Vradish

Thanks,now i understand! I'm a bloodthirsty orc!

Can someone tell me what RP really is? Because I get confused when i read all this topics.... What's the difference between RP and:just play the game,get exp.,.....?

If you kill several enemys and did several quests,what next?? That why wow has tradeskills,so people can open a chop and stuff like that... I just love it! PS:I will never insult another character,even if its one from the alliance!

The next morning, the company of men rose, and Elenduil led them back in the direction of the city, his home. He would have to prepare what was left of his people, his kinsfolk. Harad was moving against them; the city might even be besieged when they returned. Eight tired, sorrowful men would do little to strengthen the defense. But King Elenduil moved on, tapping the bottom of his staff lightly on the ground as he walked. He was thinking, wondering, cursing. All of this for a riddle. The End

I think we have to speak orkish as much as possible ,when we are talking to other guilds ,.... But i dunno...

I saw all these "languages"on a few orc site.... Hi--------------->Charach Bye-------------> Futchi Yes-------------> Mok No--------------> Nok Buy-------------> Goshak Weapon----------> Porack Armour----------> Bora Shield----------> Dora Studded---------> Tulak Leather---------> Aka Sword-----------> burka bata Sabre-----------> charcha Hatchet---------> hak hak Short sword-----> burka Bow-------------> batuk Arrows----------> pixo Studded Armour--> Tulak Bora Leather Armour--> Aka Bora Brass Shield----> Donga Studded Helmet--> Grofa _________________________________________________________________ Lat = You Yub = Yes Nub = No Gruk = Understand Ug = Hail Gug'ye = Goodbye Thanks = Rulg Rukh = Army Tribe = Collection of orcs Hukor = Legendary orc Krath = Gods Kuul = Servants Goth = Master Mog = Voice Lusk = Axe Zult = Scimitar Womp = Mace Kigg = Spear Igg = Dagger Oligr = Bow Shinies = Gold Ash = One Dub = Two Gahk = Three Futh = four H = Five Gruntee = New member of shadowclan Grunt = Older member of shadowclan (full member) Mojokii = Magic using gruntee Mojoka = Magic using grunt Magrukii = Necromancy using gruntee Magruka = Necromancy using grunt Elder = Founder of Shadowclan Makr = Orc that makes things Luskr = Orc that uses axe Me = I (orcs never refer to themselves as "I") ________________________________________________________________ Yes---- Yub No------ Nub Good ------Guda Thank you ----Dabu Human----- Humie Monster----- Badie Animal----- Crit NPC Orc -----Urk Food ----Grub What----- Wut The -----Da This ---- Dis That ------ Dat Hail, Hi, Hello----- Ug Bye------ Glug Order -----Urder Wood -----Wud Dumb Grunt---- Runtie Kill, Attack---- Clomp Dead----- Ded Life----- Mal Death----- Mar Magic------ Majuk Leave----- Leeb Give----- Gib Goat------- Got Priest----- Goth Water -----Wada Reagents -----Majuk Erbs (or just 'Erbs') Rules------ Rulz Web Page------ Majuk Skrulls Lag----- Mud Dwarf------ Dorv Elf----- Elvzie Stupid------ Tupid Orc Rule Maker------ Dur'goth Ostard-------- Skri'chur or Skree Annoying Humie (feces from pugs) -------Pugdung Humper of Pigs------ Peegruba Undead ------Deddie ________________________ English Orc Language Hi -----Charach Bye----- Futchi Yes-------- Mok No -------Nok Buy---------- Goshak Weapon--------- Porack Armour--------- Bora Shield -------Dora Studded --------Tulak Leather------- Aka Sword --------burka bata Sabre--------- charcha Hatchet -------hak hak Short sword--------- burka Bow-------- batuk Arrows---------- pixo Studded Armour-------- Tulak Bora Leather Armour-------- Aka Bora Brass Shield ----------Donga Studded Helmet -------Grofa ________________________________________

Uki,me wul clomp temz tu!

Hmm,I think they will accept these names... Because there are many orcs who spell their names like that.

He awoke in darkness, with the night sky long risen after the day. A stiff wind from the south was defiled with the fetid smell of death and burned flesh, almost driving the Prince back to unconsciousness. With an effort, he controlled his senses and emotions and groped to his feet. To his surprise, several orcs, perhaps seven, were sitting next to him with looks of utter desolation on their faces. Seven orcs, and with the Prince, there was eight. Eight survivors out of seven thousand. Varum turned and saw that the dragon rock stood nearly a league away, glistening in the moonlight. The men must have carried him from that accursed place. His eyes, keen as ever, also saw the reddish glow of dragon skin, lying on the ground, its beastly stomach gorged. Almost, the Prince made a step to return to the dragon, and drive his sword deep into the beast's heart. But wisdom came over him at last. He had had enough of dragons. Varum turned to the orcs, and asked in a weak voice, "Meeb fater? Da King? " One of the orcs looked blankly at him, and shook his head. "Ded." "Weeb am da last," included another orc quietly. Varum nodded slightly, and collapsed again to the ground. "Al ub tis for a ridle," he muttered. * * * * * * *

The orcs were assembled, a fantastic and zealous troop of seven thousand orcs. Only the weak, the old, the women and children were left behind. The orcs of Orgrimmar marched to war. Varum was at their head, still blistered from his encounter with the dragon. His right hand grasped firmly a long, stone staff that he solidly stomped to the ground with every step. Now, against every good judgement, he was leading the entire garrison of Orgrimmar into certain death - for a single orc! Even a good orc, whom none but Varum doubted Karum to be, was not worth such a price. And the Prince was the only orc in the kingdom able to lead the army to the dragon; if he refused, none could hope to find its lair. But the Prince could not, would not, spurn the bidding of his father. It would have destroyed Habrush, the King, his father, if he refused. So he led, and he cursed the dragon, cursed the sorcerer Karum, and cursed the madness that had come upon all of his kinsfolk. His irate mind yearned to find the dragon dead, choked upon the bones of the stranger he devoured. Despite the haste in their departure, Varum did not leave with the orcs unprepared for the rigors of the wasteland. No orc wore mail, for not even till the next dawn would they last with such a burden upon their shoulders. They journeyed quickly with their lightened burdens, and the potent will and resolve of their King drove them forward. They traveled for a fortnight into the southern wastes, and as they traveled south their path also turned west, away from the Great camp. Nothing but the biting, drifting sands and weathered rocks greeted them. Yet no orc retreated, not a soul wavered, for all seemed driven by a fervid force that pushed them onward into the desolate ocean of sand. Every night, at the rest halt, Varum would beg his father to turn back, and repent of the folly he had fallen into. Yet Habrush would only scowl, saying, "A worty uruk in need ub da Kyng's avail. Am it not meeb duti tu help tose under afliction?" Upon the morn of the fifteenth day of their journey, evidence of the dragon could be seen etched upon the earthly elements. The very ground and sand lay scorched black as sulfur, the putrid stench of which made it all but impossible to breathe. Varum halted the troop and frowned, his keen eyes piercing into the blazing horizon. Then he turned back to the rest of the men and called out in a loud voice, "Weeb hav com upon da end ub ur jurney! Befor da sun sets tonit weeb shal be upon da dragon's lair." A cheer rose among the soldiers. Varum continued, with a hardened expression on his face, "Det und det alon awaits us tere! Me beg lat al, listen tu wisdom! Turn bak now, wile lif stil courses trou latz bodies! Da destruction ub da dragon surounds latz already!" Not a orc moved, not a soul stirred. From the back of the troop a voice called out, "Da Desert Stranger needs ur aid!Da dragon weeb shal destroy!" This outburst was met with wild cheers and shouts of approval from the orcs, and the King nodded his satisfaction. Prince Varum shook his head, and spat on the sandy ground. "Ten onward," he cried bitterly, "tu ur dets!" The terrain grew worse as they traveled on, and their feet stomped upon smoldering ash as they marched. They trekked miserably throughout the morning and late into the afternoon, until they could see in the distance what Varum had seen earlier that morning, a jagged, blackened mound of rock that none doubted was the lair of the beast they sought. Though not nearly tall enough to be considered a mountain, the dragon rock was still towering and threatening. It rested several leagues away still, and only Varum's eyes could take notice of the dark opening up high on the rock. That is where the terrible fire had erupted from, killing his sole companion, and burning him with scars that would never wholly heal. If the heat of the sun did not blaze so hotly upon him he might have shivered, but the Prince held firm his stubborn and enraged resolve and continued on. As they traveled towards the rock, not a sound nor sight erupted from dragon lair. Quiet, still, and frightening it stood. Not even after they reached its foot, and the slab that opened into the cave was directly above their heads, did any call or danger issue forth. King Habrush unsheathed his sword, glaring fiercely at the opening high above him. His old tactical wisdom did not fail him, though, and he resisted the urge to order his men to immediately assault the lair. Instead, he stood where he was, and called out in a loud, commanding voice, "Dragon! Show latself! Fre da orc caled Karum da Desert Stranger und mercy weeb shal show lat!" No dragon answered the call. Instead, Karum himself walked slowly from the darkness of the cave and out to the edge of the slab, high above the army. His eyes were blazing brighter and wilder than ever before, but still his face held the same eloquent expression that had long ago become legendary. At the sight of the Desert Stranger, the entire troop let out a thunderous cry of joy, lifting up their swords in a salute of respect. King Habrush himself seemed to be weeping in exultation. "Karum, frend!" he cried. "Long hav meeb eys yearnd tu see lat again! Weeb hav com tu requite ur debt tu lat! Weeb bring det tu da dragon tat keeps lat in bondage!" But Karum the Desert Stranger didn't seem to hear. He looked blankly at Habrush, then at the rest of the troop. "Tey hav com, master," he called back into the cave, "as lat hav said. Tey hav al com." "Exelent," answered a deep, ancient voice from within the cave. "You have done your work well." Silence. No orc moved, no orc spoke, no orc breathed. It was King Habrush who shattered the quiet with angry words. "Wat meens tis?" From the cave came a slight rustling sound, and out into the sunlight burst the dragon. Unlike his brothers in the North he was wingless, but his claws still wreaked havoc and his fire burned hotter than the fieriest furnaces of the dwarven smithies. He was huge, as tall as the loftiest garrison towers of Habrush' city. The beast stood upon his hind legs, exposing the red, impenetrable scales that armored his entire underside. But it was the dragon's eyes that caught Varum's horrified attention; eyes that burned with an unearthly, blazing fire. The same fire that burned in the eyes of his minion, Karum the Desert Stranger. Sorcerer! Dragon-spawn! Varum's thoughts raged. The old dragon's terrible, smiling gaze surveyed the entirety of the Uruk army. Then he threw his monstrous head back and issued a blinding flair of flame into the sky, which was beginning to grow dim as the day waned. "Fools!" the lizard cried, "Are you so ready to die? Fifteen years of carrion is a small price to pay for such a feast as this!" The wind began to blow hard and biting, a desert storm was brewing. Whether it was dragon-made or natural none would ever know. King Habrush fell to his knees, the golden crown he wore torn from his head by the savage winds. "Desert Stranger!" he raged over the gale. "Tis dragon am da master lat serv?" The dragon answered with a horrendous laugh, "Yes, this is my groveler! I caught the cur wandering aimlessly upon my lands! No meat on his bones, though! Not good to eat!" Groveler? mouthed Habrush in horror. The dragon went on, "He begged for his life and I gave it to him, in servitude. He has done his work well!" The dragon fell to another fit of laughter. "Wurk?" cried Habrush, shamed and weeping, "Yf lat so wanted ur flesh whi did lat not com und tak it?" Karum spoke again, impassively, "Me spok trut tu lat, meeb master am old. Da elements ub da desert am unforgiving. Heeb would hav died." "Dragon trikeri!" lamented the King. "Wizardri und enchantment! Wat hav me don? How foolish culd me am?" After a moment of lament, the King suddenly ceased his sorrowful words, and glared terribly at the dragon and his slave. "Fooled Me may hav been, but meeb det shal not am witout honor!" With that proclamation, King Habrush of Orgrimmar gave a war cry and charged up the dragon rock. Varum tried to shout out a warning to desist his father, but the deafening return cry of the surging army drowned him out. His own battered body, though he tried, could not join the assault. Karum the Desert Stranger watched stoically as the raging forces rushed up the hill towards him as his master. The dragon regarded the onslaught with glee, and pounced from the slab he sat on to meet the onrushing soldiers. The spears, javelins, and arrows snapped harmlessly off of his armored skin. Prince Varum, running as best as he could to assist the fight, saw the vanguard of his kinsmen forces fall under the flame of the dragon and disappear from sight. His father was among that forefront. With a wave of dizziness and grief, Varum fell to his knees. The day was rapidly turning to dusk, and the raging battle could hardly be seen but for the flashes of fire by the dragon. Men, countless kinsmen, fell under those murderous claws and that searing fire. Yet a solitary, still figure could still be espied standing atop the dragon rock. The Prince gritted his teeth, hate pulsing through every vessel of blood in his body, and freed the longbow from its place on his shoulder. From his quiver, he removed a single arrow, taking aim at the cause of his people's misery. He let the arrow fly, avenging his father's defeat the only way he could. The arrow struck Karum the Desert Stranger in the throat, and the dragon-slave fell from the hill on which he stood never to move again. Prince Varum rose slowly to his feet. He took one aimless step in no particular direction, and then fell unconscious to the ash covered ground. * * * * * * *

Yeah,but had-roook is a bit to much...

Yes,i read it to somewhere that you can train(hard) untill you can ride a ram or something like that.

Ug nuw uruk! Welcum! Me hapy lat cun joyn us!

Hey bal or uglutz, Don't you guys think that all the members need the wolf-skill? So we are a big group on wolfs? >:L That wouldt be great i think >:L

>:L >:L LOL,did you made it yourself?

Yeah,that wouldt be great! There has to be a "tradersroom" or something like that,and a "fightersroom". But then we need some members who like to trade,....

Nice,we're on the 11 place Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Still gotta try to get higher guys Happy Birthday!

Can't you be both? Killing things+using tradeskills is much cooler i guess...

Welcome "Hadruck or ...." to the skullcrusher clan >:L

"Foli! Uter foli!" A fortnight had passed since Varum had awoken, and his battered body was now well enough to move around. "Fater, tis am madnes! Da dragun wil devour us al!" "Weeb am migty!" answered Habrush with pride. "Da entire ward shal marsh ut against da beest. Weeb shal rescu ur captiv frend!" "Da entir ward?" shouted Varum. "Fater! Tere am news from da scouts; the alliance movs against us tis veri hour! A siege wil am upon ur very wals witin weeks. Weeb hav tyme enough tu prepar uf weeb remain witin da city! Da entir ward! Foly! Madnes! Weeb wil am left defenseles!" The King was no longer listening to the pleas of his son. A wild, frantic look came over his old, cruwel face. "Every orc! Yub! Every orc capable ub wielding a slash'r! Weeb shal destroi da beest! Da brut! Tinks he can tak ur riddler from us, dos he? Damn his very hart!" "Fater!" begged Varum. "Listen tu reeson! Am lat mad? Can lat nub see da witchcraft tat has taken hold of latz? Am a single orc wort so much tat lat wil conden latz entir kingdom?" Habrush turned to his son, with a look of utter defiance. "Lat shal leed us tu da beest's lair. Da men am assembling! Weeb leev upon da dawn ub da morrow!" * * * * * * *

Have you already decided what name you are going to use? btw:does anyone know if the player housing info on worldofwar.net is official?

He awoke screaming, feverish, and covered with burning sores incurable by any mortal healer. His father was next to him, weeping, muttering, "Meeb sun...wat a fuul Me am! Oh! Sun, forgiv latz fater! " "Fater," murmured Varum painfully. "Sun," Habrush grabbed his son's hand grasped it tenderly, "Wat evel befel lat?" Varum arose gingerly from his laying position and sat up in his bed. With an effort, he had regained his composure, and the familiar, stern look was again upon his face. "Ironi am in da stranger's riddle," he said quietly. "How, sun?" "An dragun holds latz precious riddler, fater. Upon hus mountan did me see Karum bound und captiv bi da fel beest. Meeb companion...." Varum gritted his teeth fircely, "...meeb frend, fel prey tu da dragon's fire. Ut cam upon us so quikli; ub da dragon Me got but a glimpse. Scarceli did Me escap wit meeb lif." "A dragun," spat Habrush. Then louder, he cried ardently, "A dragun!" Varum shifted his body slightly, and cried out in pain. "Tere am nub hop fur latz cherished strangur," he gasped with difficulty. Habrush did not seem to hear. He stared out the room's window into the Southern wastes. Then his eyes turned back on his son, ablaze with a terrible look of vengeance. "Heel quikli, sun." *********

There was no next year. The appointed day came and passed, and no watchmen caught a glimpse of Karum the Desert Stranger. The King and his court were alarmed, and search parties were sent out into the south, to no avail. This news filled Habrush with rage, and for a month he locked himself into his chambers and did not speak to anyone, not even his own son. After his self-seclusion was over, Habrush reappeared and resumed his public life, thinking and saying, "Perhaps ter was a difyculty, und hee wil return tu us next yeer." Yet no sign was seen of Karum neither the next year, nor the year after that, or even the fourth year after Karum's last visit. King Habrush grew desperate, and his grief caused him to age doubly, and he became bent over and weak. On his bed, too fragile to move, Habrush called for his son and bade him to track the southern wilds and find the Desert Stranger, saying, "Non hav surpased latz skils ub tracing, nor latz wisdom in da desurt. Gu, und lest Me should die, brung bak Karum meeb frend." Varum, moved to pity by his father's condition, obeyed the command and journeyed into the Southern wastelands, taking with him only a single companion. Several months passed, and it seemed as if the Prince had also fallen prey to whatever had taken Karum captive, or worse, killed the Desert Stranger. Though the King's health was revived, his grief was terrible to bear, and often men found him staring wildly to the Southern Desert, desperately seeking a sign of his son or the Stranger. Few held the same hopes, for the gruesome winds and hot sands could bring death even to the most stalwart and prudent of men. Yet Varum returned, after nine months in the wild. His father had improved much and was able to meet his son at the city gates. The Prince walked slowly and aimlessly, a heavy blackened burden in his arms. The King and many of the royal court rushed to meet the Prince, who collapsed to the ground outside the city walls. Only then did the King and court discover what the burden was that Varum carried. It was the charred corpse of the Prince's companion. The Prince himself had been badly burned, and his beard was singed up to his chin. Gasping for breath, he murmured faintly, "Must.... giv.... burial, custum...ub ur peeple. Show honor...." Then Varum collapsed to the sandy ground and neither spoke nor moved for several days. ***********

Hadruck is the best name i think,but its your personnal character and its up to you to decide...

Maybe hadrush.... Nice if we play together in this clan...i guess