[Zultar] Orgrim Doomhammer (Beserker)

[Mysticsage]

The Sheet

[Kirhart]

As second in command to the Blackrock Clan you have lived long in the Blackrock Mountain. Recently when Warchief Blackhand took command of the Horde your home had become the new 'capital' of the Horde on Azeroth.

Blackhand had once participated in a blood ritual with many of the tribal leaders within the Horde. Gul'dan had 'blessed' some blood which would 'ensure the strength of the horde will go on forever' It sounded like a whole load of Clefthoof dung. You did not buy into it, you felt as if anyone who had drank the blood would in some way be able to be manipulated or controlled by Gul'dan. After Blackhand seized power you immediately questioned his motives, he dismissed you without explaining himself. He was not the Orc you had once known.

The only Orc leader whom he could trust whatsoever was Durotan, the only other Tribal leader to deny Gul'dan's offering.

After being insulted by Blackhand you assembled many of your closest warriors. You began to hatch a plot which would see to it that YOU become the leader of the Horde and Blackhand ends up a head on a pike.

Just as you gathered on the lower black slope of the Blackrock Mountain around a glowing lava pool with your closest supporters a pair of Orcs approached.

Your brethren all draw their weapons and begin to fan out. Could Blackhand know you were planning something? Would he send assassins to try to end your coup?

As the steam and smoke parted you identified the profile. It was your old friend Durotan. Strange that you had only just thought of him as the only one you could trust and now here he was.

You order your men to put away their weapons and allow you time to talk to Durotan and his wife in private.

Durotan shares the information which had been relayed to him by Khadgar, every detail. Including that there was a spy, and that there might be more. You immediately distrust everyone in the Blackrock clan, including those who you were just about to share a plan to overthrow their Chieftain. You ask Durotan and Draka to walk with you, and begin heading down the path down away from the mountain.

You walk with the pair, and realize that Draka was wearing a childs sling.

You congratulate them but the look on both of their faces turn bleak. Draka lightly caressed the baby.

You ask what name they had chosen, they told you they had named him Thrall.

It was at this point that Durotan released a flood upon you.

The horde was going to be fractured to its core. Durotan confirmed your suspicions that Gul'dan's blood ritual was more than likely the cause of this divide.

The only way for the war to end, according to Durotan, was for you to assist an Alliance expedition to kill the wizard Medivh and the warlock Gul'dan. He begs you to put your trust and faith in the wizard Khagdar, he seemed wise, for a human, and this wisdom pointed to one undeniable fact. This war will never end while the dark portal is sending tens of thousands of troops per day into the battle. If the destruction of the portal was to come to fruition, everyone on Azeroth would need to work together. Unless they did, the legion would rule Azeroth, Orcs everywhere would burn.

Perhaps this mission may even have other benefits. Coming to battle with several supremely powerful wizards may provide fruitful rewards which would aid him in killing Blackhand without needing a small army. His hammer, which had been his go to weapon for years, WOULD crush the skull of Blackhand. But first, there is no reason why he could not assist in killing a powerful human. Even if it did mean allying with the enemy. It only took a moment for you to decide that a future Chieftain of the horde would need to have priorities. His first was ending this infernal war. The Burning Legion would not easily be forgotten as the most brutal and deadly foes to have ever walked Azeroth. Perhaps the glory you might bring to the Horde with your leadership could one day surpass that.

You told Durotan you would do it, even if it meant a temporary dishonor, it would be a steppingstone for the supreme honor.

Durotan gave you the details, and told you not to take the open road. You know just path to take to get to Alterac City without being noticed... Too much.

A fork came in the road and Durotan and his Wife told you they would go on the trodden path, incase they were being followed. It was becoming the darkest point of the night, and so low-light vision would not be benefit anyone who may be following.

You try for a moment to convince the couple to simply follow you, but Durotan mentioned that it is hard to stay hidden with a crying baby.

You saluted Durotan, which was returned. You then turned, and sprinted toward the pathway. The walk to Alterac City would take 2 days. You knew that the day after you arrived that the mission would begin. (Durotan and his wife took one day traveling by mount) You however smile, knowing that your path would afford you a few opportunities to kill the one race of creatures on Azeroth which you truly loathed.. Murlocs.

(You begin RP on the path, you can move 5 miles an hour, your journey would encompass 60 miles, which you would cover in two days. This allows for rest and any possible combat you may encounter. You may free move until / if a combat situation arrises. You must reach Alterac City before the expedition begins)