Growth… A tree grows slowly into a mighty oak, calm, strong, and consistent. Indeed, this is how we have grown. We are about two months old, and we are 75 members strong. Many of them are very active, very unique people, who are willing to go the extra mile for the Clan and its members. We banded together to do many feats, and we soon would attempt do crush the Scarlet Monastery together. Being together with my brothers made a smile conquer my face, no matter what we did. But the best thrill we ever got was banding together to fight the Alliance. Many a times I howled out in pain in the Stranglethorn Vale, and Anoa or another came to my aid. In this same vein, I heard the screams of Lioniduz through my guildstone—coming to his aid, we slew the Alliance who had attacked him. Brothers of the Horde and of the Clan, there was no better glory. Pride is something that we in the Clan held dear, and though much pride was squandered at the blades of the Alliance, we always pulled through when just one brother put in his sword to defend… there is something about being with someone you love that makes you protect them all the more, and that is what made us so strong. We grew closer together in battle, stronger by each man felled, like a blade folded over and over… through trial and tribulation, and a thousand encounters, we pulled through and got stronger. Someone I met not too long ago said to me, "I've heard a great deal about the Clan…" And this is what I hope to achieve. There are many guilds in our world that are large and strong—the Loyal, One Tribe, and especially Rutilus Luna… It is my dream to be so strong that we could defeat them in Arena Battles. I would love to pit the roots of the Clan against a strong band of brothers like ourselves—if not for reasons of morals or ideals, for the call of blood and battle. There is nothing like the rush of fighting one whom you know has the capability of killing you. The rush of battle envelops you, takes you in, reaching a point where you don't care if you die, don't care for defeat, as long as you can get in one more strike. War is a beautiful thing, and gets better only if you have a reason to fight. This is why orcs were born for war… we have the mindset of the warrior, something most Alliance and even some Horde do not understand. The mindset I hold I beat into the souls of my House members, which numbered as many as the scars on my back…I never had much luck with rogues.
We grew a lot over those times. More importantly, we grew stronger over them. Banded together, whom can destroy us? None but God himself. We shall take our campaign to the Black Temple, and one day…
…to Northrend.