The Summit [Orgrim's Outriders]

[Jason]

Garrok'thar listened to each as they presented themselves, then stepped forward as Zbek returned to his place. He walked to the side, facing both Warlord Kron and the group of officers. He removed his wolf's head mask out of respect, gazing upon the group with a severe expression. After a moment, he grumbles, "I am Garrok'thar Embergaze, survivor of Mannorath's blood, and the Siege of Shattrath thereafter - greatest of Draenei cities -. I am a victor of the First War, victim of the Second War, and close adviser to our Warlord's council. For over a decade now I have been a practicing shaman, and pay the Elements their due respect in return for their fury. The ancestors guide me in my service of the Horde.

"I am your Lieutenant-General," he finished simply, nodding at Kron. The massive orc motioned for the next, over seven-and-a-half foot form of muscle and age returning to it's place.

[Nexi]

Naruntan stepped forward, his black iron hammer that inspired his name secured to his back, and held a fist across his chest in salute. "Naruntan Darkhammer, wolf rider of our people for over fifty years."

He nodded once, giving a deep grunt, before returning to his place in line.

[Darkneon]

Another troll steps forward, ready to stand and deliver.

"Alcippe Bosa'deti, Warlord." She steps back in rank.

[Protesilaus]

Rokthar nodded to each and every one of them as they introduced themselves one by one, and when it finally came to his turn, he stepped out proudly, turning around so he may get full view of the many races gathered here, as he saluted to them respectfully, his right fist slamming into his chest and his left arm behind his back.
"My name is Rokthar Fleshrender," he said clearly. "It is an honor to fight by your side, Warlord, Lieutenant-General, and my fellow brethren. Strength and Honor, and may the Horde stand victorious."
He took a step back, falling back in line as he began memorizing the names, face, attire and behavior of his new allies, the ones of which he would fight alongside with in the near future.

[Amerason]

((Alright! Well guys, if you want we can now take this over to IC in Grommash Hold and Orgrimmar! Your characters may be RP'd in Orgrimmar from now on!))

Warlord Kron glanced over the ranks once more and then nodded to them with a grin, "This is good, I have high hopes for all of you and have the up most confidence in each of your individual abilities, come before me when I call for you so that I may discuss the details of your promotion, until this time you are free to travel about the city, you shall be given sleeping quarters within Grommash Hold, do not flaunt your rank, soldiers, I shall begin speaking with our honored Warchief and preparing preperations alongside the Lt. General."

With that Kron stood and snapped a proud salute as he eyed his ranks one last time, "Blood and Thunder, Sons of the Horde! You are dismissed!" With that the Warlord had turned to leave, his honor guard following him at each step.

[Jason]

((Small note to fellow officers, I'll be absent from any RP until my profile is approved. As soon as that happens (which I'm sure it won't be long now) I'll be right there with you.))

[Protesilaus]

(( Agh, I bear bad news, fellow guildies. I'm sick, which means I won't be able to actively roleplay, and I'm guessing I'll be in this state for at least a week or more. I might have to get hospitalized, which would extend my sick period to a month or so. The future of my active roleplaying lifestyle looks grim indeed. ))