Maube sat behind her desk, scribbling madly at the parchment before her. Various inkpots spread out before her, parchments and scrolls rolled up within easy reach of her bony clutch.
"So much undocumented history... so much Lore that is just going to be lost... really need tah start givin dese Clanmates ub mine some readin lessons... and writing..." the mage muttered as she scribbled madly. Since being accepted into the clan, she had been making the effort to try and get some order to the madness of the Orc Clan. Her scholar's mind was hard at work trying to keep the legacy of the Crushers. Her recent explorations into the Molten Core however, well they were distracting her. Something about Fire and brimstone called to her... and not for the first time she wondered if she should pick up the arts of the Warlock. Volonazra was her mentor... the first Orc to give her a chance in the new consiousness that was her life now. Living her experienece was limited, her body may look only 18... but her spirit and her experience was aging her. Sidetracked again Maube reached beside her to grab a large scroll. Rolling it out Maube glanced at the decorated map of the Core. A smile touched her bloodless lips as she noted her Clan's progress.
We are coming Ragnaros... no doubt about that...
A young troll floundered into her tent, his chest heaving with the effort to breath. Maube looked up calmly to take in this youth, an eyebrow quirked.
"Sorree Marm. Eldahs bin called to dah Towah!" The Troll stood tall and saluted, "Uglutz be channelin dah spirits!" A hasty bow and the troll was off again, spreading his message. A loud horn call began to reverberate through the camp. Summons to the Tower... Volonazra's Tower. It had been empty since the old venerated Orc stepped through to Draenor, but apparently a new Chieftan was about to be revealed.
Maube glanced at the map and sighed. A new Chieftan to prove herself to... some of the Clan still didnt trust a 'Deadie' in a leadership roll like Elder. It was a hurdle she still had to fight off. More then likely the new Chieftan would be a current elder, a wise Tauren perhaps? Of course times were changing... and a warleader might be what the spirits had in mind. Only one way to find out, Maube rose, capped her ink pots and swirled her cape around her shoulders. Chin held high, Maube joined the procession of the Horde to the base of the Tower.
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