Lok'tar Ogar!

For Doomhammer! (Indie Thrall RP blog. WIP)

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ladyofthekirintor started following you

It had been done.

His people were free from the control of the demon's blood.

But at a great cost.

When Thrall came back, every one of his people, the horde, were shocked with what he was carrying. A body. Lifeless, but still warm, in his arms. It was of Grom. The orc they did so much to save from his further corruption. 

Thrall, the Warchief, mighty warrior and shaman, who stood so tall before, seemed so small, so meek as he laid the body in their stronghold. It was a few moments before he walked out. But he did not stay to talk to his people, he made his stride towards the Human camp. To stand in front of their leader, looking her in the eyes for just a moment. Before he went on one knee, bowing his head to her.

"Jaina--Me and my people thank you, for your aid. Were it not for your aid. We would've lost so much more. 

I--

Thank you."

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For all his Shamanistic power, he could not have foreseen this. His people were in a panic, even if he was shocked and surprised, he had to stay focused, and composed. It was an escort, they looked like humans at first, but when they got closer, the sentries noticed their flesh was decaying. 

Undead.

While he was not there when Lordaeron was massacred by the Scourge, he heard about the atrocities that had occurred there. He was afraid of what happened there, may have just gotten it's foothold here.

He still rode out, with a sizable group of raiders in tow, to meet them. His blue eyes icy as he looks at the group of former humans and elves. His voice was a low growl when he spoke to them.

"Who is your leader, and what is your business in Durotar. Speak quickly."

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Thrall needed time to himself, to ponder and think. Masquerading his need to be alone as him taking a patrol, he was rarely the lying type, but given his duties he couldn't do it any other way. By the nearest, clearest stream he rests, with his wolf Snowsong. He enjoys the quiet babble of both the water, and the elements as he does, drinking the clear water, and washing his face with it. He would be going soon.

But as he's crouched over the brook, he hears something. Snowsong was quick to react too, the massive wolf growling at the bushes. Easily lifting up the Doomhammer, he looks around. Yet cannot find a single thing. He motions to Snowsong, to stay, and be calm. "Who's out there? Show yourself. Or I will send Snowsong in to find out for me." It could've just been an animal for all he knew, but in a world like this, he could not take any chances.

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Thrall sketch by atryl

[meisterc]

o warchief my warchief

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Hey!

Thanks to everyone who's followed already, thank you so much.

But I would like to say, that as you can tell, this blog is a WIP so please give me a bit of time to get completely ready for it, and I'll get to starters!