*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 same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard.

To Centarius Killer: I am afraid that the blood pact took place somehow earlier then the start of this story. And it was secret, I think only Daemons, Ner'zhul and Gul'dan (and maybe some other members of the Shadow Council) knew of the event.

And I also think that there were frogs on Draenor, and if anyone thinks otherwise, than please inform me (with proof against the fact, of course).

Oh, and think of the warriors of the Burning Blades as of Blademasters of level from 3 to 10.

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Howl of the Frostwolves:

Chapter Six: The Chosen Clans.

The sea on Draenor was green, and the Sun was orange. And as the gigantic orange ball of flames slowly rose over the Sea of Skulls, a small frog jumped away from a fairly small river that entered the sea. As it jumped away from its home, it saw an unusual sight even for Draenor, as a white wolf, panting yet racing forwards jumped over the frog, causing it to quickly withdraw. The first wolf was followed by an even larger one. If the tiny creature was to look up towards the leather saddle, it would see another green skin, this one different in structure and size from the frog. This particular greenskin was covered in a Northern Wolf's fur.

The frog wasn't new to the large greenskins, who called themselves Orcs. It also was familiar to the fact that they often rode of wolves. But it never saw white wolves, and it was especially stunned, when more and more wolves and their raiders followed. The frog simply hoped away from them, not knowing that the history was being made.

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The massive, gargantuan creature advanced. Its size was overwhelming, and when it stepped, the ground around it trembled. It was the oddest creature, as it had light-blue skin, and it's most incredible trait: two heads! One of the heads had a singly horn on top of it, and only had one eye. The other head was two-eyed and had only a single braid of hair on top of its head. And both heads were independent, creating a hard dual personality.

Its companion was also a bit strange, but not even comparable to the two- headed giant. It wore black mithril armor, and a black cape and hood. Its eyes were red, and skin was green. Its body was wrinkled, yet the greenskin was younger to its mentor. One could make out a large stone staff with a red diamond on top of it.

They moved side by side, as sun set over the peninsula.

Finally, as they approached a large arc of stone guarded by several black- robed elderly Orcs, who sacrificed their youth for immortality and the dark magicks of the Twisted Nether, and dark-green Orc warriors, also dressed in mithril armor similar to their master's. These warriors were breeded and enhanced magically, to form Shadow Council's elite shock troops and bodyguards. They were only known as Yiriks, which could be roughly translated as "The Cursed Ones".

As Warlock Gul'dan overlooked the Dark Portal again, this time in sun light, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Behold, Cho'gall!" - He exclaimed to the Ogre Mage - "We have arrived!"

"Good! My clan will soon arrive here as well!" - exclaimed the two-eyed head. "Let's get on with this. What were we supposed to do here?" - asked the horned head.

Gul'dan apparently ignored the second head.

"We will have to wait for the other clans as well." - replied the warlock, closing his eyes for a brief moment, and then addressed the strongest of the dark-green Orcs - "Megtern! Is the portal ready?"

"Yes, my master, but what am I to do now?" - replied Megtern with more then usual angry tones in his voice.

"Now, now, my servant! I know that you are unable to wait for battle any longer, so I charge you with leading the new scout expedition to this world with some more of your accursed brethren." - Gul'dan smirked.

*Megtern and the other Yiriks are indeed the destruction machines they were meant to be! Their only true weakness is the lack of battles at the current time, and I must admit even I can not wait to send them to haunt the enemies!*

Gul'dan opened his mouth in a smile, revealing his large, yellow teeth.

"I am grateful, my master!" - Megtern was clearly pleased by the order - "I will not fail you! I will assemble and prepare my warriors right now!"

With that, the destructive warrior slowly walked away.

Cho'gall was failing terribly at hiding his impatience, but could not defy his mentor, even through the stupider head already began to whisper something ungrateful.

"The invasion shall soon begin, Cho'gall!" - Gul'dan turned around to his gargantuan pupil - "It shall begin as soon as all the chosen clans arrive!"

"It is obvious that Twilight Hammer clan will be amongst them, so we can bring the Holy Oblivion to this new world!" - retorted the ogre, with his one-eyed head simply nodding.

"Well otherwise, I wouldn't send a messenger to tell your clan to come here!" - The mithril-armored Warlock replied - "But you are not the only one I send forth to the new world!"

"First, of all, we of course take your Twilight Hammer clan, as well as my loyal spell casters that do not belong to no other clan" - the Shadow Councilor took the longer way of describing the Shadow Council in order to avoid having Cho'gall find out about the true ruling organ of the Orcs - "and of course, my faithful Yiriks."

*The Shadow Council indeed controls all the petty chieftains and their clans - and they don't even know it!*

The elderly Orc barely hid a smile which came to his scarred lips at the later thought.

"Then, we have the mighty Bonechewers, and the wise Shadowmoons." - Gul'dan wrinkled with anger when he mentioned his own clan - "yet Bonechewers are too shamanistic and too savage to control, while Shadowmoons are reigned by Ner'zhul, and might act as his agents in the new world. The same goes for the Laughing Skull, and Grom's Warsong Clan. The latter I regret, as Grom Hellscream and his warriors are intrigued with the blood of one of our demonic patron, specifically Mannoroth."

"Much of the Thunderlords are loyal to Ner'zhul as well, but some of their Warlocks and Necrolytes could be useful... I also took a special note of a particular warrior of theirs; he may and will be used later on..."

"What is his name?" - Half-whispered, half-hissed a tall necromancer.

"His name is Blackhand, oh Heth'nor Snakejaw" - Gul'dan was irritated by being interrupted so fast.

Nevertheless, he continued: "Then there is there is the Bleeding Hollow clan. They are also intrigued with Mannoroth's blood, and their leader, Kilrogg Deadeye is a seasoned fighter" - Gul'dan closed his eyes in pain of looking at the magical fiery rift before him - "And of course, the Burning Blade clan! They may be few, but they are the most powerful Orcish warriors ever, and they are the only clan which is more affected by Mannoroth's blood then the Warsong clan!"

*After all, slightly over ten skilled Burning Blade warriors manage to almost single handedly decimate a Draenei Army of three hundreds!*

"But what of Frostwolves?" - reminded him Snakejaw, a nightmare to his fellow Necrolytes and Warlocks, and secretly, to Gul'dan himself.

"Frostwolves are going there as well" - replied Gul'dan, opening his eyes - "for it is the perfect time and place to punish Durotan!"

"Very well, my master." - replied Cho'gall's horned head, while his more normal head agreed with a rather idiotic laughter - "As long as we get to crush the locals and the Frostwolves, he-he-he-he!"

"All of the chosen clans and individuals have been informed, and are supposed moving this way right now!" - Finished Gul'dan and turned away from the others - "Come Cho'gall! I think that your clan should be here any moment now!"

The gargantuan Ogre-Mage attempted to sunken his stomach, and once he failed, the chieftain of the Twilight Hammer Clan followed his master, shaking the ground once more, while the elderly Warlock was lost in his thoughts...