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May 21, 2012, 11:51:41 AM
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A champion emerges! The road to Northrend has been a tedious one. Fog and storms caused the orcs' ship to end up on the bottom of the sea. While some orcs struggled to get to shore, others were cast adrift and ended up in a different place entirely. What survivors that were able to regroup with one another would soon form the remnant of the tribe. Through cooperation and hard work, they managed to make camp and eventually found their way back to Camp Winterhoof. Under the shelter of the Horde's allies, the Taunka, the tribe managed to recuperate and even find other orcs that were still missing. With the tribe back to its former strength, it carried on to the Grizzly Hills. After a brief detour to take care of the hills' eastern shore, it soon continued further inland, to the safety of Conquest Hold.
In Conquest Hold, the tribe did what it was sent to do: Secure the resource lines and make sure they reach Kalimdor shores along with it. With the task finished, they set their gazes on different matters entirely: A Tournament of the Blades within the hold itself!
The tournament proved to be a success by the sheer amount of orcs and allies of the tribe visiting by to watch the tournament in itself. Not only that, but the competition proved to be increasingly steep to boot! Every participant proved to be a daring and skilled combatant, each bringing honour to their name by showing off their many skills. In the end however, only a few could remain to pit against one another in the final battles. The fighters to have won the most battles and to move on to these finals in the end turned out to be newcomer to the finals, Vashnarz Talonslayer, as well as none other than the tribe's former champions Groshnakk Wyrmbreaker and Rargnasha Bloodmark, along with the tribe's reigning champion, Sadok Sharptongue.
The latter two ended up facing one another in a thrilling finale, with champion fighting former champion. Rargnasha Bloodmark had managed to defeat the tribe's current champion before in the round-robin battles, but now faced a renewed opposition from the Sadok Sharptongue, as the two fought in a long-lasting battle. It was a dangerously close call, but in the end, Sadok Sharptongue managed to defend his title in a thrilling finale! Praise be to him, but praise be to any orc who stepped up to fight for his or her honour in the tribe's tournament!
The next tournament, open for the tribe's allies as well, will be scheduled to take place in March, in the week of the Kosh'harg festival. Make sure to join us then, for it will offer a whole new chance for new grand combatants and possible champions to rise up! In the meantime, the orcs prepare to make their final voyage home, back to the shores of Kalimdor. However, who knows what further conflict and enemies may await them upon their return to more familiar shores...
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The tribe opens its doors!
 An invitation to all people of the Horde,
The Horde is a unity that has been formed for a common purpose: Survival. Orcs, tauren, trolls, goblins, elves and Forsaken; we all have our own reasons for being a part of this unity. In survival however, we are united. The Red Blade tribe has been a home for any and all orcs of the Horde for the past several years now, and is still a haven that provides shelter for any survivors of the Homelands that are willing to walk among their own kin.
The purpose of the Red Blade is twofold: To preserve a safe future for the heirs of our legacy, and to uphold the morals by which we do so. The orcs have had a long history on Azeroth of being demon-bound. No longer are we bound to these creatures of deceit. We are masters of our own. As such, we have gladly allied ourselves with the trolls, tauren and goblins on Kalimdor, and the Forsaken and blood elves on the Eastern Kingdoms. We wish to share this future with our allies, and therefore seek to open our doors to not only orcs, but our allies, in particular those closest to our hearth, the noble tauren and the fierce trolls, as well.
A pack united under a single entity has always proven to be the strongest. The Horde is no exception to this. Any allies who wish to join us our efforts to maintain a strong and safe Horde are at any time free to seek us out, travel with us, and fight with us. Our cultures are very much alike, and as such, we wish to hold no secrets to those closest to us. Should you prove yourself a valuable and worthy ally, you will have an entire pack – an entire family – at your disposal. The advantages of such a natural entity requires no explanation.
Should you wish to join in our company, write a letter or be free to find any other means of contacting us. We will return an invitation with our latest location accordingly, as our pack is constantly on the move.
For the glory of the Horde, and the blood of the tribe,
Kozgugore Feraleye
Chieftain of the Red Blade tribe
OOC explanation:
As those of you familiar with Orcs of the Red Blade know, we have been an orc-only RP guild on Defias Brotherhood for nearly as long as the server has come to existence. Though we aim to keep it this way, we have now started to open up our doors to any other races, with particular interest in tauren and trolls, that are willing to join us in the RP experience all over Azeroth and Outland. Our goal with this is to provide the community with some well-needed tribal RP again, as we have found out that, sadly enough, the tauren and troll communities on Kalimdor in particular could use a bit of a boost.
An important note here is that this is by means no recruitment to the guild. Should you be interested in becoming a part of the RP experience with OotRB, you simply need to contact me or any of our officers for an IC invitation. Although you will not be invited to the guild, you will receive an invitation to all of our calendar events, and the latest information on our activities and whereabouts. This means that you could still be a part of your own guild, and still be able to come on over and RP with us whenever you would like to. If this initiative kicks off well, we might just open up for more opportunities altogether.
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Journey to Northrend
It had
been a long journey. The tribe had set out from the harbour of Bilgewater Port
in Azshara, where they had prepared and commandeered a vessel to bring them to
the far reaches of the icy land of Northrend. Here, they would endure the harsh cold of Northrend for the next few weeks, in order to harvest resources and secure the lands for any other necessities the Horde required. Several days, they had spent on
the sea. But at last, a cry came from the top of the mast.
“Land in
sight!”
The orcs
jumped to action, ending their meetings on a quick note as they prepared to
make land. Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye, in turn, made his way to the front of
the ship, where Krogon Devilstep was keeping firm control of the ship’s wheel.
As the Chieftain squinted his eyes northward, there was indeed a hint of land
to be seen. It was tiny and vague, but definitely there. They slowly sailed
closer, but whereas it became bigger, it became more clouded as well. It then
started to dawn upon him; a fog was setting in on them.
“Be on
the lookout, orcs! These mists have claimed many ships and orcs before us!”
Before
Kozgugore knew it, the mists had fully enveloped the ship, offering sight
little more than a few yards ahead of them. Some of the orcs grew edgy, and New
Blood Mozrogg joined Krogon at the helm of the ship, trying to look ahead for
the helmsman.
“Yer be
goin’ in blind, Devilstep!”
“I can’t
steer back out now, we’ll hit ice.”
“I’m makin’
out a large rock to yer port, Krogon-… You ‘ear that?”
Blindly,
the orcs navigated their way through the dense fog, when suddenly a wind
started to pick up the ship’s sails, sending the ship up and down the crashing
waves. A chilling breeze wafted over the deck, and any orc that might have been
carefully listening could have sworn he heard a low, eerie horn in the far
distance. Kozgugore reached for the ropes next to him, holding on tightly.
“Sounds
like a storm brewing… Brace yourselves, orcs! This might just be a rough ride
before we’re through!”
As the
orcs manned their stations, the winds picked up, sending the ship rocking once
again. With any luck, Kozgugore could still see the two orcs in front of him by
the helm, though the rest of the ship and its orcs were clouded in the mists
even for him. He could still hear
however. He heard the waves swirling against the ship’s hull, bashing upon its
reinforced frame time and time again as they rode wave after wave. He also
heard footsteps on the wooden deck, some with a panicking rhythm to them. He
heard an orc crying out a warning as well.
He looked around, ready to raise his voice above all the commotion, when
the ship suddenly seemed to crash against something from the starboard side.
“Hold on! Remain on your posts, orcs!”
It
appeared to be too late already, however. The ship started to heave heavily to
the side, and along with the chilly winds, a heavy rain started to pour forth
into the ship’s sails. Mozrogg started to lose his balance, crying out to
Krogon.
“You
said we -wouldn’t- crash! Watch out!”
He could
hear screams to his right, but saw nothing. What he did see, was that the
ship’s wheel had become unmanned. Krogon must have been thrown away from it. It
seemed to matter little, as it was completely out of control already. Not even
the strongest orc could probably have tamed it any more. All things unsecured
soon started to tumble to the side, falling overboard and taking any unlucky
orcs that were in its path with it. Kozgugore only narrowly managed to avoid a
falling crate, though only until a high wave crashed against the hull with tremendous
force, giving the ship that one, final push it needed to collide fully. Shouts
and screams went all across the deck, but the fog was simply too dense to allow
any orc to make a difference. They were taking water, and it became obvious
that the ship wouldn’t last long. It was when the sound of a falling mast could
be heard that the ship took a final dip to the side, sending any and all orcs
flying into the water. Kozgugore tried to hold on to the rope for dear life,
desperately looking for his mate or anyone else of his tribe, before a crate
sent him, too, flying.
Suddenly,
he felt himself crashing into something hard and cold. Darkness filled up
around him, and objects, be it crates or orcs, could only barely be seen
floating around him under water. It was with a last struggle that he fought
against the current, when a giant cannon could be seen crashing into the water.
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Summer campaigns and a new trailer!
The summer holiday may be upon us, but that doesn't mean there's a need to sit idle! The summer offensive has begun! That means a summer of what we orcs do best: Enjoy a good bit of world-PvP in a series of campaigns, spread the might of the Horde into every corner of Azeroth, and have fun while doing it! Not a fan of PvP? Not to worry! We will have an RP focus in every corresponding area of the campaigns, where there will of course be plenty of room for normal RP as well. Not a member of the tribe? Not to worry either! We're, as always, open to receive allies and friends, be it to PvP along or to sit by one of our camp fires and share a drink or two. Suffice to say there's plenty of opportunity for RP if you would so like to have some! Even if you happen to run a little late and aren't aware of whatever might be going on, a poster board has been set up on our forums in this very topic, where you can keep track of the progress of our campaigns. Feel free to take a look! With a lot of thanks going to Gnash, who put all of this together, of course.
Still not convinced now would be a good time to come back? Over the past few months, we have been putting our green hands to good use to make a more representative promotional trailer for the tribe. Whether you're interested in green skins or not, feel free to take a look at our newest one down here, in proper HD glory even! 
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