[H] Poster - Soul Of The Horde

Shoulder to Shoulder

Shoulder to Shoulder, the races of the new Horde founded a union of friendship and mutual assistance. United We stand stronger than we ever could alone, defeating all who would challenge our freedom and existance! With strength and Honour!

Orc's! Troll's! Tauren! Forsaken! Sindorei! Goblin! Houjin! This is our Horde! United and strong!

But one would see what we have built brought to ruin...

Hellscream

The Son of mighty Grom has taken it upon himself that the Orc, especially the Kor'kron, stand a head above all others! That those who show restraint and honour, those who keep with tradition... should be crushed under the ethos of Brutality and might.

First he killed Cairne! then cast out the Darkspear! Then he threw away the Sindorei lives chasing relics and shadowy power! and finally, he had Vol'jin murdered to crush all opposition!

This is a Fools path...

Hellscream tortures and warps the body's of the innocent in his dungeons, to create monsters and abominations! Warriors without a will of their own! To fight a war without end, without a warriors honour!

What low has the Horde been brought too, when it must follow the warped ambitions of a Warchief who murders his own and throws away the lives of its citizens like they are dust in the wind?

No More! The Horde is More than its Warchief!

Orcs! shrug away this dishonour that his been placed upon you! We are the Horde! We did not throw off our demonic shackles just to become Slave masters ourselves!

Fight the Kor'kron! Resist Hellscream!

Those who serve him and walk this fools path know who they are! Do not subjugate yourself to Orcish task masters! Do not bow to Warlocks Wielding the fel in Hellscreams name! Do not be deceived by the scapegoating of the Forsaken royal envoy! Each is the enemy, Each serves the kor'kron! And each must be fought with mind, body and soul!

The Burning Blade Sheds its blood in defiance, Battling for the Soul of the Horde! We are not monsters and murderers! We shall fight without mercy to prevent our peoples from falling back into oblivion and servitude! We shall fight to the end to make Silvermoon rise again! We shall fight with all our hearts to honour the Earthmother! We shall Fight with all our might to Avenge Vol'jin!

Rise up Sons and Daughters of the Horde! Those who rule by fear, only rule as long as they whom they lord over lack courage!

And the Horde is Courage.

-Blademaster Krogon - Lok'tar Ogar!

((With the coming uprising in 5.3, a proverbial 'flashpoint' is going to occur, and these posters are designed to help stir that up in our horde populace. If anyone still wants to get involved with the Resistance, they can contact me here on this forum via private messages, whisper me in game or leave a post here - http://www.defiasrp.com/t6323-h-resistance-against-the-kor-kron-and-hellscream

and please! lets see some in character reactions!))

Vangrel is delivered a copy of the poster by a Deathstalker, whom stands at the door while Vangrel reads it. Chuckling heavily, he gives it back to the Deathstalker.

"Do you wish for us to remove them, Undertaker?" the Deathstalker inquires ominously.

"No, let the posters stay up, the Forsaken will do as the Queen commands, until then, let the primitives fight their wars." comes the faint reply from Vangrel, he follows it up with a simple "Bring these posters to the High Command, perhaps they are interested" and continues filling out paperwork.

The Deathstalker nods once, salutes, and walks out shutting the door behind him.

Feltrand walks into the loo and looks at the poster and reads it. He than sighs.

''Meh do they really need to litter this good things with such bad designs...''

tears poster off the wall and rolls it, than places into robe

[in his minds] ''Better show this to College... And find another one for my room walls. I think history is building up and i hope something good comes out of it. nothing is same since Thrall left...''

((go team jaco- erm i mean thrall!))

Kar'ana was walking back to her apartment in Silvermoon after having the closed meeting with the rest of the Council when a black tuft of fur catches her eye. "What the?" she mutters to herself as she inspects the parchment placed there and scans it over. Her eyes alight with a dark fury as the memories of the Dalaran Purge surface and Hellscream's part in it.

"So... this Blademaster seeks Hellscreams end does he... Then our goals are the same." she hissed out between clenched teeth, her hands formed into fists at the thought of that brutal war monger. She looks over the parchment once more before smirking. "Time to show Garrosh the price for daring to play with fire. And what are the Sin'dorei if not Elves of the Sun? The greatest flame to have ever existed?"

The blood elf woman returns on her route home, a pleasant smile on her face, her fingers dancing with fire as she contemplates the retribution that awaits the "Warchief".

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Meanwhile in the Temple of the Two Moons a tired Pandaren sits at a table in the bar. He'd just returned from a soujourn at the Gate to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms where the Mogu had been striking hard again despite the assaults on the Thunder King's Palace and Isle.

He sighs as he takes a draft of his ale. "They never seem to stop... almost like this war with the Alliance." mused the Pandaren as he looked into the reflection of his drink. Staring back at him was a Pandaren he barely recognised as himself. His time in the field had changed him, new scars had formed from various bladed weapons. Zouyo's eyes had beheld death and destruction the likes he had not witnessed before joining the Horde. Even back on the Wandering Isle he had only ever knocked out the Hozen and Vermin... never actually slain them.

Now though... he had done his fair share of killing. For what purpose though? Why did he fight? He looked once more into the ale for an answer, his other paw thumbing the go tile he had found in his pocket a few weeks back after the skirmish in the Jade Forest. Something in the reflected drink caught his addling attention.

A parchment blowing on a breeze caused by passing travellers and soldiers moving through the rooms.

Zouyo stood up and went to inspect the scrollwork, his eyes reading through the orcish characters slowly. They widened as he grasped the import of the message that lay within. He quickly snatched up the parchment with the same speed that had given him the name of Rainclaw and stuffed it into his shirt. The monk took another look at his ale, before a slow smile formed upon his furry features.

"Now that... is a good reason to fight friend..." the reflection said to him before he downed the ale in a single pass and made his way for the kite keeper. He had a small detour to make at the Arboretum in the Jade Forest before he returned to Kalimdor on the next ship from Domination Point. If this resistance were to truly succeed... they were going to need all the fire-power they could get.

A Serpent with a purpose and cause to fight, is truly a fearsome adversary.

Murgh starts taking down the posters from around Orgrimmar and burns them in chaotic fire within his palm. "I'll see this Blademaster burn in a pit of Fel fire for such venomous sedition!" he snarls and coughs, hobbling along with his bright green Fel eye companion floating close beside him.


(If only there was a Kor'kron guild to rp against this resistance.)

OOC:

(If only there was a Kor'kron guild to rp against this resistance.)

We in SSM have our own little alt guild for Kor'kron to use in our plotlines. I could see if there's any interest from SSM in helping out with this.

I wonder how many actual role-played characters in the resistance will die while resisting a dictator.

Vangrel Lansire wrote:I wonder how many actual role-played characters in the resistance will die while resisting a dictator.

Depends how many are going to quit wow for a time to try out Teso. (Alright, i'm being cynical but yeah will be interesting, there can be no heroes without losses after all)

Vangrel Lansire wrote:I wonder how many actual role-played characters in the resistance will die while resisting a dictator.

Probably a few that somehow miracously gets resurrected after some time because they either got tired of WoW, then regretted their decision and come back... Or they do a character makeover (name/race/factionchange). (Hmm, now who would that fit upon?)

Like the poster Krogon. I have a Hellscream fanatic who would like to set the world on fire (Mojoshi Ogou'ferray). He could well be sacrificed in this as part of a larger thing.

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Here's a suggestion and a final request: Stop that shit before it starts, Cid.

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(( Come on guys, cool it on the cynicism and focus on the role-play ahead. ))

A young troll child runs through the sandy island roads, a poster almost too big for him to carry fluttering behind him. "Papa! Papa!" He calls happily, and clashes face-first into his father. The both of them roll around on the floor for a short while, before the father pins the child to the ground under his foot, and pries the poster from his grasp. The child thrashes around, laughing.

The fathers laugh swiftly gets replaced by a frown. He lifts his foot off of his offspring when he's done reading.

"Go get your mother." He speaks in his native tongue. "Daddy needs to go on a little trip."
The child hesitates for a moment. The father snarls at the boy and gives him a righteous slap. "Now, child!"

As the child runs off to find it's mother, the father rolls the poster up between his three-fingered hands. So you have decided to go public, Blade Master. Time for the doctor to make some... House calls.




Early in the morning a single Troll on his trusty raptor slips through the Kor'kron forces patrolling Durotar, away from the freedom of the echo islands, and due south.

(( Krogon, Jahzeem rides to meet the marauders in Feralas, and will arrive there on Saturday. If you want to catch him and have a ROW ROW, RIGHT DA POWAH talk, then would be a good time. ))

Mojoshi's eyes mirrored the rising flames as he shouted into the night's sky.

He gaze an us all, guided by Papa. His gaze fall an dem who turn aways from da true Horde. His gaze sees da makin of ya. Sees da colo' of ya soul.

His old hands trembled as he lifted the stone dagger high. A scream then cut short, silenced permanently.

The body twitched and convulsed on the crude altar. Blood darkened the sand as Mojoshi worked quickly with the knife.

See?! Black be the heart of the cowards who turn from da truth. From Papa an Hellscream. From da true Horde.

The Troll raised his hands high showing the slowly pulsing organ to his only audience - the stars - before flinging it on to the fire.

There it withered and burned brightly, but briefly. And behind his mask the flame caller frowned.

Areyah leaned back in her seat as she looked over the poster. The writing was harsh, ragged lines that she couldn't hope to decipher, herself. But supposedly, it was evidence on growing Horde dissension to Garrosh's rule. She looked up at Jayden--her deputy. The dark-skinned man had given her the poster, remarking that it had been delivered by Section Seven agents.

"They're sure?" Areyah asked.

"So their operatives within the Horde are saying. Until we get Tomb's full report we can't say just how widespread this is, but..."

"But it's an opportunity."

"Yes, ma'am."

Areyah nodded, and then held the poster back out to Jayden. "Take it to the scribes, get me some translated copies."

"Anything else?"

"Yes. I need to see Afrasiabi, Lightbringer, and Steelfist. And we're going to be needing complete reports on Horde culture, their current level of resources, our current level of resources, and details on any sympathetic Horde elements previously on record that we could draw on if His Majesty agrees on moving forward with this course of action."

"I'll get on it," Jayden said, before turning and walking out of the room.

Areyah pursed her lips, as she reached under her desk and pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey. She sat up and grabbed an empty glass from the desktop and filled it, before setting the bottle back down. Let's see how many people start calling me traitor for making deals with the Horde again, she thought to herself, before downing the glass.

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Vangrel Lansire wrote:I wonder how many actual role-played characters in the resistance will die while resisting a dictator.

((At least one, so far.))

(( Make that two. ))

((Vangrel's question was about people resisting Garrosh though. Deli died supporting Garrosh.))

((What are the general statistics on the number of character deaths per large event. In retrospect, one death in this theme is more than I've seen in most rp-pvp campaigns))

Kristeas Sunbinder wrote:((What are the general statistics on the number of character deaths per large event. In retrospect, one death in this theme is more than I've seen in most rp-pvp campaigns))

((more then enough for us to start worrying if the Val'kyr can resurrect that many in one setting for a week straight.))

Grufftoof wrote:
Here's a suggestion and a final request: Stop that shit before it starts, Cid.

SOMEONE's a bit grumpy today? I was just jesting, sheesh. Forgive me for not adding any of the smilies, but none of them were fitting...

The poster is lit by green, shadow-dappled sunlight, and flutters listlessly in a fitful breeze, trapped as it is in the grip of a heavy, red-and-brass hued plate gauntlet.

Amber eyes squint closely at the words. Words of war. Of revolution. Of treason.

"It's about bloody time", Thrakha's voice growls harshly.

"But I'll not order them to waste their lives to exalt you, Devilstep, nor to pursue yer personal feuds.

"We are the Shatterskull Marauders."

The metal-bound fist closes slowly on the thick parchment, which begins to smoulder as it crumples.

"Now comes the day when each one of us decides what that truly means."

Eyes the letter on the wall, and ponders for a bit. She does feel a strong bond with the message, but she shouldn't. Not here, not in Silvermoon.

"Hmn, this is one of the many voices that can be heard through the lands. The direct attack, the choosing of sides... It is a message I can relate to. Yet these messages are somewhat a threat to the stability of the Horde".

She stood there longer than she wanted, and a small crowd gathered around her, reading what she was reading. At one point someone bumped into her and she was snapped out of her own world.

She took her wand, aimed it at the letter, and set it on fire. The wall itself, or the letters around it, remained intact.

"These terrorists want to destabilize our community, they think the Sin'dorei are weak of mind and heart to believe this nonsense... Now please people, move along. I do not have to remind you will be branded an enemy if you support this!"

(( I re-posted this on our private Shatterskull Forums. Here are some of the reactions. ))

Grim wrote:Grim stares at a copy of the poster he found in Camp Mojache.

"They ask me to take up arms against my own kind... in defence of the pinkskins, the trolls..."

The grizzled orc scowls, carefully folding the poster and placing it in one of his many belt-pouches.

Hikka wrote:At the Eastgate of Camp Mojache Hikka and couple of angry looking orc auxiliries embargo some items from suspicious looking "refugee" troll and turn him back to the way he came.

"Kor'Kron tabard, Warcaller." The first orc grunts as he goes through the bag.
"And this.. poster. Look!" Says the other orc and shows Hikka the poster.

Hikka reads the poster with a frown, grunts and shoves the paper somewhere under her chestgear.

"Keep da post, bois. Ah' send meats 'n mead fo' ya." She says before changing salutes with the duo and marching back to inn.

Kathyikas wrote:In the jungles of Stranglethorn, a bat flits quickly and clumsily through the air towards Yojamba Isle.
As it begins to cross the water, a piece of paper hits it in the face and it blindly nose dives into the sea.
There's a purple flash, and Kathyikas rises onto the island and reads the paper that hit him.
"Dey fanally bringin' da fight ta Garrosh's cult of crazy? Ah'd betta sharpan ma claws and mix some acids."
Cackles ring out into the jungle, and purple puffs of voodoo hang in the air.

In Undercity a shady looking Forsaken with a metal mask passes over the canal to the Rogue district, as he passes next to a wall he spots one of these posters.

"Hmmph...what is this? This might change my plans, no, I don't want this to happen. I've worked so hard, I need Garrosh, the fool for this."

He looks around to make sure nobody is watching him, then he takes out a small shiv-like knife from his boot, carving onto the poster

"The warchief's will shall not be broken by petty rebels.
-Kor'kron"

((some wonderful IC reply's, keep them coming. Great to see the many opinions))

((Oh dear... I think Garrosh has really gone and fucked himself over now, if he hadn't done so earlier... http://www.wowhead.com/news=211671/5-3-ptr-korkron-takeover-zone-changes-and-event-loot yeeeaah... Taran Zhu is having a serious "I told you so!" moment after this little development... That's gonna make things a little more interesting for Pandaren RPers))