Getting my blade red.

Soon after the hunt with rebels i made my last visit at Orgrimmar, last time i saluted to Kor'kron who let me pass. I went through Valley of Spirits just to see the Darkspear held as captives, i wanted to be sure about my upcoming decision. Decision of joining the rebels and in the best case joining the Red Blades. I took my fortune from the bank, bought some equipments and leaved Orgrimmar once again. Good thing that i don't got friends of family so i could leave kor'kron stronghold quick with no need for good byes.

I packed my wolf and travelled back to Ashenvale for meeting with one of the Red Blades, he was called Revax Hellbrew. I met him in the keep that was recently taken by the rebels. He recieved me kindly and asked about my history and reasons why to join the red blades. I (tried to) answered him shortly and it seems that convincingly enough, so he accepted me to join the rebellion and among the Orcs of the Red Blade... As a new blood of course! After joining i had to ask him that was he drunk, and he was. It seems that he has self-claimed the title of best brewmaster in kalimdor. I tasted one of his brews and i cannot deny that it was good!

Tribe gathering. 

After that, i have remained in Ashenvale to participate in tribe gatherings and combat training. And once in a game called "Truth or Dare?", i would not ever join that kind of a game! Buuut there was lot's of free beer from Revax, so couldn't skip that chance. I don't remember much about the game and i don't want to remember, not after that next days terrible headache.. Other tribeorcs are good people and dedicated to tribe and it's goal, crushing Garrosh. I got my own tutor among the clan, Sadok Sharptongue. Sadok seems to me as a serious person, serious and grim. Where did he got his last name? Not from good jokes or nice little conversations i think. I'll see what he is up with me, what kind of trials will he make me do?

Speaking of grim, we also met some Blood Wolves!

I do not know how well they actually tolerate with warlocks. At this time rebellion needs everyone that is capable of joining them ,and cant affort to turn back anyone. At first tribe gathering i told that i was a warlock instead of a shaman. Still i think that many orcs think me as a shaman because of my appearance, i don't like running around the camp with full armor so i use my old robe. That and the fact that i don't use any demon companions like many other warlocks do, might have helped me to avoid haters and critics. But i will prove my worth among the tribe, and show those who question my methods that i can handle the fel and i'm not corruptive and i will not turn against my own people.


Whatever the trials might be, i'm going to succeed in them and become the true member of the tribe.  Wherever this tribe goes, i'm following it and cruhing anyone that have made barricades against it.
Whenever our chieftain shouts his battleroar, i'm standing ready to slaughter and burn!
FOR THE BLOOD OF THE TRIBE!

Drinking and playing!

No much memory after this...

Next day was terrible.

Meeting the rebels.

Some days i like to go into forests and walk around, it's calming me down and relaxing. I recently returned from Pandaria to visit Orgrimmar just for a quick visit. But since i came from far away i decided to ride into Ashenvale, gather some herbs and feel the forest. Even region is heavily militarized and full of dangers.

After hours of herb gathering and wandering, my throat went dry. There was little refuge camp nearby where i could get a drink. I rode there with my wolf and for my suprise i saw orcs, elfs and even one goblin. They were not normal grunts or defenders i could see that, some of them had wolf masks on their head. They were gathered around bonfire and looked serious. I didn't stop to chat so i went right through to innkeeper and bought some ale and sat down on an hammock.

I had my lamp shade on.

I didn't have much time to drink it before female Orc came to me. She wanted to know the reason why i was there. I told her that i was just gathering herbs and then decided to get a drink. 

I understand i looked suspicious, but i didn't know that i was dealing with rebels. Soon rest of the rebel group joined her and we had a little talk. 

I have only heard rumors that people have organised against Hellscreams horde. Like i have told, i have been away for a long time and i'm not familiar with Hellscream or his reputation. Only rumors of tyranny, i thought i had nothing to do with it. Seems that fate gave me opportunity to think twice.

Anyhow i think i got them to believe i was no harm. They even invited me to hunt corrupted elemental. I wanted to know more about whats happening here so i joined. And it sounded fun!

In our party there was...

Rargnasha, our chief and tough looking orc warrior. 

Threkna, orc warrior with two nasty swords. She was the first who came to me at inn.

Grodok, sympathetic orc shaman with a name i like.

Thragmag, orc death knight with huge runeblade.

These orcs had wolf masks on their head and tabards that seemed familiar, but i could not recognize it as a symbol of any clan.

There were also Mellí, weird elf. I think she was something between warlock and necromancer? I heard later that she is half-elf. What could other half be? Half humorless? Hah.

Last of us was Zapdrill, a little bit annoying goblin shaman.

We started our journey and walked deep into forest. After little walking and smalltalking we heard noises from the bushes. Group of furblogs ambushed us! Ambushing well prepared group was their mistake. Flames, swords, lightning and all sort of things happened and we were victorious. I had hit by an arrow but it was merely a scratch. Some of us got also wounded, but soon we continued forward. 

Ambushed by furbolgs!

When we arrived near a little lake we got attacked again. But this time by smelly vine creature! Elemental was made of water and all kind of stuff from the bottom muds of the lake. I even saw few fingers inside it! This was our prey. Creature managed to strangulate some of us but we teared vines off and dealt damage to it as much as we could. Battle was tough but after we had weakened creature enough Mellí dealt killing blow to it.

Inside the remains of the creature was old corpse that seemed like an elf. Rargnasha took body and we returned back to refuge camp. Back at the camp, elf was recognized as servitor of Hellscream. Rargnasha went talk to elfs of Sin Belore about the corpse. Meanwhile i shared a drink with Grodok.

Next day i returned back to Orgrimmar and learned more about rebels. And most important, about Orcs of the Red Blade. It is a tribe that was reformed from orcs of different clans, it was founded around same time i leaved to live my life as a hermit. It seems that they are still accepting members among them. They impressed me.

All these events made me think about our horde. I thought i was happy with joining Hellscreams war machine. I have been all by myself for so long that i thought being part of the big wheel would be something. But it is only marching and destroying in the name of the big guy Garrosh. Aiming only to give him more power and resources... So much has chanced. I remember horde as a big family, aiming for greater good and marching under one barrier. But this... Hellscream butchering DARKSPEAR trolls! Civil war... Mining under sacred vale in pandaria and who knows what.

Greedy bastard.