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May 20, 2013, 07:55:12 AM
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'Being a male is a matter of birth. Being an orc is a matter of age. But being a gentleman is a matter of choice.' - Kraag the Wolfking
Introducing: The Tuition to Orcish Gentlemanry Civilized orcs, young and old alike, of the Horde: A dying breed. Between the oppression of Garrosh Hellscream's rule and the increasing animosity within the Horde's very own ranks, it becomes increasingly difficult to find civilization in this world of barbarians, brutes, simpletons and ingrates. We, the Splendiferous Gentlemen Society of the Orc, strive to combat this growing problem.
In the Red Blade tribe, we do not just care about honour: We care about honour in style. It is just as easy for the next simpleton to defeat an enemy worthy of his stature, but it is only a true orcish gentleman who truly knows how to approach and subject his enemy with noble fashion and style. It is exactly that which we offer you, aspiring gentlemen all around Azeroth: A course in living the refined life, in true gentleman-like fashion. After all, anyone can be heroic from time to time. But a gentleman is something you have to be all the time.
'The object of warfare is not just to win. It is to fight like a gentleman, and win.' - Kozgugore Feraleye
Why such a tuition is vital, you ask? Most orcs of our era are taught that being a true orc is to not care about your appearance or what you look like - which is preposterous! Henceforth, the Red Blade's young orcs shall grow up going with their fathers to their tailors and barbers, and they will learn from a very young age that being a true orc is in fact caring about how you look. Not from a shallow point of view, but because it matters. Moreover, courses shall be given on how to treat our females in a true ladylike manner, as befitting of any orcish dame. After all, a gentleman is not just the epitome of civilized orcish culture: He is a poet, a dreamer, a dapper fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.
'All I want is a gentleman. I'm sick to bloody death of all these uneducated peons and bastards.' - Akesha Redblade
Do you desire a chance to stand among the best and finely educated? Your chance presents itself! Whether an orc of the tribe or otherwise, we offer you the chance to join the revolution of the Splendiferous Gentlemen Society of the Orc, and be taught to be polite, intelligent, witty, talented, modest, well dressed, well groomed, and culturally aware. It is all this, and more, that we strive to educate our orcs. Tuition fees are negotiable depending on varying terms and, in the event you may be a tramp, we may offer alternative payments in the form of manual labour (not excluding peonhood).
Do not squander the opportunity and sign up now! The Splendiferous Gentlemen Society of the Orc presents the Splendiferous Gentlemen Society of the Orc's tutorship, a guide through life for those things that deliver excellence and bliss. A bliss, whether that is in great bloodshed, in a Durotar razorwind, in comfy slippers, in silk robes, or a great cigar. It is everywhere and it is here at the Tuition to Orcish Gentlemanry!
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Tribe on the Run! Imprisonment. Tension. Courage. Treason. Exile. Honor.
 Imprisonment. Despised for his principles and maligned for his tribe’s autonomy - Kozgugore Feraleye would soon fall foul of the increasingly-brutal Kor’kron. After refusing an order to raze a neutral pandaren settlement to the ground, the Chieftain of the Red Blade tribe would be jailed beneath Orgrimmar, awaiting execution as an example to all who could not obey Hellscream’s ruthless iron rule.
Tension. Morgeth Feralheart would lead the tribe in his stead, becoming Matriarch of the Red Blades. As the tribe fell increasingly under the influence of the Kor’kron, it would be sent to round up alleged traitors, some likely as guilty of their crimes as the wronged Kozgugore. The Matriarch struggled to hold the pack together, exiling two orcs and losing a third to prison - all the while, she formed and perfected a most dangerous master-plan.
Courage. The hour of reckoning had come, as the splintering tribe united under their Matriarch for a foolhardy endeavor that promised certain death. Using a combination of cunning disguise, misdirection and subtlety, and contacts within the city with grudges against the Kor’kron, the tribe entered Orgrimmar and gained access to the prison-complex beneath the Hall of the Brave without spilling a drop of blood.
Treason. The tribe would split up as it explored the prison depths, incapacitated prison guards and beheld mutilated prisoners and grim rituals of both dark shamanism and fel flame. Those whose loyalties had wavered between tribe and Hellscream now hated the Kor’kron for their corruption, reckless embrace of dark magics and bloodthirsty sadism. As they recovered the Chieftain, they hastily fled the city on wolfback, Kor’kron agents in pursuit of the so-called ‘traitors’ of the Horde.
Exile. Fearing they would all be put to death as an example of thwarted insolence, the tribe sailed at once from Ratchet, aboard the Blackwater Raiders’ voyage to the pirate-favored inlet of Faldir’s Cove. From there, they sought out Hammerfall - isolated and starved of resources and munitions, the former internment camp was buckling under local problems and renewed Alliance aggression. The deal was simple - the tribe would aid the malnourished and embattled grunts with their problems, and they would provide them refuge as long as they were able.
Honor. The Kor’kron brook no opposition, and the tribe will be pursued and hunted as enemies of the Horde. Yet the orcs of the Red Blade do not see themselves as traitors, but as guardians of strength, honor, wisdom and the traditions long ago sacrificed by Hellscream’s Horde upon an altar of total war. The true Horde that the tribe still believe in may now be dead within Orgrimmar, but it lives within the beating-heart of any loyal, honorable Red Blade. The way ahead is full of danger and treachery, but they will not falter.
The Red Blade tribe will live to see a new Horde forged, or it will die for its beliefs - true orcs, to the very last. For the Blood of the Tribe!
- Written by Sadok Sharptongue
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Story Competition
Contest open: Tuesday 1st January until Thursday 31st January; Grand Prize: 10,000g (runner-up receives 5,000g); Post entries in the Campfire Forum, marked [Contest] in the title.
"North of the Blade's Edge Mountains. West of the Fields of Farahlon. Treacherous sleet and numbing frost beneath a stirring blood-red sun. Land all but surrendered to the monstrous mountain giants, brutish ogres and fierce worgs of Magoth's pack. Land that no Warlord had claimed - land that no Warlord could claim. This desolate, wild land was set aside for the remnants of mighty Githya's battle-hardened warband - the frozen wasteland would have claimed them all within weeks had they not been made of sterner stuff.
These were simpler times - times when orcs rose from nothing to forge their legacy. Kraag, Son of Githya fought and tamed Magoth, earning the title of Wolfking - the alliance between Redblade and Worg would last generations. Following in the Line of the Wolfking would be honorable heroes such as Gruthgar the Ragged, an orc known for hewing enemies in half with his mighty greataxe; brother-warriors Hukraz and Skagluk the Giantkiller, battling rival Clans and gronn alike; and wise Grugna Longhand, the first Matriarch of the Clan.
Clan Redblade, though always small, gathered a reputation for their honor and ferocity. This reputation remained intact even after the Line of Wolfkings broke - the chaos ended by the Oracles handing the mantle of Chieftain to Mruthgor the Shaman-King, a powerful Spiritwalker bearing a fabled Scepter. Beneath the Greathall that Mruthgor constructed as a monument to his rule, dark rituals brought about the first of the feared Varog'Gor - more beast than orc.
When daemon came to tempt the orcs, Clan Redblade sought to stand alongside the Frostwolf. A traitorous usurer would seal the Clan's demise, however - Akesh the Poisoner murdered Chieftain Grenth Stonebrow and dissolved the Clan into the ever-expanding Horde.
The spirit of the Clan lives on in the Red Blade tribe, but many of the tales of old are still known - in the Annals maintained by the tribal Thur'ruk, and in the tales told around campfires even now. Tales of harsh lands, great orcs, mighty victories, crushing defeats and a small, embattled Clan that survived in defiance of its many enemies. Some of the tales have been lost in time and legend - others are yet to be told.
These are the Tales of Clan Redblade."
For more information, please click HERE.
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A New Red Dawn
The world is changing. Within months of Pandaria’s discovery, the full military might of the Horde and Alliance war-machines have borne down on the previously-tranquil land. Spiked iron fortresses and reinforced stone citadels have sprung up about the jungles of Krasarang and plains of Kun-Lai. Lush forests are harvested by orc and human alike, their trees used to feed the fires of industry. Grimy makeshift factories constantly churning out war-machines and weaponry. While some natives hold to their neutrality, many of the races of Pandaria have already been forced to take a side as the war intensifies.
The Horde is changing. Warchief Hellscream continues to rule with an iron fist - the policies and decrees from Grommash Hold may seem ruthless or authoritarian, but all are obliged to obey by the Blood Oath of the Horde. Tensions are rising, and mistrust festers between the races of the Horde. And yet few speak of or even acknowledge them: perhaps in fear of being labeled ‘traitor’; perhaps because inner-conflict will leave the Horde vulnerable against the Alliance. As the bloody, costly war continues with no sign of cessation, will cracks begin to form in the Horde’s iron bulwark?
The tribe is changing. Pressed into service by the Warchief’s Call to Arms, the Red Blade tribe have traveled to the south-lands. Though first waylaid by the capture of Thur’ruk Sharptongue, they now stand upon the precipice of total war, ready to do their duty for all the Horde stands for. Years of training and fighting as a pack will be tested upon these new lands - some will achieve greatness, some will fall to dishonor, and many may not leave Pandaria alive.
The world is changing. The Horde is changing. The tribe is changing. Will the fires of war consume all we hold dear, or is there hope for a new red dawn?
- Written by Sadok Sharptongue
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