Warchief was what he was now. Thrall gave him the title. He didn't want it. Nobody ever asked him if he wanted the command. He was already leader of the Darkspear why would he want more. Vol'jin sat on the Horde throne. It was warm in Grommash hold as it was in all of Durotar. It was mid summer. The festivities would start soon. This would be the first year Vol'jin couldn't enjoy it. Why me papa? Why was I given this? Why not Saurfang?
In the beginning Vol'jin enjoyed being Warchief. He started correcting all of Hellscream's policies and rooting out any officials that still held loyalties to Garrosh. Eventually though there were problems. Garrosh left no money in the Horde's coffers and he left behind a legacy. Not all of Garrosh's followers were captured. There had been five attempts on Vol'jin's life in only the first three weeks of his reign. Six months later and the attempts haven't stopped. Today Vol'jin will be having to speak with the remaining orc clan leaders. Alot of orcs don't kneel to a clan, but the majority do. The Frostwolf, Warsong, newly reformed Thunderlord, Bleeding Hollow, Burning Blade, Shadowmoon, Shattered Hand, and even the Blackrock clan's all form a council until a warlord is chosen to lead all the Horde orcs. The Frostwolf representative is Drek'Thar's helper Galvanger. Warsong is represented by the new chief Gargok Outrider. Thunderlord by Ormak Grimshot. Bleeding Hollow by Jorin Deadeye. Burning Blade by Arnak Fireblade. Shadowmoon by Marud. Shattered Hand by Gordul. Blackrock by Varok Saurfang.
The meeting that is to take place will elect a warlord to lead all clans and free orcs. Thrall, Eitrigg, and any of the other clan leaders. Eitrigg has taken a leading role in the clanless orcs lives with the blademasters. Even still with all this leadership the orcs aren't united as they were once. This meeting is extremely important to the Horde as a whole.
"Our people have been hurt recently. With Garrosh's actions the Orcish people are even more scrutinized than before. We leaders need to stand up and fight for our acceptance again." said Eitrigg in his deep orc voice. It was midday in Grommash hold where the orcs decided to have this meeting with Vol'jin overseeing it. It was hot, loud, and tiring. Twice already Vol'jin had caught himself looking out the window. I want to be out dere. With my raptor. Not in here. Hurry up orcs pick a damned leader. Vol'jin shook the anger away. Lately he had been having issues controlling his anger. Maybe he would go see Master Gadrin soon, but right now he needed to listen.
"I feel like we orcs don't have a capable leader. Perhaps we should keep this council as the orcish leaders." said Thrall
"ORCS BOW TO ONE, THRALL! WE BOW TO ONE LEADER WHO PROVES HIMSELF. We have need of a Warlord. We need one leader to lead us all. We are fractured right now. We need a representative." bellowed Chief Gargok. Thrall looked at Gargok with anger in his blue eyes.
"Arguing about it will do us no good. All who wants the title say I now and we shall have a vote after. Vol'jin will be the judge. said Varok. Vol'jin sat up in his throne at the mention of his name.
"Aye mon. I like dat way betta. All who want to be Warlord of the Orcs say I." said Vol'jin. One hand went up. Ronakada the Blademaster and leader of the remaining blademasters was the owner of the hand. When he saw no other hands went up he quickly put his down. "No other wants the title? Thrall, Saurfang, Eitrigg?"
Saurfang looked around and then raised his hand. Eitrigg looked old and defeated. Thrall looked sad.
"I wasn't ever too good at leading. I'll leave that up to a better orc." said Eitrigg with a smile that was half sad half relieving. Thrall still looked miserable. Vol'jin knew why. All these orcs were expecting Thrall to take the lead again, but Thrall still felt some apprehension about his decision to give Garrosh the mantle.
"Will you all excuse me and Thrall for a moment?" asked Vol'jin. Everybody nodded and Vol'jin gestured for Thrall to follow him. They walked back into Vol'jin's bedchamber. "Brotha, What your problem be mon. Dey want you as leader. None will be chosen over you." pleaded Vol'jin.
"They won't have me Vol'jin, That is final. I made too many mistakes as Warchief. I will not do so again." Thrall sat as he said this and poured some grog into a cup.
"Mon can't you see dat they don't care. You have grown wiser in these past years. Also you wont have all the power. I'll still be over you. I can stop your bad decisions." Vol'jin laughed at his joke. Thrall looked up and smiled, but it was quickly gone.
"My leadership lead to Carnie's death and brought dishonor on the Horde. This will only bring disaster." Thrall had a sad look.
"Bah! Brotha go out there and claim the title you were given by Doomhamma. If you don't I fear that boy Ronakada will be given the title. Nobody wants that!"
"Well Vol'jin if I were to do that you would be displaced" Thrall smiled. Vol'jin looked surprised then laughed at the joke.
"Aye mon. I only meant in the leading of the orcs. Even though I wouldn't hate to go back to my people."
"We all want to go back to our homes. I don't even know where mine is anymore. I was son of Durotan and now I don't even lead my clan. I'm lost Vol'jin. I'm just so lost. These wars we have won, but they have taken everything else except our lives." Thrall started to tear up. Vol'jin went to his surrogate brother.
"Mon you got two children and a wife. You gotta home. It be here with your people. Leading them with your family by your side. You are da Horde. I need you in Orgrimmar." Thrall stiffened then and stood.
"You are right Vol'jin. Thank you friend. Let's go put this to rights" said Thrall as he was already walking out of the door and back into the throne room. As Thrall and Vol'jin walked back into the room they could hear arguing.
"You vile bastard. You shouldn't be allowed here at all! Warlock filth!" Gargok yelled at Arnak.
"You are off the Warsong clan and you speak of honor!" yelled back Arnak. Gargok got up and pulled his two war axes out. Arnak picked up his staff and readied for battle.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" yelled Thrall as he got in between them. "We will hasten this vote so we can all get away from each other. All who want to lead raise your hands." Ronakada raised his hand again. Saurfang looked expectantly at Thrall who shared a glance at his friend. Saurfang nodded and Thrall shot up his hand with the doomhammer in his grasp. A cheer went up from all except Ronakada and Arnak. Thrall! Thrall! Thrall!
"I guess dat be the end of dis den. All of you go back to your duties. Drall will be with you all shortly I am sure. Warlord Thrall, Saurfang, and Eitrigg stay here." Vol'jin laid back into the throne as the orc leaders and their people left. Vol'jin let out a long sigh when they were finally all gone.
"Long day indeed friend." said Varok as the three orcs sat on chairs strewn around the room. The only people in the room other than the troll and the orcs were the Siame Quashi bodyguards of Vol'jin. Vol'jin looked around at his closest friends and advisors. Dis peace will be short last my friends. As storm is coming I can feel it in my bones. Dey be shaking.
"We must start talking about the reorganization of the armies of the Horde." said Saurfang. "Without a plan the armies are spread out and random. We need a central organization."
"I be with you Saurfang. We should recall all top officers and redistribute warrants and commissions." said Vol'jin with a gesture to one of his guards to fetch some paper and a quill, But before the guard could come back with the paper another guard came running in.
"Warchief, There be a forsaken outside. He be asking for your time. He says it's urgent." Vol'jin stood and nodded. The guard ran back out and came back in a few moments later with the Forsaken. The forsaken was a in leather armor and had two knives on his belt.
"What is so urgent, friend" said Vol'jin
"Warchief, I have news on a certain person. A person that if in Alliance hands will start another war, but in our hands could be used to submit the Alliance. I know where Calia Menethil is."