Warsong

 It is ritual before battle.

Panic would sweep this battlefield more than the dancing flames caressed by the wind and sinister ambitions, carried into the fading sky of the eve. While the heat of frantic certainly towered over the licking embers and crackles of pyro, it was nothing if placed in relation to the cries that roared, shrilled over the moans of collapsing structures in their blaze red return into the earth, leaving only the black ash as evidence of their demise. The hot gales whipped up to fuel the torrent of infernos, unleashing the bulk of the already intense oranges and reds to bend, falling atop the vulnerable constructions of man and their devices. Explosions lit the night in jubilant hues, only to draw outlines against the darker clouds that loomed in stolid watch of the conflagrations below.

37 Days Past...

I hate Orcs... Not all Orcs mind you but any any Orc I've never met I assume I'll hate, and most Orcs I have met I do hate.   An exception to this is Ravlin.  But that is a story for another time.

Funny really, I never used to hate Orcs at all, when I was younger I befriended an Orcish child aboutmy age for a few hours before he was ripped to shreds and eaten by murlocs.  No the reason I hate Orcs is both valid and secret.  I assume if anyone ever reads this I'll be dead so there's no reason in not writing down the treacheryof The Warsong Clan for all to, well, read.

Several years ago Thrall saved our people from the Sea Witch.  This is a well known fact, but fewer people understand that the  kindness of that same Orc led to the death of many of our people.

"Why do you look so down young one?" The woman whispered at me as she prepared for her departure.

Would your son betray the warchief my child?

"Father... gone... Orcs..." I replyed, my common even worse than my Orcish.

No, I don't believe so... Would it matter?

"Your father..." She looked down at me, her face beautiful, but covered with a hood. "Zul'Jengo? He was killed by the Orc known as Hellscream, the very Orc which you were tasked to help me free..."

Look at him Jengo, he thirsts to avenge your death, he desires to destroy the Orcs...

I see Master Sen'Jin...

((I was commissioned many months ago to write the story of the rise of the Omen, and have only now started compiling the information neccessary to begin writing the first chapters. As you may know, Black Omen was founded as a PvP guild, but its first leader and great Chief, Muargon, believed in the importance of a strong Roleplay foundation for the guild's beliefs, justifications, and motivations.

I have had to adapt many of the original ''characters'' of the story and assign them roles in a narrative history, as many of them are no longer playing the game and can't be contacted with questions as to their preference in being inserted into the story. But I've strived to maintain the general ''flavor'' of the characters as they were played by their owners, and hopefully do them justice in these illustrated roles...

The members of the horde were not used to having a paladin walking around their cities, they were not used to having a paladin who wouldn’t attack them on site, merely because they exist… to them the only real paladin’s they knew were the ones they saw in the battlefield under the alliance battle standards… and Eli was not one of those paladins.