The March
Border between the Barrens and Ashenvale Forest
The Orc forces marched into the thick forest of Ashenvale. Peons steadily walked inside their line, while the grunts and raiders were along with them. Several kodo beasts carried their stuffs. At the rear of the band, several Taurens were keeping their eye, cautious to any marauders. Above, the wyvern riders kept their sights upon the march. On the top of a hill, a tall, gruffy orc watched them. His arms were folded on the chest. The long, curved blade rested on his back. However, the band kept marching without any complaints.
Kargil Bloodfang noticed that Ogres, Trolls and Goblins have joined them. The two-headed Ogres were ceaselessly complaining about the travel. Not far from them, Troll Berserkers, Headhunters, Witchdoctors and Shadow Priests walked in slow pace. The Trolls from Northern Lordaeron had joined them in order to continue the previous relationship during the Second War. Despite their violent nature, they were eager to learn about the value of courage and honor.the Horde's ancient norms. That was why the Horde welcomed them.
However, the Blademaster felt uncomfortable to have the Shadow Priests among them. Those magik-wielding Trolls came from the Troll hero who had been known as Zuljin. The Shadow Priests' magik were related closely with Warlocks, though not demonic in nature. Some had against the idea of hiring these creatures. But the Warchief had decided to accept them as long as they won't practice the demonic magic. Their skills might be useful for the Horde.
Then his attention was turned to another hill at the right side. The Warchief Thrall has sent one of his trusted Farseers, Grothak the Look Eye to supervise the movement. Kargil didn't see him for an hour ago. He jumped to the nearest rock, and then hopped like a rabbit. In a minute, the Blademaster had reached the hill. He started to climb the rocky wall, as his fingers hold tightly. As he climbs, Kargil remembered the practice, which his father had told him.
His father was a renowned blademaster during The Second War, serving as the Horde's best commander. However, he'd died during the last attempt of the Horde against the Human Alliance. The Alliance, composed of human, elven and dwarven kingdom, managed to stand off against them. The most sickening fact was Gul'dan, the nefarious warlock, betrayed the Orcs. The traitor had paid his treachery by giving off his head to Doomhammer, yet the revenge was bittersweet as the Horde routed by the Alliance. They couldn't even return to Draenor, because the Black Portal had been destroyed by human spellcasters.
Then Thrall, a young orc raised by human, came and rediscovered their true heritage. After stunning victory against the human overlords, he had reunited the Horde again and proclaimed as the Warchief with blessing of the late Orgim Doomhammer. Ten months ago, the Warchief had ordered them to move from Lordaeron. Using the stolen human ships, they went to West and crashed at land of Kalimdor. With an exceptional persuasion, Thrall managed to persuade the Taurens, the only friendly inhabitants of the land to join them. As a result, the Horde became strong. Kargil knew the only Tauren in their band was Hurim Earthshake. Many said that Hurim was the first cousin of Cairne Bloodhoof, the revered Tauren Chieftain. Like his cousin, the Tauren was a wise and formidable warrior. The Blademaster was glad to have such people around.
A week ago, Thrall had sent his blood brother, Grom Hellscream to prepare a permanent base at Ashenvale Forest. Grudgingly, Grom obeyed and brought the Warsong Clan to open the forest. The Warchief himself went to Stonetalon Peak to look for the Oracle. Since the forest was so vast, Grom had ordered the other clans to scatter and scout the remaining area. But Kargil knew the reason why he dispersed the clans; Hellscream didn't like to be observed by the Farseers. Lest, they would have reported him to the Warchief. Grothak was displeased, yet he obeyed by went to southeast. In a few minutes, the young Blademaster have arrived on top of the hill. Quickly, he spotted a large wolf lying on the ground. The well-carved wooden chair rested on the beast's back. When he walked toward the wolf, Kargil swore he could hear a snore came from the chair. Smiling, he went into Wind Walk, which allowed his body invisible. However, as he walked closer the grunted, old voice spoke,
"Bloodfang, it wasn't polite to sneak behind an elderly people," The Blademaster surprised, and reveal himself immediately. The wolf turned on him and showed an old, wizened orc sat at the wooden chair. His eyes were floppy as he just awoke. His dirty white beard was braided.
"Grothak, I thought you were asleep!" Kargil laughed, "I didn't see you for an hour, that's why I come to look for you." The Farseer only fumed when he heard the young orc's joke,
"Nonsense, there was no such thing like asleep for Grothak Lookeye," then he turned to the forest behind Kargil and yelled, "Hurim! Come out, you old oaf! I knew you were hiding there," The ground started to shake as the huge Tauren came out from the forest. Hurim Earthshake almost looks like a typical Tauren, except he was carrying 2 huge totems behind his back. His white hair braided along with the black strands. The huge horns on his head look menacing; yet he spoke with a subdued voice,
"Old orc," Hurim said, "No wonder you were called 'Lookeye'! Even in sleep, you were lookout of everything," The Tauren's word made Kargil chuckled. It was no secret that Grothak's only vice was sleep. Even, his fellow Farseers jokingly called him 'Sleep Eye'.
Grothak grumbled, "Very funny, Hurim! However, I was lucky that two of you came here! Our band should stopped here!" Suddenly, the Blademaster and Tauren became so attentive, awaiting his order.
"Hurim, tell the commander to stop and prepare to build a base here!" The Tauren chieftain nodded and quickly strode through the forest, and left them alone. Kargil turned to the Farseer, and saw the older orc's face turned somber,
"Was there something disturbed you, Elder?" the Blademaster asked with concern. Then Grothak turned on him, his face softened a bit.
"I saw a bad omen in this land, something terrible would come upon us," The Farseer sighed, "The demons have returned to do their unfinished work." Kargil clenched his teeth upon hearing the explanation. The Burning Legion! The one who had corrupted the Horde with bloodlust, prodding them to invade human's world. Before he had a chance to speak, Grothak has given him an order,
"Bloodfang, order the grunts to keep eye of our surrounding! The land was foreign to us, so there might be some danger around!" the Blademaster nodded, after hearing Grothak's instruction, "By the way, warn the peons to avoid trees with some light around it." The last instruction made him frowned,
"Don't ask! Just do it, and our lives here might be longer than you expected," Realized that no use to question his order, Kargil nodded only before he went out. Then the Farseer turned to look upon the beautiful forest. He noticed a large crow flew above him. The bird went to northern part of the forest, where the majestic Mount Hyjal stood amidst the thick forest. Grothak smiled only, when he saw it
"Do what you wanted to do, my friend," he whispered, "Soon, we'll see each other."
Note: The story was set up between "The Cry of the Warsong" and "The Spirits of Ashenvale" If you noticed that the Blademaster's name is not Japanese-like (like in 'Warcraft III), I'm apologize for that. Anyway, just keep in touch later. Next story would be about the most mysterious and recluse race, the Night Elves. (
Border between the Barrens and Ashenvale Forest
The Orc forces marched into the thick forest of Ashenvale. Peons steadily walked inside their line, while the grunts and raiders were along with them. Several kodo beasts carried their stuffs. At the rear of the band, several Taurens were keeping their eye, cautious to any marauders. Above, the wyvern riders kept their sights upon the march. On the top of a hill, a tall, gruffy orc watched them. His arms were folded on the chest. The long, curved blade rested on his back. However, the band kept marching without any complaints.
Kargil Bloodfang noticed that Ogres, Trolls and Goblins have joined them. The two-headed Ogres were ceaselessly complaining about the travel. Not far from them, Troll Berserkers, Headhunters, Witchdoctors and Shadow Priests walked in slow pace. The Trolls from Northern Lordaeron had joined them in order to continue the previous relationship during the Second War. Despite their violent nature, they were eager to learn about the value of courage and honor.the Horde's ancient norms. That was why the Horde welcomed them.
However, the Blademaster felt uncomfortable to have the Shadow Priests among them. Those magik-wielding Trolls came from the Troll hero who had been known as Zuljin. The Shadow Priests' magik were related closely with Warlocks, though not demonic in nature. Some had against the idea of hiring these creatures. But the Warchief had decided to accept them as long as they won't practice the demonic magic. Their skills might be useful for the Horde.
Then his attention was turned to another hill at the right side. The Warchief Thrall has sent one of his trusted Farseers, Grothak the Look Eye to supervise the movement. Kargil didn't see him for an hour ago. He jumped to the nearest rock, and then hopped like a rabbit. In a minute, the Blademaster had reached the hill. He started to climb the rocky wall, as his fingers hold tightly. As he climbs, Kargil remembered the practice, which his father had told him.
His father was a renowned blademaster during The Second War, serving as the Horde's best commander. However, he'd died during the last attempt of the Horde against the Human Alliance. The Alliance, composed of human, elven and dwarven kingdom, managed to stand off against them. The most sickening fact was Gul'dan, the nefarious warlock, betrayed the Orcs. The traitor had paid his treachery by giving off his head to Doomhammer, yet the revenge was bittersweet as the Horde routed by the Alliance. They couldn't even return to Draenor, because the Black Portal had been destroyed by human spellcasters.
Then Thrall, a young orc raised by human, came and rediscovered their true heritage. After stunning victory against the human overlords, he had reunited the Horde again and proclaimed as the Warchief with blessing of the late Orgim Doomhammer. Ten months ago, the Warchief had ordered them to move from Lordaeron. Using the stolen human ships, they went to West and crashed at land of Kalimdor. With an exceptional persuasion, Thrall managed to persuade the Taurens, the only friendly inhabitants of the land to join them. As a result, the Horde became strong. Kargil knew the only Tauren in their band was Hurim Earthshake. Many said that Hurim was the first cousin of Cairne Bloodhoof, the revered Tauren Chieftain. Like his cousin, the Tauren was a wise and formidable warrior. The Blademaster was glad to have such people around.
A week ago, Thrall had sent his blood brother, Grom Hellscream to prepare a permanent base at Ashenvale Forest. Grudgingly, Grom obeyed and brought the Warsong Clan to open the forest. The Warchief himself went to Stonetalon Peak to look for the Oracle. Since the forest was so vast, Grom had ordered the other clans to scatter and scout the remaining area. But Kargil knew the reason why he dispersed the clans; Hellscream didn't like to be observed by the Farseers. Lest, they would have reported him to the Warchief. Grothak was displeased, yet he obeyed by went to southeast. In a few minutes, the young Blademaster have arrived on top of the hill. Quickly, he spotted a large wolf lying on the ground. The well-carved wooden chair rested on the beast's back. When he walked toward the wolf, Kargil swore he could hear a snore came from the chair. Smiling, he went into Wind Walk, which allowed his body invisible. However, as he walked closer the grunted, old voice spoke,
"Bloodfang, it wasn't polite to sneak behind an elderly people," The Blademaster surprised, and reveal himself immediately. The wolf turned on him and showed an old, wizened orc sat at the wooden chair. His eyes were floppy as he just awoke. His dirty white beard was braided.
"Grothak, I thought you were asleep!" Kargil laughed, "I didn't see you for an hour, that's why I come to look for you." The Farseer only fumed when he heard the young orc's joke,
"Nonsense, there was no such thing like asleep for Grothak Lookeye," then he turned to the forest behind Kargil and yelled, "Hurim! Come out, you old oaf! I knew you were hiding there," The ground started to shake as the huge Tauren came out from the forest. Hurim Earthshake almost looks like a typical Tauren, except he was carrying 2 huge totems behind his back. His white hair braided along with the black strands. The huge horns on his head look menacing; yet he spoke with a subdued voice,
"Old orc," Hurim said, "No wonder you were called 'Lookeye'! Even in sleep, you were lookout of everything," The Tauren's word made Kargil chuckled. It was no secret that Grothak's only vice was sleep. Even, his fellow Farseers jokingly called him 'Sleep Eye'.
Grothak grumbled, "Very funny, Hurim! However, I was lucky that two of you came here! Our band should stopped here!" Suddenly, the Blademaster and Tauren became so attentive, awaiting his order.
"Hurim, tell the commander to stop and prepare to build a base here!" The Tauren chieftain nodded and quickly strode through the forest, and left them alone. Kargil turned to the Farseer, and saw the older orc's face turned somber,
"Was there something disturbed you, Elder?" the Blademaster asked with concern. Then Grothak turned on him, his face softened a bit.
"I saw a bad omen in this land, something terrible would come upon us," The Farseer sighed, "The demons have returned to do their unfinished work." Kargil clenched his teeth upon hearing the explanation. The Burning Legion! The one who had corrupted the Horde with bloodlust, prodding them to invade human's world. Before he had a chance to speak, Grothak has given him an order,
"Bloodfang, order the grunts to keep eye of our surrounding! The land was foreign to us, so there might be some danger around!" the Blademaster nodded, after hearing Grothak's instruction, "By the way, warn the peons to avoid trees with some light around it." The last instruction made him frowned,
"Don't ask! Just do it, and our lives here might be longer than you expected," Realized that no use to question his order, Kargil nodded only before he went out. Then the Farseer turned to look upon the beautiful forest. He noticed a large crow flew above him. The bird went to northern part of the forest, where the majestic Mount Hyjal stood amidst the thick forest. Grothak smiled only, when he saw it
"Do what you wanted to do, my friend," he whispered, "Soon, we'll see each other."
Note: The story was set up between "The Cry of the Warsong" and "The Spirits of Ashenvale" If you noticed that the Blademaster's name is not Japanese-like (like in 'Warcraft III), I'm apologize for that. Anyway, just keep in touch later. Next story would be about the most mysterious and recluse race, the Night Elves. (