*Thoughts* "Speech" [Spells] 'Sounds'

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn. The rest is owned by Blizzard.

To randh13th: Thanks again! Oh, and Durotan is rather a mixture of a Far Seer and a Shaman - that's how I always imagined him.

To Dark Elk: I will consider your generous offer, and I have question: can I submit the story at your site part by part, I should I finish it first? And thank you very much for your kind comment as well!

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Howl of the Frostwolves:

Chapter Five - Before the Final March.

The gate. It was rather an arch of stone, with skulls and bones decorating it. Two torches were providing the light near the gate. to another world! And blue flame filled the vacuum under the Arch. A hooded person approached. Against it, stood another silhouette, with a red cape (the only thing distinguishable, since it was close to a torch).

"Greetings, my dark sorcerer!" - A deep voice proclaimed - "Have the scouts returned yet?"

"That they have, Master Gul'dan, that they have." - half-whispered the caped person - "yet a strange madness overtook them as they returned, an-"

"Silence!" - Interrupted the older warlock - "this madness is nothing to stop us! They were just too scared by the difference of that world!"

"But." - the other warlock muttered - "But our. I mean, your Horde will go insane!"

"It will not!" - Yelled Gul'dan and the caped warlock began shivering at the demonic powers of his master - "Don't you know, unworthy one, that no two Orcs are the same?! That some easily go insane and much of the others WILL not?! Our destiny lies there, can't you see?!" - He continued rather calmly - "And also, in the great numbers, the Horde won't be so frightened, and the Orcs will get used to the new world soon."

The elderly warlock turned around.

"Medivh promised me the greatest power ever in that world." - Gul'dan said somehow gently - "And the Horde was promised a new land to pillage."

"And this is the solution to the problem" - Gul'dan and the other Warlock said as one.

"I ask for forgiveness, my master." - spoke out the younger warlock.

"You are redeemed, underling" - Gul'dan barely hid his anger at the incompetence of his warlocks.

*Then again, they are easy to manipulate!*

If anyone was to see Gul'dan's face in the darkness, he would notice that the wrinkled old warlock has smirked at this thought.

*So easy to manipulate, just like the rest of the Horde...*

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After the treacherous attack, all went rather peacefully. As the last three giant mushrooms were left behind, Durotan, Greh'tor, and the other raiders decided to rest.

"Well, I told you that it will be fine!" - Durotan laughed - "but what are our casualties?" - He became more serious.

"Well, as long as I know, five of our brave warriors are no more, but your spell scared the attackers off!" - reported Greh'tor.

"Actually, we lost seven warriors" - the guttural voice of another raider was full of sorrow.

"I understand that it is hard for us to let go of our friends, but we are also lucky that so much survived." - Durotan's deep voice was also full of sorrow.

Everyone paused for a few moments, each one lost in his or her thoughts. They all commemorated the decay of their friends and companions.

"They shall never be forgotten" - said a She-Orc.

"You can trust me, Laturna, they will not fade away in our memories, as long as a Frostwolf lives" - replied Durotan.

"Wait!" - Greh'tor's voice cut in - "what about the other part of the clan?"

"They shall be here soon, for I sense them near!" - exclaimed Durotan.

"How can you sense them?" - asked a very confused Greh'tor.

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Not much time passed, as with a loud howl, several Frostwolf riders appeared.

Durotan opened his eyes and stood up. Despite his age, he still sustained his figure of the youth.

"Greetings, chieftain!" - Cried out one of the raiders - 'the rest of the Clan is almost here!'

"Good." - Durotan slowly spoke - "Are they tired?

"Not at all." - a calm voice of an armor clad Frostwolf champion replied - "We marched slowly most of the time, and they are ready to march to Hellfire Citadel right now!"

"Good, good" - again repeated the shaman - "we had our rest, but how did you get here so fast?"

"We ran and rode through the mushrooms in one line, and we saved our strength until then!" - Replied the champion - "The Clan is right behind us!"

With that, a She-Orc ran out.

"Welcome back, Draka" - smiled Durotan, and then said to the champion - "Thank you, Mer'shorn!"

Soon, more and more members of the clan, young and old, and of both genders have appeared. They came in with a noise, as the hundreds. no, wait, thousands marched out of the mushroom field. The noise has awakened the rest of the raiders. The final march is about to begin!

Durotan smiled, as the families were reunited. It was almost as in the days of his youth, when his father led the clan to the south during a terrible storm, and his people got separated, and only found each other at the south of their lands.

*Only now, the snow is missing, and the roles have changed - I am in place of my father, and Greh'tor. is in my place...*

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Once again, thank you, randh13th and Dark Elk.