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@firstoftheogremagi
“The hour of Their return approaches! (Kneel! Kneel before the Lords of the never ending void!)”
“Soon all will hear the death knell of this world! (Blood! Slaughter! Die! Die! Die!)”
“Azeroth will serve the Void as it was prophesied! (Darkness! Madness! It is all She will know!)”
“It cannot be stopped! (The Void consumes all!!!)”
“THE VOID LORDS ARE COMING!”
“The world soul clings to Death’s door and will soon be claimed by its rightful and true masters! (Devour her soul They will!),” the two-headed ogre preached before the mass of followers that had made the pilgrimage to Silithus after the great sword had stabbed the world. “Soon she will be the Harbinger of Their return and rain chaos and destruction upon the universe, as is Their right! (Chaos! Destruction! Murder! Murder! Hahaha!). Who among you will step forward to ensure the champions of Azeroth do not succeed in healing this wounded world? (Slay them all!)”
@walkingdisasterofamage
Gul’dan, beaten and defeated, shows up at Cho’gall’s to join team Old God.
“Behold the mighty and powerful god, humbled by mere mortals (Beaten like a welp! Crawling like a babe!),” the two-headed ogre looked upon the warlock with amused scorn. “Come to seek true power at last? (The Masters will drive him mad! Mad! Mad! Ahhaha!)”
"So, if one head of yours is killed, what happens to the other one?"
“Depends on which one dies. (Body is mine! Ha ha!)”
“So the head still living takes control over the body entirely? Hmm…” A sly grin spread across her face.
Both heads glare at the dragonprincess. “You will find that it is far more preferable that I stay in control of the body, dragon. (Chaos will reign! Death, blood, gore!)”
archmage-khadgar said: omfg Cho'gall was you?
“You find that surprising, little man? (Surprise! Surprise! Ahahah!)”
Anon Hate vs Public Hate
I find it hypocritical of people who claim they hate Anon Hate and yet they turn around and publicly ridicule someone they think is the Anon Hater with little proof to back it up on their own blog and reblog it months later after the incident has passed and is forgotten.
Publicly spreading hate is just as bad and if not worse than sending it Anonymously, especially if you only have an opinion of the person’s guilt. You cause that person to receive Anon Hate in return and continue the viscous cycle of cruelty.
Emotions are running on over drive, I know, but rather than be a participant in the cycle just be the better person and drop it. Ignore the person you suspect is the Hater and don’t hurt them in return. You might just be accusing an innocent, and even if they happen to be guilty no one deserves that kind of shaming.
I won’t name names but you know who you are. 😡
Reblog this if I have permission to go in your inbox to start a random RP
✬ - firstoftheogremagi
"Whose there?" Jaina sat up her bed as she looked into the darkness.
"Your worse nightmare. (Monsters under the bed! Darkness in the Light! Haha)," Cho’gall stepped out of the dark and into the pale moon light bathing the room from a window. Both of his heads smiled maliciously at her. "The Master wants to speak to you. (Deny him at your peril!)"
"You are a pathetic nightmare." Jaina glared at the ogre in her room before gathering magic in her hand. Throwing her arm up to cast the ice lance at him. "I’ll speak to no one’s master."
"You have little choice, (Take you in pieces we can!)" Cho’gall grunted as the ice embedded in his shoulder but he seemed to ignore it as his hands glowed an eerie darkness, and the shadows gathered around them. Tentacles erupted from the shadows and lashed out for Jaina, trying to grasp her limbs.
Gasping Jaina jumped out of her bed and ran toward her window. “That’s what you think monster.” Freezing the floor of her room allowing her to slide closer to the window. She refused to be taken by such a low class magi.
One tentacle lashed out and wrapped around her ankle, dragging her back toward Cho’gall where a shadow gate awaited. “That is where you are wrong, human. (Haha caught like vermin! Squeeze!)
Falling to the ground with a thud before attempting to get back up. “Get this disgusting thing off me!” Shooting a fire blast at the tentacles in an attempt to free herself before shooting several fire bolts at the orge.
"(Fire! Fire!) I can see that fool!" Cho'gall growled, a shield rising between him and the fireballs. The arcane barrier absorbed most of the spells and he batted at the flames that burned at his clothing. The tentacle that had her seemed to screech in pain before letting go, but not before others started latching on to her limbs.
"The Master will not be kept waiting, witch. (Bad idea, very bad idea making him wait.)" The giant ogre walked over to her, his mace in hand, he raised it up with the intent of knocking her out.
✬ - firstoftheogremagi
"Whose there?" Jaina sat up her bed as she looked into the darkness.
"Your worse nightmare. (Monsters under the bed! Darkness in the Light! Haha)," Cho’gall stepped out of the dark and into the pale moon light bathing the room from a window. Both of his heads smiled maliciously at her. "The Master wants to speak to you. (Deny him at your peril!)"
"You are a pathetic nightmare." Jaina glared at the ogre in her room before gathering magic in her hand. Throwing her arm up to cast the ice lance at him. "I’ll speak to no one’s master."
"You have little choice, (Take you in pieces we can!)" Cho’gall grunted as the ice embedded in his shoulder but he seemed to ignore it as his hands glowed an eerie darkness, and the shadows gathered around them. Tentacles erupted from the shadows and lashed out for Jaina, trying to grasp her limbs.
Gasping Jaina jumped out of her bed and ran toward her window. “That’s what you think monster.” Freezing the floor of her room allowing her to slide closer to the window. She refused to be taken by such a low class magi.
One tentacle lashed out and wrapped around her ankle, dragging her back toward Cho'gall where a shadow gate awaited. "That is where you are wrong, human. (Haha caught like vermin! Squeeze!)
✬ - firstoftheogremagi
"Whose there?" Jaina sat up her bed as she looked into the darkness.
"Your worse nightmare. (Monsters under the bed! Darkness in the Light! Haha)," Cho’gall stepped out of the dark and into the pale moon light bathing the room from a window. Both of his heads smiled maliciously at her. "The Master wants to speak to you. (Deny him at your peril!)"
"You are a pathetic nightmare." Jaina glared at the ogre in her room before gathering magic in her hand. Throwing her arm up to cast the ice lance at him. "I’ll speak to no one’s master."
"You have little choice, (Take you in pieces we can!)" Cho'gall grunted as the ice embedded in his shoulder but he seemed to ignore it as his hands glowed an eerie darkness, and the shadows gathered around them. Tentacles erupted from the shadows and lashed out for Jaina, trying to grasp her limbs.
✬ - firstoftheogremagi
"Whose there?" Jaina sat up her bed as she looked into the darkness.
"Your worse nightmare. (Monsters under the bed! Darkness in the Light! Haha)," Cho'gall stepped out of the dark and into the pale moon light bathing the room from a window. Both of his heads smiled maliciously at her. "The Master wants to speak to you. (Deny him at your peril!)"
"So, if one head of yours is killed, what happens to the other one?"
"Depends on which one dies. (Body is mine! Ha ha!)"
So how did you escape Highmaul? I had sources tell me you died along with Imperator Mar'gok. -Stormreaverguldan
"I played dead. (Like a hunter!)"
"You mean you feigned death? Ingenious. Glad to see you lived through those pesky heroes. Did you absorb Mar’gok’s powers as has been rumoured?”
"No. The heroes interrupted me before I could. (Pesky do-gooders!)”, the ogre lied while glaring angrily at one of the nearby prisoners.
The warlock narrowed his eyes at Cho’gall. He was a promising pupil… ”You are not lying to me are you?” Reports had it that Cho’gall had absorbed Mar’gok’s powers and then he had fallen. Whatever that meant.
"If I had, would I be here?" Cho’gall challenged, folding his arms across his chest. For once his other head was silent and he was glad for it.
Gul’dan eyed the second head. it did not get past him that for once, the other was not interjecting some kind of comment. ”Hmph. So you are telling me you are still weak and not worthy of being my pupil?”
He suspiciously eyed the warlock. “I still absorbed the Naaru. (Yes, the god is ours!)” Hopefully that was enough to keep Gul’dan from trying to kill him outright for his betrayal.
Crimson orbs flitted from one head to the other, narrowing ever so slightly. Cho’gall was not on the top list of those he would trust completely. ”You absorbed the Naaru… “
He walked around the ogre, seemingly appraising him. His staff clicked ever so slightly on the stone floor. ”And tell me, Cho’gall. What were you going to accomplish with that power? Do you even know how to wield it?” Did he even know how to wield Imperator Mar’gok’s power if he had taken those on too?
"Of course I know how. Highmaul lies in ruins and Mar’gok is dead. (The line of Sorcerer Kings is ended!)" Cho’gall followed the Orc with his gaze as he answered him. The warlock had no clue where his allegiance truly lay. This Orc was nothing compared to his true master. "I nearly achieved what I set out to do with that power. Those raiders interfered before I could finish. (We wants revenge!)"
"And yet it was not your hand that struck down Mar’gok. Nor your actions that has brought Highmaul to ruins." The warlock came back to face the ogre once more, appraising the creature before him like a piece of meat. "You were captured. If it were not for those raiders that interfered, you would be the dead one. Or am I wrong?”
Cho’gall was brazen enough to laugh. “I allowed myself to be captured. (The fools thought they could contain us.)” The ogre glared at Gul’dan as he folded his arms. “Highmaul fell because it was too busy fighting me. Those raiders would never have gotten past the arena if my army hadn’t distracted the guards. (The Pale served well.)”
Again, he narrowed his eyes at the ogre heads. It was a little disconcerting, not knowing which one to glare at. Naturally, as he found one face glaring at him, he kept his attention on that one. “Highmaul fell because Khadgar sent a bunch of fools in and you took advantage of it. But I suppose you are here. I should be somewhat grateful.”
"I suppose there is darkness in you yet to achieve something great. How fares your pale army? Or were they all destroyed in the Highmaul raid?"
"There are plenty of Pale remaining. (More than enough to crush our enemies!) What do you want them for?" Cho’gall canted his head to the side and the other leaned away.
"Distractions, of course. I need your Pale to continue distracting the idiots that Khadgar keeps sending out. Also, if we can pull those empowered rings off their corpses and possible relics that they may have on them. You and I have work to do once we get enough bodies. We have some death knights to raise.”
"Death knights?" Cho'gall questioned curiously. This was the first time he's heard of such a thing from Gul'dan and wondered what he meant by them.
"I'm the monster? What about you? (Takes one to know one! Ha ha!)" - Cho'gall
"Oh? What makes you think I’m a monster, oh crazy one?"
He leans into her face, the foul breath of both of his heads reaching her. “Because you smell like Fel. (Hides behind lies, she does!)”
She coughed and pulled away from him, “Oh Light…and you wreak of onions and garlic. You moron. Of ocurse I smell like Fel. I’ve been dealing with all of these blasted Shadow Council members. They practically keep the stuff stewing all day. When you go into an area, and clean house, you’re bound to smell off for a bit.”
"Do not think me for a fool, girl. I know when one is tainted with the Fel. You have tasted the power and used it. (Once a warlock, always a warlock!)" Cho’gall straightened, confident in what he knows of her.
A rising fury began to brew within the woman, and she made no attempt to hide it.
"You’re such an idiot to think that accepting Fel is the only way to become tainted by it. I did not want this curse, nor did I seek it out. I had no choice in the matter, and I resisted it every step of the way. Now…now that I cannot go back…I use what has been given to try and protect, not destroy. As for being a warlock…” a smirk spread over her lips as a dazzling orb of green fire formed in the palm of her hand, “I simply use what I am inherently good at, which happens to be fire. But I have not, nor will I ever, summon up a disgusting and vile demon.”
Cho’gall laughed at her fire, both of his heads did. “I should suggest to your master to have you summon one just to break you in. (Gul’dan loves breaking his toys!)”
A shudder of her tall form at the idea. Thus far, Gul’dan had allowed her to retain at least most of her free will. It’s how she kept getting into trouble and undermining her Master’s plans. But she wasn’t going to say that outloud, not with this ugly brute around. “Gul’dan knows that breaking me would make me useless for his plans. He needs me to act as natural as I can.”
"You won’t always be useful to him. When this world burns, you will be his to break and remold and I will be there to watch. (Ha ha. Such is the fate of all who are his!)
"It’s adorable you think that I’m that weak." She said, trying to fake the confidence. "And what about you, of psychotic one? Do you think he’s going to be willing to share this world with someone as annoying as you?"
"You are weak. (Weak as a mewling cub!)" the ogre laughed and walked around her. He pointed at himself as he continued to speak, "I know Gul’dan will not share. I know he uses us all for his own personal gain. But I know how to break free. (We can help you!)"
His insults stung but she ignored them. However…she could use a drink. Nix raised from her seat and began to pour a glass, not even bothering to ask the two headed freak if he wanted one. With the glass in hand, Nix turned and took a sip, all the while watching him.
"You have a plan? Maybe you’re not as dumb as you sound. First, however…why would you even want to help me?"
"You want out from under his grasp or not, priest? Don’t ask questions and do as I say. (Obey and freedom is yours!)" Cho’gall waited to see how much she truly desired freedom from Gul’dan. If she refused him, he would simply leave and report to Gul’dan that his little pet was betraying him and let him punish her.
Oh the Irony. That was her plan!
"Of course I want out from his grasp! Who wouldn’t?" And it was the damned truth. And Gul’dan knew it as well. She was a defiant one. Part of that defiance, she guessed, made it fun to torture her. "What do I need to do?" However…she wasn’t stupid. Nix finished her drink and turned away from the man, filling up the glass again. In the process. she reached up and stroked the soul stone that was fitted into a black metal and made into a necklace. The stone that allowed her to remain in contact with her Master. She gave it a gentle touch, calling to her Master so he may be privy to the conversation. "But why would you need my help?"
"I don’t. (A pawn is needed!)" he answered, unawares of what she had done "But perform well and my master will reward you your freedom. Interested? (You cannot refuse. It is the only way to be free.)"
Freedom. Oh how she longed for it. But this monster was too unreliable to grant her that wish. He could tease her with it, and any other person might think it an honest proposition and…if not honest at least a viable option. But there was no way she could agree to it without Gul’dan finding out. So she making sure her ‘Master’ knew of what was going on was the only way to protect her ass.
"What you’re asking of me is dangerous…but I do want my freedom. Tell me what you need of me."
"For now you will keep me informed of what Gul’dan has you do. (Spying spy spies on her Keeper!)" The ogre grinned and stepped back from the tainted priest. "And if he commands you to move against the human Archmage that is obsessed with him, do not. My Master has plans for him that are more preferable to what Gul’dan would do to him."
This was…relatively easy to do. Nix stroked her necklace, making sure her master knew what was going on and that he knew, he had to know, that she had alerted him to it on purpose.
"I understand. Simple enough."
Cho'gall leaned in so he invaded her personal face once more. "And if Gul'dan learns of this conversation or what I am having you do, you will wish that it was Gul'dan who punishes you. (The Master does not tolerate betrayers!)"
"I'm the monster? What about you? (Takes one to know one! Ha ha!)" - Cho'gall
"Oh? What makes you think I’m a monster, oh crazy one?"
He leans into her face, the foul breath of both of his heads reaching her. “Because you smell like Fel. (Hides behind lies, she does!)”
She coughed and pulled away from him, “Oh Light…and you wreak of onions and garlic. You moron. Of ocurse I smell like Fel. I’ve been dealing with all of these blasted Shadow Council members. They practically keep the stuff stewing all day. When you go into an area, and clean house, you’re bound to smell off for a bit.”
"Do not think me for a fool, girl. I know when one is tainted with the Fel. You have tasted the power and used it. (Once a warlock, always a warlock!)" Cho’gall straightened, confident in what he knows of her.
A rising fury began to brew within the woman, and she made no attempt to hide it.
"You’re such an idiot to think that accepting Fel is the only way to become tainted by it. I did not want this curse, nor did I seek it out. I had no choice in the matter, and I resisted it every step of the way. Now…now that I cannot go back…I use what has been given to try and protect, not destroy. As for being a warlock…” a smirk spread over her lips as a dazzling orb of green fire formed in the palm of her hand, “I simply use what I am inherently good at, which happens to be fire. But I have not, nor will I ever, summon up a disgusting and vile demon.”
Cho’gall laughed at her fire, both of his heads did. “I should suggest to your master to have you summon one just to break you in. (Gul’dan loves breaking his toys!)”
A shudder of her tall form at the idea. Thus far, Gul’dan had allowed her to retain at least most of her free will. It’s how she kept getting into trouble and undermining her Master’s plans. But she wasn’t going to say that outloud, not with this ugly brute around. “Gul’dan knows that breaking me would make me useless for his plans. He needs me to act as natural as I can.”
"You won’t always be useful to him. When this world burns, you will be his to break and remold and I will be there to watch. (Ha ha. Such is the fate of all who are his!)
"It’s adorable you think that I’m that weak." She said, trying to fake the confidence. "And what about you, of psychotic one? Do you think he’s going to be willing to share this world with someone as annoying as you?"
"You are weak. (Weak as a mewling cub!)" the ogre laughed and walked around her. He pointed at himself as he continued to speak, "I know Gul’dan will not share. I know he uses us all for his own personal gain. But I know how to break free. (We can help you!)"
His insults stung but she ignored them. However…she could use a drink. Nix raised from her seat and began to pour a glass, not even bothering to ask the two headed freak if he wanted one. With the glass in hand, Nix turned and took a sip, all the while watching him.
"You have a plan? Maybe you’re not as dumb as you sound. First, however…why would you even want to help me?"
"You want out from under his grasp or not, priest? Don’t ask questions and do as I say. (Obey and freedom is yours!)" Cho’gall waited to see how much she truly desired freedom from Gul’dan. If she refused him, he would simply leave and report to Gul’dan that his little pet was betraying him and let him punish her.
Oh the Irony. That was her plan!
"Of course I want out from his grasp! Who wouldn’t?" And it was the damned truth. And Gul’dan knew it as well. She was a defiant one. Part of that defiance, she guessed, made it fun to torture her. "What do I need to do?" However…she wasn’t stupid. Nix finished her drink and turned away from the man, filling up the glass again. In the process. she reached up and stroked the soul stone that was fitted into a black metal and made into a necklace. The stone that allowed her to remain in contact with her Master. She gave it a gentle touch, calling to her Master so he may be privy to the conversation. "But why would you need my help?"
"I don’t. (A pawn is needed!)" he answered, unawares of what she had done "But perform well and my master will reward you your freedom. Interested? (You cannot refuse. It is the only way to be free.)"
Freedom. Oh how she longed for it. But this monster was too unreliable to grant her that wish. He could tease her with it, and any other person might think it an honest proposition and…if not honest at least a viable option. But there was no way she could agree to it without Gul’dan finding out. So she making sure her ‘Master’ knew of what was going on was the only way to protect her ass.
"What you’re asking of me is dangerous…but I do want my freedom. Tell me what you need of me."
"For now you will keep me informed of what Gul'dan has you do. (Spying spy spies on her Keeper!)" The ogre grinned and stepped back from the tainted priest. "And if he commands you to move against the human Archmage that is obsessed with him, do not. My Master has plans for him that are more preferable to what Gul'dan would do to him."
A shadow portal opens up near Khadgar's Tower and a couple packs of Fel Hunters and the Pale come running out to cause mayhem amongst the Kirin Tor. Cho'gall steps out after them before it closes behind him. "Devour them all! (Kill! Kill!)"
Khadgar swore under his breath; this was the last thing he expected to happen today. Gul’dan must have told him how to get here! He begged Cordanna to leave his side so that she could get reinforcements; he refused to leave and she was the faster than the mages here. He quickly set out to blasting fel hunters; praying she worked quickly because they were horribly out numbered.
He loved the sound of chaos in the morning. The screams of the dying, the snarling growls of the fel hunters and the sickening crunch of gnawing pale orcs. Cho’gall savored every moment of it as he watched as the invading magi tried to muster a defense to the sudden surprise attack.
His mace smashed into a nearby magus, sending his body flying across the cliff and into the side of the tower. “All who dare hunt the Shadow Council shall die! (Break their bones! Eat their flesh!)”
Khadgar furrowed his brow, sending a hefty blast of Arcane in Cho’gall’s direction. “Leave while you still can! I won’t ask you again!” Big words coming from someone who knew he was outnumbered.
"I remember you. You are the one who led the group that destroyed the Dark Portal and freed myself and Gul’dan. (Kill him! He hurts us!)" Cho’gall approached the wizard. Behind him a pale orc lands on top of a mage that was trying to blast him and begins gnawing on the helpless human.
He rubbed at his burned shoulder where Khadgar’s blast had hit him earlier. “You are Khadgar. (You will die here!)”
"Yes, that is I. And no, I will not. But YOU will, if you refuse to leave. Which would be in your best interest." He looked up at Cho’gall, holding his ground steadfast.
"I had wondered who it was that has annoyed Gul’dan. (He has power, beware!)" Cho’gall hefted his mace onto his shoulder and glared at his twin head, who looked a little nervous compared to the more intelligible one. "I sense it too. Tell me, little man, why do you interfere on this world that is not yours? (Yes, why? Answer! Answer!) You have closed the portal and saved your world."
He paid little attention to the fact that his fel hunters and pale orcs were beginning to die around them. Cho’gall was more interested in Khadgar than anything else.
He gripped Atiesh tightly. “Because I know what your ilk is capable of. And I will see to it that you will not harm or destroy this world!” He puffed his chest out, trying to look bigger than what he actually was.
"This world’s end is coming," Cho’gall declared with fanatical conviction before swinging his mace at the archmage. "There is nothing you can do to save it. (The end is nigh! Ha ha!)"
"That’s your own deluded opinion! I know I can save this world!" He back peddled, blinking away from the range of the Ogre’s mace.
Cho’gall threw a shadow bolt at Khadgar when he wouldn’t stand still long enough for him to hit. “The only deluded being present is you, human. You come here believing you can make a difference and the only thing you will save is yourself in the end. The sky will burn red and you,” he pointed his mace at the mage. “Will watch it burn. (Rain fire the sky will! They come! Nothing can stop the coming of the masters!)
Khadgar grunted as the shadowbolt hit him in the shoulder. He took a oment to rub it, and glowered at Cho’gall. “I will NOT allow the Legion to destroy another world so long as I draw breath!”
"That can be easily rectified." He glanced around at his surroundings, noticing for the first time that his minions had been defeated. He pointed his mace at Khadgar as a shadow hate opened behind him. "But for another time. (The Master will end you!)"
He turned away, satisfied at the encounter of death and destruction he had wrought.
"Until next time, little man. (You say bye bye! Ha ha!)"
Khadgar snorted. “Don’t you dare! Coward!” He ran closer, firing off several arcane blasts at Cho’gall, fire burning in his eyes. Foolish and stubborn as always.
Cho'gall grunted and stumbled halfway through the gate and in his fury and pain, swung backward at Khadgar with his mace.
So how did you escape Highmaul? I had sources tell me you died along with Imperator Mar'gok. -Stormreaverguldan
"I played dead. (Like a hunter!)"
"You mean you feigned death? Ingenious. Glad to see you lived through those pesky heroes. Did you absorb Mar’gok’s powers as has been rumoured?”
"No. The heroes interrupted me before I could. (Pesky do-gooders!)”, the ogre lied while glaring angrily at one of the nearby prisoners.
The warlock narrowed his eyes at Cho’gall. He was a promising pupil… ”You are not lying to me are you?” Reports had it that Cho’gall had absorbed Mar’gok’s powers and then he had fallen. Whatever that meant.
"If I had, would I be here?" Cho’gall challenged, folding his arms across his chest. For once his other head was silent and he was glad for it.
Gul’dan eyed the second head. it did not get past him that for once, the other was not interjecting some kind of comment. ”Hmph. So you are telling me you are still weak and not worthy of being my pupil?”
He suspiciously eyed the warlock. “I still absorbed the Naaru. (Yes, the god is ours!)” Hopefully that was enough to keep Gul’dan from trying to kill him outright for his betrayal.
Crimson orbs flitted from one head to the other, narrowing ever so slightly. Cho’gall was not on the top list of those he would trust completely. ”You absorbed the Naaru… “
He walked around the ogre, seemingly appraising him. His staff clicked ever so slightly on the stone floor. ”And tell me, Cho’gall. What were you going to accomplish with that power? Do you even know how to wield it?” Did he even know how to wield Imperator Mar’gok’s power if he had taken those on too?
"Of course I know how. Highmaul lies in ruins and Mar’gok is dead. (The line of Sorcerer Kings is ended!)" Cho’gall followed the Orc with his gaze as he answered him. The warlock had no clue where his allegiance truly lay. This Orc was nothing compared to his true master. "I nearly achieved what I set out to do with that power. Those raiders interfered before I could finish. (We wants revenge!)"
"And yet it was not your hand that struck down Mar’gok. Nor your actions that has brought Highmaul to ruins." The warlock came back to face the ogre once more, appraising the creature before him like a piece of meat. "You were captured. If it were not for those raiders that interfered, you would be the dead one. Or am I wrong?”
Cho’gall was brazen enough to laugh. “I allowed myself to be captured. (The fools thought they could contain us.)” The ogre glared at Gul’dan as he folded his arms. “Highmaul fell because it was too busy fighting me. Those raiders would never have gotten past the arena if my army hadn’t distracted the guards. (The Pale served well.)”
Again, he narrowed his eyes at the ogre heads. It was a little disconcerting, not knowing which one to glare at. Naturally, as he found one face glaring at him, he kept his attention on that one. “Highmaul fell because Khadgar sent a bunch of fools in and you took advantage of it. But I suppose you are here. I should be somewhat grateful.”
"I suppose there is darkness in you yet to achieve something great. How fares your pale army? Or were they all destroyed in the Highmaul raid?"
"There are plenty of Pale remaining. (More than enough to crush our enemies!) What do you want them for?" Cho'gall canted his head to the side and the other leaned away.
