As a little look back on the many years we've been active, we invite you all to take a look back at the rich history the guild has to offer! While not a piece of in-game lore per say, we've had our fair share of video material over the years. Some of which are, of course, the tribe's famed trailers! The one to officially kick it off (not including some other video footage that was not originally meant to be as trailers), was this very one back in 2010! Low youtube quality? Check! Shoddy editing? Check! No cheesy voice-overs? Check! Lots of orcs and awesomeness? Check! See how many old faces you recognize!
“Know this, sons and daughters of Redblade. Blood freely given is the seal of the oath that we make. When you spill your blood into the flames, you do not only pledge loyalty to our banner. You become one with the essence that is the Pack. You accept to live by our code and tenets. You accept to not only fight for the Horde, but to run and hunt with this new family. And finally, you accept to oppose any chains that might seek to bind you – be they dae’mon, human or otherwise – and to do so to the very end. Our ancestors watch over us, always, and they judge us for every step, every breath, we take in life. In the end of it all, know that our blood, too, is welcome.”
It has been a decade since it all began; since a young orc left the refuge of Orgrimmar’s orphanage to chase after the legacy of her name. Redblade. It was a name long forgotten – swallowed up in the greatness that was the Old Horde. Her very own father was the one responsible to sway the old clan to the Horde’s side and to let demons have their way with them.
But no longer. As sole survivor of the clan and its heritage, it was her charge to redeem the ancient name of Redblade. Rather than a symbol for the oppression and deceit of the Burning Legion, it became a symbol of unity and freedom. A place where orcs of all clans and descents could rally to the cause and could find a home where tradition would meet the present, so that their traditions, too, might be remembered and, when the time comes, be passed on for future generations. Every clan of old was worth remembering in its own way, and it was the newly-formed Red Blade that provided the haven to preserve them.
One decade. And still the banner stands high. He tried to remember when he first heard the words – that oath that each orc swears in order to live and die by the tenets that she, their Matriarch, had once decreed. She has long since passed the torch to him, who they chose to refer to as Chieftain in her stead, but still he remembers every word spoken. And now, here before him, two more orcs stood ready to swear that exact same oath, by those exact same words. The fires of the other camps nearby had already long been snuffed out, but a small group of stalwart orcs still remained by this one lively fire to welcome two new brothers to their pack.
“By these words, I swear to live by your code and laws. I swear to die fighting for the Horde and the legacy of the Red Blades. Until the day that death comes for me, I will be one with the pack.”
Many orcs have come and gone throughout these past years, to be forever remembered and counted as one of them. Now it would be the turn of these two to leave their mark as freshly branded Oathbound, and to prove that their words spoken tonight would be taken to heart until the ancestors welcome them into their embrace. Thick droplets of crimson blood flowed from their palms into the crackling fire, sealing their promise. With the sizzling approval of the flames, a cry in unison pierced the night’s darkness from the crowd of orcs gathered around them.
“For the Blood of the Tribe!”
((Story written by Kozgugore))
Orcs of the Red Blade celebrate our tenth anniversary on 8th October 2015. It's been one fel of a journey thus far -- from Durotar to Garadar, from the frigid wastes of Icecrown to the savage wilds of Tanaan, we have brought quality orc role-play to every corner of Azeroth. And hopefully, we have helped forge treasured memories for each and every person who has joined us along the way -- New Bloods and Red Guards; Chieftains and Matriarchs.
Did I say Matriarch? As part of the tenth anniversary celebrations, we've reached out and now welcome back our founder, Matriarch Akesha Redblade, after over five years away.
As part of our tenth anniversary celebrations, we have invited both current and former members to weigh in and discuss their memories and recollections of everything Orcs of the Red Blade -- from their favourite RP characters to fondly-remembered events and storylines. Here’s a selection of quotes from our feedback:
"Orcs of the Red Blade is more than just a guild in a video game. It's a safe-haven, a place in my mind that I can retreat to. It's not just been in World of Warcraft, it's made World of Warcraft. It certainly made Defias, and now, on Argent Dawn, the next ten years commence!”
Gashuk Soulfury, Member since 2010
“But the memories that'll last me the longest probably aren't the events, it's the friends I've made and the fun I've had. I've met a bunch of orcs in real life, and I've not regretted it yet.”
Therak Duskstalker, Member since 2010
“It's safe to say that this is the best guild I've been in since I started playing this game, and this guild has been the only thing keeping me playing over those three years.”
Trakmar Beastbane, Member since 2012
“The whole system the guild has from top to bottom... Recruitment, tutoring, hierarchy, events, plots, style, tradition, OOC harmony/unity, strong officer team and direction... are what give it a monumental edge. This guild is a well oiled, well built machine that knows what direction it wants to go in, how to get there and why.”
Krogon Devilstep, Member since 2008
“Orcs of the Red Blade is my home. Theres a reason i've come back to it so many times over the years. Its more than a community, its a family to me.”
Makaroth Felscream, Member since 2012
“You guys showed me the ropes, and helped me grow and develop my character, both IC and OOC. I learned how to play WoW and RP in it, through this guild.”
Grekthar Earthstorm, Member since 2011
"What probably makes my memory about the tribe special, is that in a way, it feels like I've grown up along with it. As I grew older, the tribe developed in its own way as well. And as a result, having all those responsibilities and experiences with other people developed me as a person as well.”
Kozgugore Feraleye, Member since 2005
“I don't even play WoW but I still stick around for some reason. But seriously tho: I liked roleplaying with ya lot.”
Regorn Thunderheart, OotRB Forum Obsessive, Member since 2010
“This guild is such a strong and bonded group of people, I would've never expected to find that in a video game. But I'm really, really happy that I've been such a part of it, and hope to be still for the next coming time.”
Rhonya Steelheart, Member since 2012
“I must confess, when I started this guild I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.”
Orcs of the Red Blade have hosted Kosh’harg twice a year uninterrupted since September 2007 — this will be our seventeenth Festival, and our first on Argent Dawn.
I’ve done thorough research about past AD Kosh’hargs, and it seems as though they were ad-hoc initiatives by different individuals with varying degrees of success. Assuming that nobody else has planned their own festivities yet, we’re hoping to offer a full week of RP to the whole Horde community, with a selection of à la carte events and casual RP.
If you would like to help out with one of the events or add your own activities to the Festival, please let us know — we love to collaborate with people, and we want this week to be as successful as possible. We’d particularly like to hear from people wanting to run stalls at the Garadar Market on Saturday 26th September.
When is it?: The Festival kicks off Sunday 20th September, with an event every night for a week, concluding with the Kosh’harg Celebration on Sunday 27th September. RP usually picks up from the early evening until the wee hours of the morning.
Where is it?: Garadar, Nagrand — the final Celebration will be held in the shadow of Oshu’gun, as is customary.
What is it?: In times of old upon Draenor, the orcish clans would forsake their grudges and grievances and gather around the spring and autumn equinoxes to feast, tell tales and honor the ancestors. With Outland’s rediscovery some years ago, orcs eager to reclaim their traditions have continued to hold the Festival — now expanded to all peoples of the Horde.
During the Festival, Nagrand is considered sacred ground, and so it is a grave dishonor to commit violence or pursue vendettas against others in attendance. Sparring and honor-duels in a competitive, respectful fashion are of course permitted, and tournaments are not uncommon during the festivities.
Who may attend?: Any Horde-affiliated peoples or neutral parties willing to respect the Kosh’harg’s rules are welcome to attend. Alliance-aligned individuals are recommended not to attend, but the brave, respectful and curious may be tolerated.
Why Outland's Nagrand, not Draenor? With some stranded upon the alternate Draenor during the last festival, they are eager to honor the ancestors upon the original Draenor’s remains once more, where the other past festivals have been held. Despite the problematic status of the Dark Portal, skilled portal magi from major Horde cities are still able to open portals to Shattrath City.
((OOC: We held Kosh’harg on Draenor last time, and it proved more problematic than anything — higher level mobs everywhere, phasing issues and a lack of a good central camp. Returning to Outland enables use of Garadar, opens the event up to lower-level characters, and avoids a lot of those awkward phasing headaches.))
Event Calendar [subject to change]:
SUN 20/9 - Opening Ceremony
An introduction to the Kosh’harg, followed by feasting and chatter around the Garadar campfires.
MON 21/9 - Brawl For All Tournament
A bare-knuckle fighting series with minimal armor. Those gathered compete to demonstrate their strength, agility and tenacity. ((No-frills roll-dueling.))
TUE 22/9 - Challenge of the Wyvern
Teams use their cunning and wits, traversing the lengths of Nagrand to solve riddles and win fabulous prizes.
WED 23/9 - Storytelling Night
Everyone is welcome to tell stories around the Garadar campfires, or simply listen in.
THU 24/9 - Tournament of Honor [PvP]
Equip your finest armor and weapons as the gladiators of the Horde do battle in a bid to become Champion of Kosh’harg. ((RP-PvP tournament with minimal restrictions, full rules posted soon.))
FRI 25/9 - The Lucid Tale
With the influence of ancient shamanistic magics and hallucinogenic substances, old campfire stories come alive — dangerously so! ((IC raid-run of a selected TBC/WotLK/Cata raid, to be announced.))
SAT 26/9 - Garadar Market
Traders and merchants peddle their wares across Garadar, with a range of luxurious souvenirs and stranger goods guaranteed.
SUN 27/9 - Kosh’harg Celebration
The climax of the Festival — the ancestors are honored in the shadows of Oshu’gun. Additional activities include feasting, brawling, storytelling and the infamous drunken backwards-race.
We’re keen to get as many individuals and guilds from the Horde community involved as possible, to make Garadar an RP hotbed for a full week. If this sounds like the kind of thing you or your guild might be interested in, please message us to indicate your interest.
If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to message an Orcs of the Red Blade officer: Kozgugore, Therak, Rhonya, Srelok, Gridish, Kargnar or Sadok.
“By Mannoroth’s blood, who would -ever- have thought I would be glad to see you again?”
Akesh the Poisoner’s eyes shone a sickly bright green, sparkling keenly with infinite malevolence as he regarded his captive. Bound in chains with a coarse burlap sack over his head, the prisoner still seemingly had some fight in him — he squirmed and growled, struggling against his bonds even now.
Akesh paused, his clawed hands clasping together, as he savoured the sight of the captive squirming and flailing in the jungle muck and vines. His prisoner’s once-gleaming armor was now filthy, disheveled and ragged; and at last, he let out a muffled wheeze of protest and ceased his writhing, just panting pathetically now.
Not broken yet… but so close to the brink, the Poisoner thought. Akesh’s cracked lips parted and twisted into a maddened smirk, as he afforded himself a moment to gloat, a guttural chuckle rumbling from his taut, muscular body. The captive was still, his chest rising and falling weakly.
“Let us see that face once again,” Akesh grinned down to the captive, pulling the sack off his head with a sadistic flourish.
Akesh’s piercing eyes narrowed as he scrutinised Grenth Stonebrow, now glaring silently at him through tired-looking slits. Grenth’s long, narrow face was still unmistakably proud and brown-skinned — but covered in cuts, bruises and sores, with an overgrown and tangled beard. Even now, he was still crowned with his iconic armored wolf-mask. All the better, the Poisoner mused to himself.
“Did my orcs mistreat you, oh King of Wolves? I must humbly beg forgiveness, I only commanded that you were brought back… alive.” Grenth gave no response, so the Poisoner snapped his sharp ochre fangs in amusement and spoke again.
“Life is full of choices,” Akesh lectured, pacing restlessly back and forth amongst the thick jungle overgrowth. “When I rose against you and your kind to serve a greater master, you chose to condemn me to exile rather than take my head. That was a mistake.
“And then, when I returned to seize -my- Clan and defeated you, the mighty Wolfking fled and went into exile himself. That too was a mistake. Two long winters you hid from us. And you hid well, far from our prying eyes. But there is no escape save for death. I might have killed you, once. But now, I have other plans for you.”
Akesh flexed his grotesque claws idly, then slowly withdrew from his satchel a rounded flask glowing ominously with eldritch glyphs. It contained a bubbling green liquid, and Grenth could feel its heat irradiating outwards. A dire energy emanated from within the flask, its very presence casting shadows about the undergrowth.
Grenth’s weary bloodshot eyes widened at the sight, and he spoke at last.
Akesh’s manic grin returned. “I see fear in your eyes, my old friend. But there is no reason to be afraid.”
The Poisoner straightened his back, looking at the flask as if momentarily mesmerized. Grenth’s eyes darted up and down his form with a kind of exhausted panic, noticing for the first time the strange growths protruding from Akesh’s shoulderblades.
“Unto Grenth of the Line of Kraag, I bestow this gift — the blood of rebirth, the nectar of ecstacy, the same blessing of unity offered to all orcs by the great Gul’dan and his Shadow Council. We have all drank eagerly, and we have been reborn as Clan Felblade — now submit to me and accept this gift, or you will know the pain of a thousand deaths.”
Grenth’s jaw clenched, and straining against his iron bonds, he spoke slowly, his indignant voice still carrying the same weight and authority of a Chieftain.
“By the spirits, I will not bow,” he spat at Akesh, “I will not bend my knee to you or any orc, and I will not submit to this madness. You have damned our Clan twice over, foul Poisoner, and enslaved its soul for the sake of your thirst for power.”
Akesh looked back at Grenth and cackled madly, his cracked ashen skin visible beneath his iron armor. “What you say amuses me! The only thirst is bloodthirst, and I have tasted the enemy’s blood, trampled the weak underfoot, and delivered -my- Clan from hiding in caves and shivering in the snow to conquerers serving a Legion with power beyond your reckoning!”
Grenth shook his head sadly. “By my honor, I will never—"
Akesh interrupted Stonebrow, snarling. “Silence,” he demanded. “Now -you- will listen and I will speak, wretch. As I have said, life is full of choices — and as you have chosen to refuse this gift, you will have it forced upon you.”
Akesh clenched the flask tight in his grip as he began to chant in the dae’mon’s tongue. Grenth growled angrily as his body began to levitate from the undergrowth, still immobilised by his bonds. With a flick of his wrist and more foul words, Akesh invoked a circle of demonic sigils on the ground under Stonebrow, who let out a howl of intense pain. The iron chains binding him began to glow with the same bright-green sigils, the metal heating up and scalding his flesh as it began to fuse with his skin.
Entirely helpless and suspended in mid-air, Grenth writhed in agony. His chains were now permanently melded to his form, smoke rising from his burnt flesh. Akesh took slow strides towards him, still muttering the dark invocations — and uncorked the flask, waves of heat and light irradiating upwards. He forced the flask to his former Chieftain’s lips and spoke forcefully.