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Post by Chieftain on May 3, 2015 1:00:08 GMT -5
The howl of worgen's at the full moon awoke Ramzy from his sleep as he rested atop Thorn Hill. He was sure not to wake Ka'Inka as he rose, and left the tent, as a second howl could be heard echoing throughout the plains of the barrens. The worgen had been busy; allying themselves with the night elves of Ashenvale. A pack of them had been raiding nearby settlements.
Ramzy lit a cigar as he glanced down at the skulls of a night elf and a worgen who thought it would be wise to try and raid the Rageskull camp. He took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke through his nose as he walked over towards the ever-burning flame. For decades he turned to the flame, it spoke to him, helped guide him through the difficult times. As he peered into it, he heard foot steps
“A little heavy on your feet Hath'ar, though I am surprised you didn't wake Ka'Inka.”
He turned his head to the left and peered at Hath'ar with his blind eye, a trait the two of them shared after he was able to break the curse Mok'Rell had placed on him. He calmly puffed on his cigar again
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Post by Hath'ar on May 3, 2015 1:14:00 GMT -5
Hath'ar had smirked as he approached his Chieftain and the fire, his axes hanging from his sides. Unlike Ramzy, he was dressed for battle.
“Ka'Inka is a bit of a deep sleeper, something I've known since we were children, it would take a shaman earthquake to rouse her from sleep. Though for some reason she has a sixth sense for when attacks are coming; even in her sleep. But I'm sure you know all about that.”
It was still tough for Hath'ar to accept that Ramzy, his Chieftain had taken his sister as a consort, but it was best he stayed out of that conversation. He adjusted the leather straps on chest that connected to the plate armor he was wearing.
“The feral worgen are becoming more daring Ramzy, they continue to press there assaults on Ratchet and the Crossroads. It is time to put these trophies of yours on display so that they don't try to attack the camp when we are vulnerable. The last thing we need right now is another enemy”
Ramzy was a smart Chieftain, but he spent far to much time gazing into the fire. What is it he is looking for Hath'ar thought, but his attention changed as he heard another howl from the hunting worgen.
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Post by Chieftain on May 3, 2015 1:26:21 GMT -5
Ramzy silently took another drag of his cigar before what's left of his ear twitched from the howl. He looked to Hath'ar as he walked by the orc towards the edge of the cliff, gazing down upon the lands.
“And draw attention to the camp Hath'ar? You understand that we have the tactical advantage from being up this high. There are only a handful of way's to reach this camp, and none of them are exactly easy. Not exactly an easy target for these feral worgen. Besides; even if they did try to assault the camp...”
Ramzy trailed off as he glanced at the cleaned skulls he had recently claimed
“They will just end up like their friends here.”
Ramzy tossed the cigar butt to the ground and stomped on it as he turned to face Hath'ar
“Worgen are a minor issue, I will send Darmok to deal with them. He was raised by the worgs, just like in the bed time stories we used to read to the pups of the clan. One by one he could pick them off, and they wouldn't know what had hit them. But where's the honor in that?”
Ramzy smirked
“Your itchin for a fight Hath'ar, I can see it in your eyes; you are troubled. Tell me what has been on your mind"
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Post by Hath'ar on May 3, 2015 1:37:14 GMT -5
Hath'ar just shook his head, he looked to the ground for a moment before looking back up at Ramzy, he was right, Hath'ar was angry, the fury that burned within him was on the verge of exploding out.
“I am so sick and tired of just sitting here at camp week in and week out Ramzy. The last big thing you did was induct a bunch of new blood into the clan. Great; but they did all the work, and all you did was watch. Meanwhile Mok'Rell is out there toying with us, he grows stronger every damn day. Mar'rha says that he's been implanting soul stones into Furies on Dreanor. But rather than take action you just sit here...on your mountain.
What's it going to take Ramzy? Is Mok'Rell going to have to attack us here at camp again? How many more of our clan do we have to lose before you take action. We have fourteen clan-mate's confirmed dead. One of them, was an overseer. We couldn't even recover there bodies for a proper send off.
You know what Oasna has been doing? Hrmm? He's been gathering up allies, attacking major points in an attempt to weaken the Iron Horde. At least he is taking action. And here you are; sitting atop the mountain, waiting.
You've changed Ramzy...
That quest that me, you, Bel'ka and Surin took to the spires, it changed you. If this was any other clan I would have challenged you to Mok'Gora.
Hath'ar snorted, his breathing had picked up, he couldn't hold it in any longer!
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Post by Chieftain on May 3, 2015 2:02:27 GMT -5
Ramzy was shocked, Hath'ar had been one of his most loyal overseers for nearly 20 years, but it also infuriated the Chieftain who grabbed Hath'ar by leather straps on his chest. His nostril's flared as he did his best to control his breathing.
“Nothing, you think I'm doing Nothing? Only fools rush into things without being aware of the consequences. Mok'Rell is no fool, and there is no telling what kind of traps he has awaiting for us. Korg'hak and Mar'rha almost lost their lives last time they ventured to close one of the warlock's projects. Izoka has nearly drowned twice from her encounters with him, Kor'Gosh was infected with some kind of bizarre eye curse. Irshra'ka had her mind controlled, and Darmok had an infernal dropped on him. That's not even keeping track off all the other bullshit that has been going on.
So ya, I'm not going to send more of my clan in to die without knowing what might happen. You think I've lost my spark, that inner rage that all Rageskull's have. Unlike you Hath'ar I'm the Chieftain; I have to make those tough calls for the survival of the clan. I have to keep that fire in check or it would consume me and everything that we have fought for the past 30 years would have been for nothing! “
Ramzy released Hath'ar and pushed him back
“I'm not going to be around forever to watch over this clan Hath'ar, one day the fires will choose a new Chieftain, and it is my quest in life to see that it does.
You want to know why I'm blind in my left eye now? As Surin was finally able to lift that curse I had a vision...Green flame engulfed everything around us, I'm out of breath, my hands covered in blood, our brother's and sisters dead as the sky is back, and flaming rocks fall from the sky. It wasn't Mok'Rell's doing, rather it was mine.
That vision showed me what would have happened if I gave into my rage that day. You dead, Bel'ka dead, Surin dead, even Mok'Rell was dead. But in the end he had won. I had become the monster he had planned on creating. An instrument of destruction and chaos, harnessing the power of our ancestor's to use against those that I care for the MOST!
That is why I stay on the mountain...that is why I direct those like Oasna to do what they can, and that is why I wait till I have all the information I need before mounting a counter attack.
There is nothing I would love more then for the ancestor's to grant their blessing to another, that is why I gaze into the fire, but yet they don't. As a clan Hath'ar we are strong, and once we have the information we need, we will take Mok'Rell's power from him, and at long last, put an end to that bastard....”
Ramzy sighed as he turned his back to Hath'ar, the vision haunted him every night, robbed him of sleep. All he continued to do is gaze into the fire
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Post by Hath'ar on May 3, 2015 2:09:17 GMT -5
Hath'ar was at a loss for words, he was unaware of the burden that his Chieftain had been carrying with him for so long. He lowered his head, as he took a seat on the ground next to Ramzy, gazing into the fire aswell.
“I will be patient Chieftain, and continue to train those for the battles that are coming...”
Hath'ar was still pissed, especially when he heard a third howl that seemed to be cut off suddenly. He looked to Ramzy, who looked back at him with a nod, which caused Hath'ar to grin, a rare thing indeed. It would seem that Darmok had already been dispatched.
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Post by Darmok on May 11, 2015 12:14:47 GMT -5
One did not dispatch the wolf; the wolf was free and always on the prowl. Few would notice the distinction of a wolf based on their howl, but it was clear the Chieftain was a sharp one. However, while the Worgen howled, they would get response from more than just other Worgen. The wolves closed in. Feral indeed, but packless, and in no way understanding of their dilemma. There were many meanings behind the term, pack. These worgen understood none of them, and so it was easy. Darmok barely even felt like it would be his place. He should just let Kronnosh, a true alpha, show the pups their place.
The Kin were allowed to take care of it. In the open, Kronnosh stepped, growling at the worgen. Staring contest engaged with one, Kronnosh could still scent on the wind the location of the rest. Like fools, the worgen discarded their hiding places, and rushed as a group towards Kronnosh who stood brazenly; lowering on his haunches to snarl deeper, as they drew closer.
Gralka, Kronnosh's mate emerged from a bush, taking the first by the throat, fangs piercing flesh, tearing, ripping, blood spraying upon fur, and dirt, and bare rock. He was dead before she brought him to the ground. Then came the litter. Rommosh and Gromkor leapt in at the sides, and took out the ones in the back. They fell kicking, struggling, howling. Their calls quivered on the air, and then fell silent.
Another ignored his falling fellows, feral truly, charging straight for Kronnosh, only to crash to the ground inches before the alpha, a smaller, slimmer black wolf astride; Vrayla, Kronnosh's daughter, with fangs at a shoulder. The worgen writhed, but Kronnosh snarled down at him. A final worgen came from behind, out of shadows lunging at Kronnosh as well, but him lastly, would crash to the ground with a louder thud; an arrow through his side, at his kidney, spilling his blood to the parched soil. Finally, Kronnosh let out his howl, and bit into the throat of the worgen Vrayla held pinned.
The rest emerged, even Kornal, the youngest pup of Kronnosh and Gralka, and the wolves feasted. Darmok would take the axe from his hip though, and sever the heads, to carry them up the mountain. Five heads, in the end. And climb the mountain he did, but he huffed once at the top.
"And train them you should! Anyone who could sleep through that, is in dire need of it."
At the fire, before the chieftain, he laid the five heads. "Shall I have them stuffed?" He gave a hearty chuckle.
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