03-31-2011, 06:59 AM
Racsos Story
Blade's Edge Mountains
"Serve the Mok'nathal, but most of all serve the Horde. Racsos,
my father's father and my father served the Horde when they invaded Azeroth,
I never had the chance. You must serve the Horde so that our family may regain our honor."
This was the last words of Raksah, Racsos father.
[Hours Earlier]
The warhorn sounded as orcish battle cries was heard from the the spike cliffs which Blade's Edge Mountains was known for.
Then came arrows flying from the skies. The Ogres at the outpost was taken by surprice and was not ready for the attack.
Half-Ogres of the Mok'nathal Clan rushed in the open gate of the outpost, the Ogres which had just gotten to arms,
was quickly overwhelmed by the slightly smaller Mok'nathals.
Racsos rushed up the massive tower in the middle of the outpost, behind him came three other felloe Half-Ogres,
all armed to the teeths. As Racsos reached the top of the tower he quickly charged the first Ogre who was waiting for them, driving his axe into the Ogres leg,
it screamed in pain. Then with a powerful second strike to the Ogres rips it fell of the tower, slamming into the ground below. Another Ogre was still ontop of the tower, holding a massive rock above his head,
as expected the Ogre threw it toward Racsos. With a step to the side the rock missed, skidding of the tower floor.
Racsos grinned as he unsheated a smaller axe from his belt, then with a poerful hand movement threw it toward the Ogres head, penetrating the thick skull the Ogre collapsed forward.
"Burn the banners and take any supplies! And take care of the wounded."
Orders was given from below, a massive Half-Ogre, who looked more like an Ogre was in charge.
As Racsos descended from the tower he could see a Mok'nathal lying beneth the rock which fell of the Tower.
He did not expect to find that it was his father, it felt as if his feet was carrying a mountain. He fell on his knees unable to speak any words to his still-alive father.
"Bah, seems like they got me this time Racsos, Heh... It seems like this is where I take a new path. And you walk your own, you must be Strong Racsos."
"Serve the Mok'nathal, but most of all serve the Horde. Racsos, my father's father and my father served the Horde when they invaded Azeroth,
I never had the chance. You must serve the Horde so that our family may regain our honor."
"And keep our people safe, never let these filthy Ogre win, n-never..."
The Journey
Racsos steps was heavy as he left the village he had lived in his whole life, where he grew up... Where he left to fight... Where his grand father was buried.
So many memories he would have to leave behind, perhaps never see again. Now he had to walk out in the world, where his father could not help him anymore.
The Worg Den
He walked throught the forest, toward the south. He knew where he had to go if he wanted to leave Blade's Edge.
He would have to venture into the Worg Den. And at this time of year it would be dangerous,
very dangerous since there was litle food and the worgs would be hungry for meat.
Racsos arrived the den just before night fall, it was already getting dark. He entered one of the many enterances of the den,
the worgs would quickly smell him, but hopefully the darkness would work on his side.
A few houndred yards inside the den, it started to hill downward, this was good a good sign he knew.
"When it starts to hill downward, you're close to Zangarmarsh."
He remember what his old friend had said back in the village, he knew all of Outland like his own pocket.
The Marshes
Racsos could smell the marshes now, it was a compeletly new enviorment for him, the wilderness was wast and the fog revealed litle landscape,
but he continued to travel south-east as he was told to do.
Blade's Edge Mountains
"Serve the Mok'nathal, but most of all serve the Horde. Racsos,
my father's father and my father served the Horde when they invaded Azeroth,
I never had the chance. You must serve the Horde so that our family may regain our honor."
This was the last words of Raksah, Racsos father.
[Hours Earlier]
The warhorn sounded as orcish battle cries was heard from the the spike cliffs which Blade's Edge Mountains was known for.
Then came arrows flying from the skies. The Ogres at the outpost was taken by surprice and was not ready for the attack.
Half-Ogres of the Mok'nathal Clan rushed in the open gate of the outpost, the Ogres which had just gotten to arms,
was quickly overwhelmed by the slightly smaller Mok'nathals.
Racsos rushed up the massive tower in the middle of the outpost, behind him came three other felloe Half-Ogres,
all armed to the teeths. As Racsos reached the top of the tower he quickly charged the first Ogre who was waiting for them, driving his axe into the Ogres leg,
it screamed in pain. Then with a powerful second strike to the Ogres rips it fell of the tower, slamming into the ground below. Another Ogre was still ontop of the tower, holding a massive rock above his head,
as expected the Ogre threw it toward Racsos. With a step to the side the rock missed, skidding of the tower floor.
Racsos grinned as he unsheated a smaller axe from his belt, then with a poerful hand movement threw it toward the Ogres head, penetrating the thick skull the Ogre collapsed forward.
"Burn the banners and take any supplies! And take care of the wounded."
Orders was given from below, a massive Half-Ogre, who looked more like an Ogre was in charge.
As Racsos descended from the tower he could see a Mok'nathal lying beneth the rock which fell of the Tower.
He did not expect to find that it was his father, it felt as if his feet was carrying a mountain. He fell on his knees unable to speak any words to his still-alive father.
"Bah, seems like they got me this time Racsos, Heh... It seems like this is where I take a new path. And you walk your own, you must be Strong Racsos."
"Serve the Mok'nathal, but most of all serve the Horde. Racsos, my father's father and my father served the Horde when they invaded Azeroth,
I never had the chance. You must serve the Horde so that our family may regain our honor."
"And keep our people safe, never let these filthy Ogre win, n-never..."
The Journey
Racsos steps was heavy as he left the village he had lived in his whole life, where he grew up... Where he left to fight... Where his grand father was buried.
So many memories he would have to leave behind, perhaps never see again. Now he had to walk out in the world, where his father could not help him anymore.
The Worg Den
He walked throught the forest, toward the south. He knew where he had to go if he wanted to leave Blade's Edge.
He would have to venture into the Worg Den. And at this time of year it would be dangerous,
very dangerous since there was litle food and the worgs would be hungry for meat.
Racsos arrived the den just before night fall, it was already getting dark. He entered one of the many enterances of the den,
the worgs would quickly smell him, but hopefully the darkness would work on his side.
A few houndred yards inside the den, it started to hill downward, this was good a good sign he knew.
"When it starts to hill downward, you're close to Zangarmarsh."
He remember what his old friend had said back in the village, he knew all of Outland like his own pocket.
The Marshes
Racsos could smell the marshes now, it was a compeletly new enviorment for him, the wilderness was wast and the fog revealed litle landscape,
but he continued to travel south-east as he was told to do.