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Jan 30 2015 Rise of the Wolfking
written by Sadok

Rise of the Wolfking


After weeks in search of their heritage upon Draenor, the Red Blade tribe began to uncover clues about the whereabouts of the historic Clan Redblade, their ancestors.

They encountered the spirit of a slain Nag’Ogar during a Spirit Walk, and avenged him by slaying the ogre who killed him and desecrated his remains. They charted out the Shamanstones of the Frostfire tundra, believing early cultures developed around these powerful monoliths. And finally, with the garn-packs of the western ridges growing bolder and causing havoc, the tribe looked to its storied past for answers.

Countless years ago, the founding Chieftain of Clan Redblade was an orc named Kraag, son of Githya Redblade. When the garn of the mountains began to terrorise the orcs, there was much bloodshed. Kraag resolved to bring the warring to an end, and entered the lair of Magoth, the greatest of these great wolves.

Long they fought, with tooth and claw and fist, until Kraag triumphed and earned Magoth’s respect — the pair would become inseparable companions. With the hill-wolves and Redblade orcs allied on that day, Kraag would proclaim himself Wolfking and all of his bloodline would share this title, until the days of Grenth Stonebrow, last of the Wolfkings, and the dissolution of Clan Redblade into the Old Horde at the hands of Akesh the Poisoner.

Drawing upon this legend of old, the Red Blade tribe sought to earn Kraag’s blessing before they warred with the mighty garn, who feared no hunter and hunted anything they pleased. After completing a ritual in which they burnt the remains of a mighty hunt as offerings, a Garn Spirit would come forth and lead them into the vast Frostfire wastes. Arriving by a ruined encampment nestled in the mountain foothills, it would soon become clear that the orcs had discovered a very sacred land indeed.

They were led into Magoth’s Lair — a stifling, humid system of caves where Kraag once etched his legacy. They uncovered markerstones commemorating the great Chieftains of Clan Redblade, where tributes had been laid in days immemorial. Moreover, they found a primitive, derelict encampment built around a long-dormant Shamanstone — a settlement by the name of Kraag’gol, the Home of Kraag.

After the Garn Spirit infused the Shamanstone, reactivating it, the Red Blade tribe gained Kraag’s blessing. Their strength, vitality and agility imbued until the Garn Alpha was slain, the tribe were granted the Might of Magoth and soon rode out in high spirits to hunt the apex predators. Slaying lone wolves straying too far from the pack and painting their faces in their blood, the tribe approached the pack’s full-blooded Garn Alpha and his mate — and put them to a bloody end.

With the death of their Alpha, the remainder of the pack seemed to capitulate with booming words from Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye and the display of their Alpha’s head. Much smaller than their Alpha, but still larger and wilder than the average wolves, these half-breed mongrels had garn blood within them, and they soon approached the tribe not as beasts to be subjugated… but as equals.

After the tribe and their new companions had some time to acquaint themselves with one another, they soon solidified their bond in blood with a raid upon a neighboring garn-pack — wolf and orc alike were gorged on slaughter as the half-breeds’ garn-like ferocity and the orcs’ mighty resolve won the day for them. As their wolf-allies howled into the night, cries would emerge from the orcs: “For Wolfking Kozgugore!”

Though no blood-kin to the Line of Kraag and making no claim to the title itself, it was clear that in the eyes of his orcs, Feraleye’s uncovering of Kraag’gol, leadership against the Garn Alpha and union with the half-breed pack had made him worthy of the title in his deeds. With the tribe’s numbers strengthened and its alliance with the mighty mongrel-garn, the campaign against the Iron Horde begins in earnest.

In their first months, the Red Blades were prey upon Draenor. Now they go on the hunt.
written by Sadok

A Song of Frost and Fire

Somewhere off the jagged, snowy shores of Frostfire Ridge, commandeered Iron Horde warships ran aground. From their grim decks came ragged refugees from the Battle of Tanaan — native Frostwolves, enslaved by the Iron Horde; and the remnants of the Azerothian Horde vanguard, including the proud Red Blade tribe.

Huddled for warmth around Frostwolf campfires in the remote Stonefang Outpost, the tribe would shift focus from war to survival. With the Spirit Link severed, few essential supplies and no riding mounts, the Red Blades soon discovered the frigid, foreboding land around them offered nothing — and so they had to take everything.

Raiding parties skirmished with Thunderlord hunting-bands to pilfer arms and supplies, while tribesorcs explored the vast frozen wastes to map out points of interest and identify hunting grounds. Though this strange alternate Draenor held many dangers, the Red Blade tribe were determined to adapt to this new land and prove themselves worthy to their Frostwolf allies.

Even so, the bleak tundra of Frostfire held its share of surprises. During a bid to forge a new covenant with the ancestral spirits of Draenor and thereby restore the Spirit Link, the tribe encountered remnants of the historical Clan Redblade — assimilated into the Old Horde on the Draenor they knew, yet still extant somewhere upon this new world. The tribe have an unprecedented opportunity to connect with their forebears, yet knowledge of the Clan’s homelands remain tantalisingly out of their grasp for now.

Where there is hope for the tribe’s future, there remains menace. The Thunderlord Clan took poorly to the tribe’s raid upon their Daggermaw Ravine holdings, and kidnapped three orcs of the tribe in a retaliation attack. The tribe have had to adapt to their vicious enemy in a bid to make these giant-hunters their prey, taking hostages of their own and planning bold assaults to strike at the heart of the Thunderlord and reclaim their captive brethren.

Dangers and opportunities abound upon Draenor, and into this uncertain future, the Red Blades march forth with a Chieftain new to some but familiar to many. Tormented by strange visions that pull him from his duties, Rargnasha Bloodmark has set aside the mantle of Chieftain, and Kozgugore Feraleye leads the tribe once more, as he has done for many years prior. No matter its Alpha, the tribe’s focus is the same — to find a foothold in this savage land and fight the Iron Horde. Will they adapt in this hour of reckoning, or will they perish in glorious battle?
written by Sadok

Beyond the Dark Portal

((Contains SPOILERS for the Tanaan introduction experience.))


The Red Blade tribe made war upon the Iron Horde within days of their emergence from the Dark Portal. Alongside their Horde allies, they proved instrumental in the attempt to hold back the seemingly unstoppable Iron Tide threatening to wash over Azeroth.

The tribe’s victories were both few and pyrrhic, and its defeats both humbling and costly. An initial foothold in Okril'lon Hold was quickly retaken by the relentless Ironmarch elite, leaving the tribe to lick its wounds while formulating a desperate all-or-nothing suicide mission. Only with the combined efforts of the Banners, the Ironbreaker Council and the ground-forces of both Horde and Alliance, was a route hewn through the Blasted Lands and through the Dark Portal.

Emerging upon the other side, Azeroth's heroes found a Draenor of old — an alternate Red World where the orc clans rallied under Warchief Grommash Hellscream’s industrial revolution, rather than drink Mannoroth's blood. Though beholden to no dark master, this Iron Horde had no ethics beyond total war and conquest — amongst them marauders, sadists, slavers and soul-twisters.

With so much bloodshed and anarchy surrounding the various unaffiliated Horde and Alliance armies, it was little surprise that the Battle of Tanaan soon descended into complete chaos. Friends and family were separated, fearsome foes struck at every turn, and soon the battlefield itself was engulfed in horrific explosions, thick ash and crumbling rubble.

As the innumerable forces of Hellscream closed in on all sides, incensed by the destruction of their passage to Azeroth, the Archmage Khadgar sounded a retreat. Those who could fled upon commandeered Iron Horde battle-ships — the remnants of the Horde’s forces escaped upon the seas to the ancient Frostwolf lands of Frostfire Ridge.

As the wounded and exhausted refugees of Azeroth made use of the Frostwolves’ hospitality, some turned their mind to the vast, savage world about them — utterly alien and yet somehow familiar. Others waited anxiously through for comrades and loved ones to be recovered, keeping a solemn vigil for the missing and the fallen.

The battle was won, but the war is just beginning. Marooned far from Azeroth, in the ancestral lands of the old Clan Redblade, will the Red Blade tribe survive on the savage world beyond the Dark Portal?

((OOC explanation: Orcs of the Red Blade are taking a short break from storyline role-play to enjoy the new content of Warlords of Draenor. We have been split up in the chaos of the Battle of Tanaan — those who have finished may slowly regroup at a pre-determined refugee camp for casual role-play. By the end of the month, we will resume scheduled events as we gear up for our introductory Draenor plot. Any questions or concerns should be directed to an appropriate officer.))
written by Sadok

It All Begins... Again


Frost forged, fire made
Blood marked, red blade
Oath broke, oath sworn
It screams, reborn.

The hunter's moon
The war-drums' tune
Eight horns, ten chimes
Wrong place, wrong time.

Cast iron, red gates
It burns, it hates
It ends and then
Begins again.

The Red Blade tribe have searched high and low since news of Garrosh’s escape from his trail in Pandaria. For some, it was their sworn duty to bring the Horde’s traitor-Warchief to justice. For others, who had suffered directly at the Kor’kron’s hands or seen loved ones perished, it had become personal.

And yet there were precious few clues to where Hellscream might be hiding. Along with other Horde organisations like the Flying Bolts, Ashal Anore and Path of Dawnchaser, the Red Blades would scour both Tanaris, Twilight Highlands and the Burning Steppes in search of those still loyal to Hellscream.

Goblin mobsters, degenerate dragonkin, savage Dragonmaw and brutish Blackrock were all put to the blade -- and yet as each potential avenue of inquiry dried, it began increasingly clear that Hellscream would not be found. The tribe were on a wild kodo chase, chasing whispers. And even the whispers had ceased.

Then, from silence came war.

In the early hours of a quiet Wednesday morning, the Dark Portal’s interdimensional gateway shifted from pale green to a deep, bloody red without warning. Innumerable brown-skinned orcs, like the revered Mag’har of Outland, would pour forth in a ruthless marauding vanguard -- this Ironmarch quickly laid waste to both Dreadmaul Hold and Nethergarde Keep, caring little for the age-old rivalry of Horde versus Alliance.

This Iron Horde had come to conquer. And it would conquer all in its path.

As the Blasted Lands was fortified by its conquerors as a foothold for the invasion of Azeroth itself, one small group of the Ironmarch splintered-off to rush north. Acting on the command of Warlord Zaela herself, this forlorn hope rode through the sleepy Swamp of Sorrows and right past the tribe’s encampment at Chiselgrip -- they had reinforced the Blackrock’s holdings within Blackrock Mountain before most of the tribe had even awoken!

Who knows what ill intent and dark schemes this elite branch of the Ironmarch is planning within the heights of the Blackrock Spire? One thing is yet certain -- the Red Blade tribe have found themselves on the front-line of the first battle of a new, bloody war. Will they be able to budge the Iron Horde from their mountain-fortress, and can they aid the Horde and Alliance alike in repelling this most savage of invasions?

Orcs of the Red Blade, where will you be when it all begins... again?

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