[H] The voice of Hellscream (IC-Propaganda)

((In my opinion: Go ahead, it promotes RP))

(fine by me if you post my bit - I'm sure it'd be fine for most, with credit to the OP and writers?)

Grufftoof wrote:(with credit to the OP and writers?)

(( And a reference to this thread and these forums, that goes without saying ))

((Would it be better to stick it in a thread of it's own, or on the Rumor & Gossip thread?))

(this is it's own entity, I'd say, and not just rumour etc)

(( It's own thread would be best. I'm waiting for OP's blessing to post it, even hoping that Morgeth might be motivated to do it him/herself. ))

((I'm fine with posting my stuff. I can create a thread there and others can just post what they've written too? Like Mags and Erwt, etc?))

(( That would be great! I've been using the propaganda posted here in RP, it's gold <3 ))

(Will post as Mojoshi when I get my to my authenticator at home - certainly one of the most annoying aspects of the Blizz forums)

“WAR!” Gizmo Frazzlecrank, beaming, shouted to no one in particular as he worked on the noisy pier.

“Huh-yeah? What? What is it good for?” The rather austere harbourmaster made notes in his ledger, clearly not listening.

“Well, business, actually. For business there aint no thing that comes close. Especially when your own business is...”

The Goblin ducked as the crane’s main beam swung past. Whistling sharply he swore at the Hobgoblin below, who grunted and spun rig back - it’s the precious cargo swaying erratically as it came around.

“… ah, I see. Everything is in order I assume? Papers?”

“Yeah, yeah here ya go” He passed a wad of documents and a conspicuously bulging sack of chinking metal at the civil servant.

“Quite. I’m sure this will be fine. The last warehouse on the left, you have a week. I’ll take you there myself.” The human, clutching his books and bag shuffled off down the creaking dock.

“Can we make this speedy? Time is money friend afterall, time is money. Heh, and I swear some of these guards are giving me the eye…”

“Indeed. Of course. One wouldn’t want to displease The Doctor. Such a good… tradesman.”

And the first of the boxes began to follow the pair down along the waterside. Each rickety container, padded with straw and rags, marked with a giant indigo B.D.L.I.

Lok'tar brothers and sisters of the Horde!

"Only the strong may dwell in Orgrimmar." - Garrosh Hellscream, our Glorious Warchief.
These words ring true in every ear, for it is us, the strong that will crush the Alliance and take back what is ours!
For too long have we lived in poor conditions, had to rely on petty races.

But now is the time for war, no more world apocalypses, only Horde dominion and survival!
Brothers, sisters! Tauren and orc alike! Any of you whom prove to be worthy of strength in the Horde, now marks the time for us to unleash the true might of the HORDE!
We will take the woods of Ashenvale, purge it's pesky elves! We will crush Theramore and every human regiment in the Barrens! We will expand, we will conquer Azeroth!

We will slaughter the Alliance swines, every pinkskin will be cut apart in our wake, LOK'TAR OGAR!
For the Hellscreams, for the Warchief, AND FOR THE HORDE!


- General Varrgosh Bloodrend, Warsong Offensive

(( oh dis bad, Very very bad...))

-as Aishling read what had been delivered to her, her face became angry again. One of her servants, noticing her face turn angry made haste to make it to the door in time-

"That... that... IDIOT?! HAS HE GONE INSANE!"

-She shook her head, and sighed... trying to regain some of her calmness-

"I need to visit some friends..."

You heard that? Heard them say they had no meat and bread? The farms in the Barrens have nothing to more to send to us? That there are already too many mouths to feed in our City?

Too many mouths indeed! Measly mouths and puny mouths. The mouths of the meek and weaklings.

Why should we feed these curs and cowards. Those too weak or feeble to lift sword and steel? Those who we carry like weights around our necks?

Not our own. Not the strong and noble. The honourable people of our City, our Horde. Our Warchief calls us to arms and what do they do? Nothing, nothing save slow us. Nothing, nothing save empty our stores and dwindle our spirits.

They drag us down, their mouths gaping, their bellies ever hungry.

I ask you, Brother, Sister, I ask you. Are they truly our own?

They're as bad as the pinkskins. A cancer within our very walls! There is no honour in taking without thanks. There is no honour in robbing your very Brother of his strength! There is no honour in suffering this plague of weakness within our ranks!

Our Warchief calls us to arms, yes. But our war begins here, at home. Before we purge this land of the plague of humanity, we need rid ourselves of the plague of the weak!

Heed this call! Cut off those ever-hungry mouths, cut away the weak so the strong may grow.

That strength, the strength of Hellscream, is within you!

Show it, act!

FOR THE HORDE!

--

Heard at the Inn, Valley of Strength, Orgrimmar

((that is pure gold gruff!!))