.

"That's what I learned in school," said Renjaz.

"I heard a similar thing," agreed Artie.

"I will contact you later this evening to hear the results of the vote," said Eitrigg who was upset that members of other races knew Orc history better than an actual Orc. With that the image before Chogar vanished leaving the Orc to stare at his own dumbfounded expression as. He slowly turned to see everyone else's smug faces.

"So, any nominations?" asked Artie with a sigh.

Nugget began to jump up and down with a hand raised in the air. "I know," he cried out. "Artie should do it."

"Maybe," said Renjaz. "But how about Noradoria? She's pretty strong and got the Alliance flag."

Noradoria grunted. "I'm only here because I'm being paid," she said. "Once my contract is up then I'm out of here." Not to mention that they know my one weakness, she thought to herself. One cupcake and I'm finished. Also it was because Artie came to help me out that I was able to get the flag.

"Fools," roared Chogar as he threw up his arms. "Have you all forgotten that there is a perfectly good candidate right in front of you?" Everyone blinked in confusion. Some, like Nugget and Renjaz, began to look around to see if they could find the person Chogar was speaking about. However all they could see was the ugly Orc in front of them.

"Is he invisible?" asked Nugget innocently.

"Me you fools!" screamed Chogar. "I was talking about me!"

For a moment, no one said anything as his words sank in. Then, all at once, they all burst out laughing. There was no way they would let Chogar become their leader. Not after all the yelling he had been doing while being completely useless in a battle.

As for Chogar, his face began to turn red in rage. "Fine then! I'll show you all my power. When I came back with the Alliance flag you will all be begging me to be in charge!" With that the warlock left the room as all the other soldiers of the Horde continued to laugh.

"Bets on how long it will take him to realize that we already have the Alliance flag," Nugget giggled.

-x-

Chogar ran at top speed until he felt he was close enough to the Alliance base without being spotted. He searched for a hiding spot before finding a tree that was thick enough to hide his large body. The Orc sat down, facing the Warsong Lumber Mill. Closing his eyes, Chogar began to concentrate until a green floating eye appeared in front of him.

Soon after its creation, Chogar could see himself through the eye. Smirking, Chogar willed the eye to turn around and fly towards the Alliance stronghold. His plan was simple: use the eye to scout everyone's location and find the least secured route to the flag. After that he would grab it and run back to the lumber mill where his troops would then make him their official leader. It was the perfect plan!

The eye rose in the air, floating over the roof of the Alliance's base. There Chogar saw that the paladin was busy practicing with a new mace. For a moment Chogar wondered if he had made it himself but shook off the idea. There were no metal veins for him to get the materials needed. Well, he could have contacted a friend to send him the minerals needed. But in the end it didn't really matter. All that did matter was that this mace looked stronger than the old one.

Seeing nothing else important, Chogar willed eye down the ramp into the main building. As it moved he noticed a hallway full of doors. Must be their living quarters, thought Chogar. Perhaps I should check and see if any of these Alliance scum are there.

Slowly, the green eye began to float down the hallway. Chogar noticed most of the doors were closed except for the one at the very end of the hallway that was opened a crack. When the eye got to the open door, Chogar positioned it so he could peek inside. White steam seemed to fill the room making it difficult for him to make anything out.

Chogar was about to leave when he thought he noticed movement within the steam. There's someone in here, he thought. If I am remembering correctly, the Alliance sent a puny Gnome here. This must be his lab where he makes Alliance weapons and such. I bet he is working on some new steam powered technology! With this intel, we will not be caught off guard and those fools will see that I am a superior leader!

As the eye moved forward, the image in the steam began to become clearer. As far as Chogar could tell, it was larger than the Gnome making him think that maybe it was in a harvester or some other kind of mechanized device. But that idea was squashed as he noticed that it was far too thin to be something like that.

Eventually he got close enough to make out what it was. It was the Night Elf. And she was naked. For a moment, Chogar began to wonder what the fel was going on. What kind of weapon required the user to be in the nude?

The Night Elf must have heard something or sensed that something else was in the room for she turned around. It was then that Chogar noticed her dripping wet form as she raised her arms to cover her breasts. She let out a scream as Chogar moved the eye downward, noticing the water that she was standing in.

"Bastard!" he heard her yell. "Fluffy, kill him!" Stepping out of the steam was what Chogar assumed was 'Fluffy.' Chogar had never seen anything like it. It seemed to have the body of a white bear or something akin to it. Yet its two heads seemed to resemble that of a wolf's. It growled at the eye, bearing its long white teeth.

Seeing that an attack was imminent, Chogar had the eye float like fel! It hovered down the corridor as fast as it could. As it did, Chogar noticed that there was a Gnome trying to carry a gear the size of its body down the same hallway. Seeing this, the eye turned the corner and found itself in what looked like a mess hall staring at the fat human mage whose mouth was full of bread and meat.

Seeing an opportunity, Chogar charged the eye right at the fat human as 'Fluffy' appeared right behind. The yellow robed human blinked in surprise, but did nothing as the eye flew above him causing Fluffy to run him down.

Chogar's spell was suddenly canceled as he felt a hard blow from behind causing him to fall face first in the dirt. When he turned his head to see what hit him, Chogar found himself staring at the Night Elf huntress dressed only in a towel, holding her bow in one hand.

"I'll show you how we deal with perverts around here," she growled.

-x-

Ten minutes later, Chogar found himself crawling back to the Warsong Lumber Mill with the bow halfway up his ass. Waiting for him was Artie who was somehow drinking without removing his mask.

"We had a vote," said Artie with a sigh. "I won, which means on top of my normal jobs I also have paperwork. Oh happy days."

"B-But I wasn't there," whined Chogar. "I demand a recount!"

"Not happening," said Artie as he walked behind Chogar. "We're not wasting anymore time. Now hold still."

"Don't-" began Chogar but was interrupted as he screamed as Artie pulled the bow out of his ass in one quick jerk.