Of Rend Fate: Orkwar glanced around the corner, the Alliance were still coming.
There were 3 of them. Orkwar heard the Hunter call to his pet in Darnassian. Orkwar spoke little of the language but knew the sounds.
He glanced back around the corner. The Human had disappeared. The pet for the Hunter was a translucent cat. It sniffed in his direction. He watched long enough to see the Hunter notch an arrow.
“Here kitty, kitty,” Orkwar mumbled. “Good kitty.”
Here, at the Ruins of Isildien, Orkwar prepped himself for battle.
Pulling both axes, he felt the rage within him bubble in his blood. With a roar, he threw himself away from the corner, towards the Hunter and Warlock and landed on the translucent cat. Both axes came down, whistling in the air. Hitting the cat, a splash of blood doused Orkwar’s armor, a bit of black and red on the gleaming surface. The Lock began her incantation as the Hunter let his first arrows fly.
Orkwar felt the first layers of curses embed in his skin. With another roar, he sprinted to the Hunter.
Stay in close to him, he thought. His axes became whirling blades of death, striking both the Hunter and the Lock. His left hand concentrated on deflecting the quick strikes of the Hunter while his right worked to find a way past the defenses. The cat clawed at his back, raking new scratches in the Armor.
The Lock began his incantations for fear. With the rage boiling inside, Orkwar released another roar, sending echoes across the Ruins of Isildien.
Orkwar struck low on the Hunter, dropping him to the ground and sprinted to the Lock. Through the paper armor she wore, Orkwar’s axes ate like fire. Again, spinning with fury, he struck out again and again when he suddenly felt his body go slack.
The Succubus had appeared from stealth and was calling to Orkwar. He heard her calls and had stopped to listen. The world stopped for him. In the back of his mind, he saw the Hunter and Lock backing away, the cat returning to the Hunter’s side.
It was then that the Rogue hit Orkwar like a pissed off Devilsaur. Orkwar awoke from the seduction of the Succubus’ call and gasped for breath. The Rogue dodged and thrust, slipping his daggers under Orkwar’s armor. Over and over again, the Rogue attacked. Orkwar kept trying to raise his defense but the rogues was too quick – always finding just the right places to strike.
Feeling his blood drain out, Orkwar thought, Killed by a Rogue while listening to a pretty woman call me – guess I could do worse.
He finally got his chance when one of the Rogues blows glanced off of his Armor. Spinning around, Orkwar hung his axe and pulled his shield. Behind the gargantuan wall of mithril, he summoned the last of his strength for a final stand.
One quick cut and the rogue lost his hold on his main weapon, dropping the dagger to the ground. Orkwar bellowed again and the Rogue stumbled at the force of it. Orkwar slammed his shield into the face of the stumbling Rogue and in one movement, swung his shield back to his back and pulled his offhand axe again.
Out of the corner of his eye, Orkwar saw the Hunter and Lock begin anew their death from afar.
With reckless abandon, Orkwar slashed cross-handed across the Rogue’s chest then straight down both legs. He felt the Hunter’s arrows pelting his armor and knew that this fight was almost over for him. Hitting an artery in the Rogue’s leg, a geyser of blood erupted. It sprayed the Armor encasing Orkwar, tinting him red from head to toe. Having brought his axes down, Orkwar reversed their direction and exploded upwards. With the axe faces pointed to the sky, he struck the Rogue under the jaw with both blades and bellowed his fury.
Seeing the executed body of their friend explode before them renewed their strength. The Hunter released an Arcane shot, blasting Orkwar in his right shoulder, tossing him to the side. The Lock stepped forward and began gathering shadows in his hands for the final shadowbolt.
Orkwar stumbled to his knees and turned to face the remaining two. Consciousness was fading and the dark was taking over the edges of his vision. With one last shout, he caused both of his attackers to pause.
The Hunter chuckled and picked his bow when the suddenly his face went slack. His cat paused to look at his master. The Lock, in front of the Hunter, noticed nothing and instead charge up another spell.
From the shadows, a Blood Elf appeared behind the Lock, silencing him instantly. She moved with a vengeance, striking all the major organs in seconds. The Lock let out a howl and the Blood Elf paused for a second. The Succubus turned to move in when, from beneath her leather mask, the Blood Elf calmly said, “Bash’a no falor talah.” Her blades reached for the Lock’s neck and, with ease, severed her head.
Orkwar suddenly felt a glow within him. A flash of light enveloped his body and he felt his wounds close instantly. He was not fully healed but remarkably better. He had felt it before – there was a paladin close by.
She was armored from head to toe and radiating pure, white, holy fury. Pulling a great hammer from her side, she calmly walked up to Orkwar.
“Rest easy, friend orc,” she said. “Rend Fate is here.”
The Hunter twitched, beginning to recover from his state. His cat charged the Paladin. She swung her hammer, stunning the beast and proceeded to call down hell on the animal. Working close in range, the ground glowed and burned the beasts flesh from its paws. All the while, the Paladin moved around the hapless animal, righteous fury spilling forth from her hammer.
The Rogue had turned her attention to the Hunter. Disappearing in a cloud of smoke, she reappeared at his side. Before he had even strung a single arrow, she had severed the tendons in his right shoulder, then worked to his legs, toppling him to the ground.
The Paladin struck the cat in a final upward blow, sending the beast sprawling to land twenty meters away. The golden aura on the ground subsided and she turned to the downed Hunter.
“Are you going to finish it, Shel?” she asked.
The Rogue looked to the Paladin then back at the Hunter. “I was actually thinking of leaving him for the rest of the Alliance, Linaran. As a message.”
“Do what you wish. I will see to the Orc.”
The Rogue continued to stare at the Hunter. She leaned in close, her beautiful face calm, her eyes pouring their greenish vapor. She whispered to the Hunter, in Thalassian, “You cannot fully understand me but you will understand my meaning. We are the Horde. We are Rend Fate. Tell all that you know that we will tolerate no Alliance attacking Horde at any time, in any place.” Her voice lowered as she leaned close to the Hunter’s ear and whispered again, “We are Rend Fate.”
With that, she stood and walked back to the Paladin squatting next to Orkwar. The Hunter struggled on his last good leg to stand. Failing that, he made his way up to all fours and began to slink away, crawling with his one good arm and leg.
“Greetings Orc, I am Linaran of Rend Fate,” the Paladin said. “My friend here is Shelandria.”
The Rogue waved to Orkwar. Looking at the two, Orkwar spoke, “I am Orkwar of the Warsong clan. I am in debt to you for my life.”
Shelandria chuckled, “We hold no debts for members of the Horde. Especially one where killing Alliance are concerned.”
Linaran nodded, “Lie still for a moment and let me tend your wounds.” She stood back as Orkwar rested upon his knees. Pulling from the Light, Linaran began to glow again.
“Show-off,” muttered Shelandria with a smile.
The glow radiated from Linaran and passed through Orkwar’s body. Instantly he felt new. Reborn. He stood and inspected his armor. The blood had caked to it and he was still tinged in red.
“The healing doesn’t do much for cleaning up,” Linaran said, “but it sure makes the pain go away.”
“That it does, Blood Elf,” Orkwar agreed.
The three stood for a moment trading glances. The shockwave that rippled over them from the direction of the Hunter caused them the staggered.
“Haha! Did you SEE THAT!?” a voice called. The three turned and saw the crater nearly six meters in diameter.
A Blood Elf blinked into existence by the three and said, “Boy, that Hunter was weird. It was like he was sniffing the ground or something. I felt you guys call on the stone and when I got here, he was poking around near you. I’ve never had such a great opportunity for a Pyroblast test so I thought I’d take advantage of an unaware target.”
Linaran turned from the newcomer to Orkwar and said, “This is Casivixia.”
As if just taking in notice of the surroundings, Casivixia said, “So I guess the fight’s over? Phooey.” She pouted in a way only a Blood Elf could.
Shelandria grinned, “There’s always more Alliance, Casi. To Stranglethorn Vale?”
Casivixia nodded and turned to Orkwar, “Does he wanna tag along?”
Orkwar grinned, baring his tusks beneath his helmet. He grabbed his shield, slung it to his back and pulled his axes from where they lied. Hefting them in his massive hands, he squeezed and felt his new strength.
“Absolutely.” Looking to Shelandria, he added, “For the Horde. For Rend Fate.”
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
For Rend Fate (RP intro)
I posted the following on my Guild's website, but I think I'd make one here too.
Name: Orkwar
Race: Orc
Clan: Warsong
Class: Warrior
Professions: Mining/ Skinning
Current Home: His Armor.
Age: 26 years
Brief Physical Description: Armor is always immaculate. It is not unused, as it is worn but it is pristine condition from care. He has many scars and red eyes. It is his Armor that is his real appearance.
Brief Personality Description: Loud and brash, sometimes bordering on rude. This is not from his lack of caring but more from his single-mindedness. When he makes a vow or is determined, he won't be stopped and it is just better, generally, to let the snake bite him or the fire burn him for him to figure out. He can be playful - kinda like a gorilla with an expensive china doll playful - so be mindful.
Goals and motivation: Instinctively, and because of his upbringing, Orkwar knows about fighting and that's it. He does not care of the why. If someone says they are his friend, they are. If he is told by someone he trusts that there is an enemy, there is. Deep down, however, there is a thirst for knowledge at wanting to know MORE about the WHYS of things and not just follow blindly. Since his journey to Outland, Orkwar has begun broadening his mind as well by joining with the Aldor because their cause felt right.
Are you passionate about the war?: Orkwar views his life through war. Each time he survives, he grows. If he is defeated, he learns and comes back for the next round. He is on one side, his friends with him and the opponents are everyone else. He will lead the charge and direct blunt force trauma where needed.
-On the Alliance: He understands the need for "peaceful negotiation." For him, it can mean talking to an understandable conclusion or using blunt instruments instead of pointy ones. However, being of the Warsong clan, he harbors ill-will towards Night Elves.
-On the Tauren and Troll: He sees them as brothers. They are his equals.
-On the Forsaken: In the beginning, Orkwar saw them as Scourge. He did not know of the difference until he was told by announcement from Thrall, after which, he viewed them as brothers. He harbors no ill-will towards Forsaken.
-On the Blood Elves: He knows little of them. He understands they are single-minded but that in itself is not bad. He has been to their city. He has seen the Naaru there. He believes Blood Elves to be misguided in their treatment of the Naaru, especially after learning more from the Naaru in Shattrath, A’dal. To Orkwar, Blood Elves are like an especially dangerous and meticulously designed dagger, except that the hilt is a blade as well.
Story: Orkwar has seen 9,500 sunrises. Watching his newest one he smiles inwardly to himself as he stares at the Outland sky.
That number is going to increase much faster with two suns, he thinks to himself.
He gazes across the plains of Hellfire Peninsula and breathes in the air. It smells of brimstone, sulphur, magic and grass. He still has not figured out where the last comes from as there is no grass in Hellfire.
It must blow in from Shattrath though it does not smell of jungle. Soon enough, I’ll see more. Soon enough.
As the first of the sun’s rays (the smaller sun) appear in the sky, Orkwar stands. The plains of Hellfire are alive, as barren as they seem from when he stepped through the Dark Portal.
“The boars must eat fire,” Orkwar chuckles to himself.
He stands atop the Citadel, his shield on his back and his axe at his side. The crushed bodies of the Fel Orcs who guard the entrance to the Ramparts are behind him. Their blood still glows from their partaking of Mannoroth’s venom as it runs down the side of the Citadel walls.
Banee shifts from his cat form and says, “Today will be a good day, Orkwar. A good day. I thank you for your assistance. May the Earthmother guide you.”
“You deserve the thanks, my friend,” Orkwar responds.
“One of these days I’ll discover your penchant for watching sunrises,” Banee says. “Until then, stay safe.”
Orkwar looks at the druid, “Aka’Magosh.”
With that, Banee’s skin distorts again and he becomes a cheetah. He sprints up the walkway, past the stone and towards Thrallmar looking for his next adventure.
Orkwar smiles inwardly. The sun represented the Horde’s rebirth. He did not remember much of the time before coming to Durotar, it was as if a fog was constantly on his memory. But always, through that fog, the strands of sunlight from each sunrise pierced his mind and told him to watch – as if something magical was happening.
He was raised by Orcs, he remembered that. He remembers their viciousness, the wars with the humans, the loss, and the camps. He remembers all of those things but they mean nothing to him. They only gave him scars on his physical body.
He was born anew with the rising of the Horde. Thrall had given them all, Taurens, Trolls, Forsaken and even Blood Elf, something more to fight for. He had given them hope that they could experience another sunrise.
Name: Orkwar
Race: Orc
Clan: Warsong
Class: Warrior
Professions: Mining/ Skinning
Current Home: His Armor.
Age: 26 years
Brief Physical Description: Armor is always immaculate. It is not unused, as it is worn but it is pristine condition from care. He has many scars and red eyes. It is his Armor that is his real appearance.
Brief Personality Description: Loud and brash, sometimes bordering on rude. This is not from his lack of caring but more from his single-mindedness. When he makes a vow or is determined, he won't be stopped and it is just better, generally, to let the snake bite him or the fire burn him for him to figure out. He can be playful - kinda like a gorilla with an expensive china doll playful - so be mindful.
Goals and motivation: Instinctively, and because of his upbringing, Orkwar knows about fighting and that's it. He does not care of the why. If someone says they are his friend, they are. If he is told by someone he trusts that there is an enemy, there is. Deep down, however, there is a thirst for knowledge at wanting to know MORE about the WHYS of things and not just follow blindly. Since his journey to Outland, Orkwar has begun broadening his mind as well by joining with the Aldor because their cause felt right.
Are you passionate about the war?: Orkwar views his life through war. Each time he survives, he grows. If he is defeated, he learns and comes back for the next round. He is on one side, his friends with him and the opponents are everyone else. He will lead the charge and direct blunt force trauma where needed.
-On the Alliance: He understands the need for "peaceful negotiation." For him, it can mean talking to an understandable conclusion or using blunt instruments instead of pointy ones. However, being of the Warsong clan, he harbors ill-will towards Night Elves.
-On the Tauren and Troll: He sees them as brothers. They are his equals.
-On the Forsaken: In the beginning, Orkwar saw them as Scourge. He did not know of the difference until he was told by announcement from Thrall, after which, he viewed them as brothers. He harbors no ill-will towards Forsaken.
-On the Blood Elves: He knows little of them. He understands they are single-minded but that in itself is not bad. He has been to their city. He has seen the Naaru there. He believes Blood Elves to be misguided in their treatment of the Naaru, especially after learning more from the Naaru in Shattrath, A’dal. To Orkwar, Blood Elves are like an especially dangerous and meticulously designed dagger, except that the hilt is a blade as well.
Story: Orkwar has seen 9,500 sunrises. Watching his newest one he smiles inwardly to himself as he stares at the Outland sky.
That number is going to increase much faster with two suns, he thinks to himself.
He gazes across the plains of Hellfire Peninsula and breathes in the air. It smells of brimstone, sulphur, magic and grass. He still has not figured out where the last comes from as there is no grass in Hellfire.
It must blow in from Shattrath though it does not smell of jungle. Soon enough, I’ll see more. Soon enough.
As the first of the sun’s rays (the smaller sun) appear in the sky, Orkwar stands. The plains of Hellfire are alive, as barren as they seem from when he stepped through the Dark Portal.
“The boars must eat fire,” Orkwar chuckles to himself.
He stands atop the Citadel, his shield on his back and his axe at his side. The crushed bodies of the Fel Orcs who guard the entrance to the Ramparts are behind him. Their blood still glows from their partaking of Mannoroth’s venom as it runs down the side of the Citadel walls.
Banee shifts from his cat form and says, “Today will be a good day, Orkwar. A good day. I thank you for your assistance. May the Earthmother guide you.”
“You deserve the thanks, my friend,” Orkwar responds.
“One of these days I’ll discover your penchant for watching sunrises,” Banee says. “Until then, stay safe.”
Orkwar looks at the druid, “Aka’Magosh.”
With that, Banee’s skin distorts again and he becomes a cheetah. He sprints up the walkway, past the stone and towards Thrallmar looking for his next adventure.
Orkwar smiles inwardly. The sun represented the Horde’s rebirth. He did not remember much of the time before coming to Durotar, it was as if a fog was constantly on his memory. But always, through that fog, the strands of sunlight from each sunrise pierced his mind and told him to watch – as if something magical was happening.
He was raised by Orcs, he remembered that. He remembers their viciousness, the wars with the humans, the loss, and the camps. He remembers all of those things but they mean nothing to him. They only gave him scars on his physical body.
He was born anew with the rising of the Horde. Thrall had given them all, Taurens, Trolls, Forsaken and even Blood Elf, something more to fight for. He had given them hope that they could experience another sunrise.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Banee Rocks HARDCORE!
So, Banee and I were in Winterspring slaughtering some Yetis and Owlbear/beast things. Who knew they carried such great shields?
Skullflame Shield
Oh yes. I went and slapped a +18 STA on it. Now, looks like I have a great shield to start my Tanking XP at 60. It also looks FRAKKIN' SWEET! The flame and and skull thing, SWEEEET!
Gotta say thanks to Banee for it, though. It was his idea to quest out Winterspring. Man were we tearing it up. Can't WAIT for Outlands.
I find myself running in front of other tanks and pressing my D-stance macro to pop the shield on my back. Those flames kick out and it's like "LOOK AT ME, RAWR!!!"
Rock on.
Skullflame Shield
Oh yes. I went and slapped a +18 STA on it. Now, looks like I have a great shield to start my Tanking XP at 60. It also looks FRAKKIN' SWEET! The flame and and skull thing, SWEEEET!
Gotta say thanks to Banee for it, though. It was his idea to quest out Winterspring. Man were we tearing it up. Can't WAIT for Outlands.
I find myself running in front of other tanks and pressing my D-stance macro to pop the shield on my back. Those flames kick out and it's like "LOOK AT ME, RAWR!!!"
Rock on.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Friends in WoW
I just wanted to send a shout-out to a couple of people I've grouped with who've made the experience great.
1) Antje - my wife's warlock. Yes, I get frustrated. Yes, we have different playstyles. Yes, I still have a great time when we're on and you get excited about seeing something new or when you level. It's pretty nifty.
2) Banee - Druid who does it all. I have no clue how to play a druid so when Banee sits there and talk about how he can be the healer/ DPS/ Tank for the group, I kinda feel useless. He's frakkin' badass at doing what he does and I love watching a druid who knows how to shift forms quick enough to handle any situation.
3) GOOD Shamans - All specs. Those guys that know how to use 'em. I love grouping with a good shammy. Oh man do things die fast.
4) All of Rend Fate - Casi, Linaran, Drunky, Dunkie, Ery, Orko, Sabrine, Rayne, Morgaine and all the others I missed. They put up with me asking stupid questions and acting a general kiddy fool when I get loot.
5) Any healing class gets a big YAY from me as well. Ah, healing. Seeing that green number above my head brings such joy to this Orcish heart.
1) Antje - my wife's warlock. Yes, I get frustrated. Yes, we have different playstyles. Yes, I still have a great time when we're on and you get excited about seeing something new or when you level. It's pretty nifty.
2) Banee - Druid who does it all. I have no clue how to play a druid so when Banee sits there and talk about how he can be the healer/ DPS/ Tank for the group, I kinda feel useless. He's frakkin' badass at doing what he does and I love watching a druid who knows how to shift forms quick enough to handle any situation.
3) GOOD Shamans - All specs. Those guys that know how to use 'em. I love grouping with a good shammy. Oh man do things die fast.
4) All of Rend Fate - Casi, Linaran, Drunky, Dunkie, Ery, Orko, Sabrine, Rayne, Morgaine and all the others I missed. They put up with me asking stupid questions and acting a general kiddy fool when I get loot.
5) Any healing class gets a big YAY from me as well. Ah, healing. Seeing that green number above my head brings such joy to this Orcish heart.
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