The breeze was a cold one last night, and the higher up the
mountain Mcskinner rode, the colder it got. As he entered in the gates of
Ironforge and handed the reins of his ram to the stable boy, Mcskinner let out
a gentle sigh of relief, for he was home, and that meant, good ale, a nice warm
fire, and a hot meal. That moment came and went, for the mighty horn was a
blowing, and that meant one thing…Horde.
Mcskinner started towards the commons, hoping to catch a
Battlehammer who could tell him what in the blazes was going on. Sure enough,
he came upon a young dwarf wearing the colors, though he looked a bit lost to
“Oi! You there, whats yer name lad?” Mcskinner asked as he
“Gargrim sir! General Rhusty said to stand here, and tell every
fighter I see to head over to the High Seat and prepare for a defense.” He replied
with a stern voice.
“What’s goin on?”Mcskinner asked.
“Not sure. Just get over to the defense like I told ya.” Now
the young dwarf was just about screaming at him, and had the circumstances been
different, why old Mcskinner would have given him a what for, and maybe a
lesson or two in manners. The horns never blew unless there was confirmed
sighting of Horde forces in Dun Morogh, no need to get the populace upset over
nothing, the council doesn’t like that very much.
So of to the High Seat Mcskinner went to report for duty.
When he got there he was surprised at how many defenders had showed up. He saw
banners from Warbringer, Misfits of Mayhem, and of course, The Pack alongside
his own clan’s banners. Soon as Mcskinner saw the General, he headed straight
over and gave a salute, but before he could utter a word…
“Where tha ‘ell you been?!” Rhusty shouted at him.
“Sorry General, I was taking car….” But Mcskinner couldn’t
finish his excuse.
“Ah shut it! Now get yer arse in a defensive position. Keep
yer traps on tha’ door and don’t yeh dare stop shootin till every last one of the
enemeh is dead eh?” Mcskinner knew the question was rhetorical but he gave a
quick salute as he said “Aye sir!”
Soon the horn had stopped bellowing in the halls, and all
was quite minus the shuffling of feet and faint whispers. We could hear the
sound of metal on metal coming from outside, mixed in with screams of agony,
and screams of bloodlust. And then…all hell broke loose.
The Horde forces charged right in, I’m not sure they even saw
us. The throne room filled up with sounds of gun fire, the clanging of metal. A
lightning bolt went zinging by Mcskinners
head, it came from behind him. He turned around and saw Bronzegut looking back
at him with a slight apologetic look on his face and said, “Sorry…” Mcskinner
just turned and let out a hearty laugh, for him, this was what it was all about;
standing shoulder with his brethren, and toe to toe with their enemies, the
last ones standing goes the victory.
We tried to keep the force pushed back towards the door as
best we could, so as not to endanger the council, for it was all three of them
together that was holding the dwarven nation together. The loss of any one of them
would shift the balance of power, and a civil war would be imminent. But old
Muradin wouldn’t stand by and just watch, no sir. He got one look of at
Himanshu, let out a fierce war cry, and lunged at her. He planted one mace
right in her gut, and the second right upside her head, knocking her clear out
the door. Then he starting to swing both his weapons back and forth, cleaving
everything in his path, clearing a path straight out the door, followed by the
forces of the alliance, which took care of anything left standing.
When the dust settled, we went back to our positions, and Moira
made a comment about how she could have done the same with just a single spell.
Muradin gave her a dirty look as Falstad just let out a chuckle. Then General
Rhusty shouted out..
“They comin back lads, be readeh!”
The Horde pushed in just the as they had done before, and
they died just the same. This time Moira was the one to spring into action. She
began to cast her shadow spells faster than Mcskinner had ever seen any priest
in all his time he’d been a soldier.
Some of the Horde ran in fear, other fell to their knees in agony. The alliance
forces seized the opportunity and made quick work of them. This time however,
they did not return.
Once again the dust settled, and as the troops tended to their
wounds, Muradin began to speak, “Battlehammers! And friends of Battlehammers!
Thanks ta yeh, tha city is safe! Ironforge owes yeh all a great debt. Yeh stood
in tha path of those who seek nothing but tha destruction and total annihilation
of tha Alliance and its people. Tonight yeh showed em, and tha entire realm,
tha we will not go so easily. Heroes one and all, ta this I salute yeh. Now is
the time ta act! While their forces be fleeing, strike out! Hit em hard, and
hit em fast! Make em think twice before ever stepping in ta any Alliance citeh
again! TA BATTLE!”
And strike out we did, with approximately a hundred seasoned
soldiers. We set out to hit them where we thought it would hurt them worse, but
we were not prepared, for the slaughter, that we were heading to. For
Hellscream received reports of the coming invasion, and order any and all able
bodied troops to form up into his throne chambers. We dove out of the sky like meteors
hitting the earth. Drawing our weapons we shouted out, “DEATH TA THA WARCHIEF!!”
and charged into battle, where we met our end.
Through the grace of the light and the spirits of the gods,
those deemed worthy had their souls reconnected with their bodies, which then
fled the fortress city of Orgrimmar, and headed back to friendly territory,
where it was decided that we shall return another day. And return we shall…..
The troops were a little uneasy as they filed into
formation. They talked and whispered amongst themselves.
“Listen up you lot!” said General Rhusty, but nobody was
“SHUT IT!” shouted Keella at the top of her lungs, and at
that, the troops stopped talking and paid attention.
“Thank you Miss Keella.” Rhusty said as he turned to the
troops, “Aye, I know what yeh all be talkin about and I understand wat yeh be
feeling as well. The Horde have been ruthless these past few weeks, and we aint
done spit ta slow ‘em down none ‘ave we? Well not to worreh lads, for they shall
soon run back ta whatever holes they crawled out of. They will soon see…”<o:p></o:p>
The General was cut off from his speech as the Horns of
Ironforge began to sound through out the mountain. The Guard began to shout,
“HORDE!! HORDE IN THE CITY!!”
“To the Council chambers!” shouted Rhusty.
The Battlehammers made their way into the chambers and began
to set up a defensive position. Mcskinner came running as fast as he could, the
last to enter the chambers.
“Oi! General, we gonna need more then this ta defend against
“Aye…” replied Rhusty as he pulled out some pen and
parchment and wrote a letter then quickly gave it to one of the mages to
deliver onto the hands of King Hinik. Then he turned back to the troops, “Hold
fast lads, give it all yeh got! Help will come!!”
Shouts filled the chambers, “LONG LIVE CLAN BATTLEHAMMER!!!”
Dwarves took their positions all over the room, healers
stood by to protect the council members, as well as to stay out of the way of
too much danger. The warriors and deathknights took position up around the
door. The sound of the approaching Horde, war cries mixed with ding breaths,
grew ever closer. Finally a single Horde appeared n the door way with his hands
“Well good evening my friends, I Lord Himan…” but he was cut
short as Mcskinner shouted, “Piss off yeh fairy princess coward!” and fired a
round into his chest sending him out the door. “Ha! Tha’ got em!”
“If your intention was the piss him off…job well done lad.”
Rhusty said, “Get readeh lads!”
Mcskinner turned back to the doorway of the chamber and
launched a few traps and took good aim at the first thing that walked through
the door. Unfortunately it was Himanshu and he spotted Mcskinner straight away
and through use of dark magic’s yanked him into the large group of Horde as
where they beat him to a bloody pulp and then trampled over him.
The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital
wing, Keella and a few other healers standing over him.
“Did we win?” he asked.
Keella laughed as she said, “Not exactly. King Hinik showed
up with others from the AEC and the Horde ran like cowards and opened a portal
out of the city. They chased them all the way to teh island of Tol Barad where
they gave them no choice but the fight; unlucky for us they had more troops
waiting. It did not end so well. Then teh Horde retreated back to their
lands. King Hinik is reforming teh
troops and heading into Mulgore, we gonna bring teh fight ta them, this time we
will be at full strength, organized, and prepared, gonna even let them know
right were we are too.”
Mcskinner grinned and then groaned as he stood from the bed
and headed to join the others. The rally point was just outside of Thunder Bluff,
after a few last minute orders Hinik gave the order to mount up and fly into
We ceased control of Spirit Rise in a matter of minutes,
even with Baine swinging his giant hammer around like an ogre. Once all of the
city guards were disposed of, we turned our full force onto Baine himself.
Scouts reported shortly after that Horde troops were flying into the city.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>“Prepare yourselves!” Hinik shouted above the fighting, “We
have incoming Horde! Number unknown, but it doesn’t matter. For you are better
than they are. You are stronger then they are. You fight for honor, and glory,
and to protect those that need protecting. They fight for blood, and power,
things that are not worth fighting for. That is why, we will have victory!”
The troops of the AEC pushed Baine right out into a mass of
horde that was forming up. They tried to get the jump on us, but our tactics
proved more effective than they expected, and the lot of them fell before us
like water off a cliff. Soon only Baine was left standing, so we moved the
fight back into a hut were we could keep an eye out for the recovering Horde.
Several times we pushed out to fight them, but they would not stand and fight
us. Finally when they thought we had all but forgotten them, they charged in at
us, but we pushed them out into open ground. Fought them hard we did, and they
fought just as hard. Just as all had seemed lost, they turned and started to
run, like the cowards we all know them to be. Even Baine had retreated back to
his own hut, battered and bruised, but we let him live. So we planted our
standards so the Horde would know who it was that came into their city, stood their
ground, and chased them out. Who it was that stood toe to toe with them, and
beat them, more than once. Who it was that fought and died instead of running like
cowards at the first sign of trouble. Who it was that was victorious that day….
Mcskinner fell to the back of the line as the troops began
to file into formation. There were many new faces, and few old ones, but all in
all, it was good that things were getting back to normal. He was a week into
his newly appointed duties, and the King’s armor never before looked so polished.
His head was finally starting to clear, seven days with no ale was a great feat
of strength for a dwarf. He still remembered his last drink, stale, warm, and
bitter. He was angry it hadn’t been a nice fresh frosty one.<o:p></o:p>
King Bruenor kept his speech nice and short. Spoke about
some general business, and told us to watch our mail boxes for a letter.
Special orders perhaps? After that he ordered us to the gryphon master where he
told him where to send us all. Amazing bond a gryphon master has with his
gryphons. Tell him you need a ride and you just hop on, he plays a tune on his
flute, and off you go towards your destination.<o:p></o:p>
The flight down to Rebel Camp was peaceful. Mcskinner always
liked soaring through the mountains and trees. The air is fresh enough to clear
your head of any ailments, both sickness of the body and mind. By the time he
landed the king and most of the other troops were already mounted up and
heading down the trail. The jungle was full of all kinds of noises that night.
Sounds he hadn’t heard in a long time, he’d almost forgotten how unnerving it
made him, made the hair on his neck stand up.<o:p></o:p>
The trail came to an end and Mcskinner knew where they were,
Grom’gol Base Camp. Clan Battlehammer has used this place many a times for their
incursions into Horde territory. The mission was simple enough, kill all the
guards and throw a sack of gold at the Zepplin Captain, and he’d take us where
we wanted to go. Tonight’s adventure would take into the undead lands of Lordaeron.
Mcskinner watched the king as he stood on the airships bow, vacant expression
and silent as a graveyard, and he knew why. Many a brethren were lost down in
them tunnels of Undercity. Getting in wasn’t the problem, but getting out,
always proved harder than one would think.<o:p></o:p>
The trip was fast, and before long the troops were charging
out of the elevators into the main quarter of the Undercity. Mostly city guards
fell victim to the rampaging dwarven army, but a few unlucky heroes of the Horde,
who put up what fight they could, had gotten in the way. Once the upper and
lower decks was cleared, we made our way to what our intel tells us is their Magic
Quarter. After the guards were slain and lying a pile of rotting corpses, the
King gave out orders.<o:p></o:p>
“Set up positions on both sides. Dorsen! Take a few scouts
and keep an eye outside.” The king shouted. Then he turned around and searched
for one dwarf particular, “Brakka!”<o:p></o:p>
“Aye sir!” Brakka came running up and saluted the King.<o:p></o:p>
“Get teh work. Find it!” Bruenor ordered.<o:p></o:p>
“Straight away meh King!” Brakka replied as he reached into
his robes and pulled out a rune stone that Mcskinner had never seen before.<o:p></o:p>
“Wat’s tha’?” Mcskinner asked.<o:p></o:p>
“None of yeh damn business. Now get some pick axes and
shovels and follow me!”<o:p></o:p>
Mcskinner didn’t like the tone of the dwarf’s voice, but he
was in no position to start arguing with anybody. So he grabbed a pick axe and
a few other hands and they followed Brakka into the Ziggurat. Brakka walked
slowly and kept a watchful eye on his rune stone. It glowed with a bright light
as they got closer to the center of the structure.<o:p></o:p>
“Here!” Brakka shouted, “Start diggin’!” he ordered.<o:p></o:p>
The troops dug away at the center of the Ziggurat. Dwarvish
yells and Forskaen screams could be heard outside. Now doubt unsuspecting travelers
coming in by way of a portal were being caught off guard, and dispatched
quickly. The whole got to be about three feet deep when Mcskinner heard a “clunk”
at the end of his shovel.<o:p></o:p>
“Careful yeh idiot! Bring it up now! And someone get teh
The king came running in carrying a mighty hammer in each
hand. As he strapped them to his back, Brakka handed him the chest they just
dug up. The king opened it slightly and bright light shown through the small
crack. He quickly shut it and turned to Brakka.<o:p></o:p>
“Is this it! Are yeh sure!” he barked.<o:p></o:p>
“Aye my King, I’m sure.” Brakka replied.<o:p></o:p>
“Then quickly, use a portal and get back ta Ironforge and
secure it away in teh vaults. Teh rest of yeh, get yeh arses outside and kill
somethin. We can’t let ‘em know why we was here!”<o:p></o:p>
Brakka stepped through his portal, chest in hand, as the
rest of them made their way back out into the main area of the Magic Quarter. To
their surprise, a force of some strength finaly pulled together to root the
Battlehammers out of their city.<o:p></o:p>
The fighting was fierce. For the first time, in a long time,
Mcskinner felt alive like he use too. The smell of blood, the sounds of axes
and hammers breaking bones. Rifles and hand cannons picking off enemies form a
distance. Mage spells cracking and popping and burning everything to dust, the
King belting out orders as he smashes his great hammer into the skull of his
closet enemy, troops yelling out their war cries. But it wasn’t to last, the
enemy was too many. They rolled over us like the waves over the rock. We were
defeated. Thanks to our most sneakiest of dwarves, Master Dorsen, our souls
were once again reunited with our bodies, and we made the trip back home, and
in the Clan Battlehammer vaults there sits a chest of unknown treasure, accept
for the king and Brakka.<o:p></o:p>
Ortaig walked across the commons with a bit of hurry in his
giddy-up this evening. The king was to be arriving soon, and he wanted to make
an impression. Just days past King Brúenor had moved him up the ranks into his
brother’s position of General. Some of the lad weren’t taking it to well. A
group of them were all bunched up, talking near the bank so he headed over.
“Alright you lot, King Brúenor is gonna be here any minute, let’s
get in them formations eh?” Ortaig said as he approached them. He might as well
been talking to a wall.
“Oh c’mon you guys, let’s go!” he pushed.
“Go away Ortaig were busy. Besides Brúenor always runs five
minutes behind.” Brijit said.
Ortaig got a bit upset and decided to try using a bit of
firmness in his voice. “OI! I’m damn General now, and I gave yeh an order! Now
get in them there formations before the King gets here so when he does we will
be all ready to go!” he said with a firm voice. But still none of them moved and
he was starting to overheat.
“Am I talking to meself or wha…” he started to say but
before he could finish the group looked up and started to walk over and line
“Now that’s more like it!” he said, but as he turned around
he looked up and saw Brúenor enter the Commons and take up his position.
Ortaig stood there for a minute and fumed in his anger. He didn’t
know what was worse, all the rumors and jokes about his brother, or that the
rest of the clan had yet to show him the respect of being a General. He
remembered his brother’s words the other day when he had stopped to visit. “Ya
still got to earn their respect Ortaig. Just cause ya have the title of
General, ya got to make them believe that ya be worthy of such a title.” he had
said to him. Remembering those words, Ortaig took a few deep breaths and fell
in line with the others as Brúenor began to look over his plans for the
There was a lot of
changes going on throughout the land today, but King Brúenor was not about to allow
them to sway Clan Battlehammer, or her allies, of continuing to carry out their
mission of making the life of any Horde hero as depressing as one of them
homeless people out there in Westfall. Vendors throughout the land had finally
started to sell their top pieces of gear for half price to make room on the shelves
for the new the ones they had been promising for weeks now. Most of the Battlehammers had now had new
shiny gear on, and the rest would have enough to get them soon.
“Alright lads listen up!” Brúenor said as he turned away
from Nymaway who also went to fill in her troops of the plans for this evening.
“Tonight where gonna go where the Horde are, and that be in Orgrimmar. It seems
that most of their forces are there at the moment, and well, I for one can’t
wait to go out an meet them. So do one last check over your gear and make sure
ya have everything ya need cause once we go, if ye aint got it, yeh aint gettin
it!” Then he turned to his generals an unrolled his map, pointing to different
locations on it.
The flight in went as per usual except he fell behind. It
took him some time to catch up, but when he did he was truly surprised. The
force descended down upon the front gates as they always do, but there was no
one to be seen.
“What the..” Bruenor said out loud.
“Where is everyone?” Scruffy asked.
“I dunno, but damnit my maces are looking for a for a few
skulls to bash in.” Brúenor said as he lifted his weapons a bit. He then turned
around and gave the signal to jump on our flying mounts and to follow him. We
flew straight up and over above the main wall. He led us down and we landed and
took out a few guards that were there. As he pulled his mace out of an Orc
skull, making a wet, squishy, popping noise, the war drums of Orgrimmar started
to beat in the distance.
“Alright troops! Down in the hole!” he shouted as he pointed
to a stairwell that went down into the fortified wall of the gate.
There are almost two complete flights of stairs in there.
King Brúenor had started to give out orders as per where he wanted troops to
stand and how they should react should the Horde follow them down in there.
Soon the beat of wings could be heard followed by many footsteps from overhead;
the Horde had landed up above them and began speaking to themselves. Soon one
of them shouted something that Ortaig could not understand, but it was followed
by bloodthirsty war cries and the footsteps became louder; they had been found.
Soon Horde troops had begun pouring down the stairs and crashing
into us like waves on a beach, and as such they retreated as we pushed them
back. They came and retreated, and after a few minutes the bodies began to pile
up and the air began to fill our noises of an odor that rivaled the Undercity
sewers. Many troops began to hack, gag, and cough as they held there noises. Brúenor
realized that troops couldn’t fight if they couldn’t breathe so he ordered them
to charge out and re-take the roof. The dwarven horns blew as some of the
Worgen let out chilling howls, and the troops charged out of the hole at the
top of the stairs.
There were not many enemy forces left, and within minutes the
roof was secure once again. King Brúenor turned to one of the mages and said, “Traggik!
Set that Ogre’s loincloth ablaze!” he shouted as he pointed to an Orgrimmar
“Aye sir!” Traggik shouted has he launched a fireball at the
massive flag hanging high above the troop’s heads. Engulfed in flames, smoke
began to fill the skies, and troops let out cheers as they watched the banner
burn to bits.
“Now if that dun get their attention then I don…” Brúenor
began to say before he was cut off from a loud Horn that echoed in the valley
“Uhoh, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of company here in
a minute. Mount up! Rendezvous at landing zone Bravo! Move out!” he ordered
before he mounted his pristine white gryphon and took to the skies heading
north and east.
Ass troops landed, Brúenor and his Generals began ordering them
into positions. Soon we were already to go, and all we had to do was wait. Eventually
the Horde pulled their heads out their arses and found out where we were. The
troops prepared to open up them as they came charging in at us.
“Hold yer fire lads! Yer gonna want to see this!” the King
shouted. We waited, and waited. Many were getting nervous. Ortaig looked up at
the King who seemed fine with the situation for he was smiling. Ortaig turned
just in time to see several of his dwarf rogue brothers along with worgen ones
as well, open up on the troops that were charging at us. The Horde we caught by
surprise and fell quickly, but soon our friends were in trouble, and
Shadowforge just took a fireball in the face. He dropped to one knee as he
tried to get away. Ortaig went to run up and help him, but the King stuck his
arm out to stop him.
“Wait…” he said.
“But mi ’lord?” said Ortaig with concern in his voice as he
looked out at Shadowforge, but then out of nowhere cam lady Nymaway in her
rarely seen cat form. She quickly changed into her normal state and began to
surround the troops with leaves and all kinds of green colored light. Soon the
Horde troops were all dead, and the rogues, along with Nymaway who decided to
give the cheering crowd a curtsy, disappeared again into the shadows.
But soon the Horde had had enough games and simply wanted
the dwarf and worgen forces to just die. They brought everything they had,
warriors, death knights, mages and warlocks, paladins and priest. Yes they
brought a force with the wrath of Garrosh with them. Soon our forces were laid
to waste. But as Mcskinner once to him;
“How can you put out a fire set on a cart-load of firewood
with only a cup of water?”
A few weeks ago:
Ortaig approached Mcskinner out on the hill which had be
pre-disclosed in the letter he had received moments ago.
“Brother? It’s freezing out here. Why have you called me out
here when I could be in the tavern downing a few ales with the others?” Ortaig questioned.
Mcskinner looks at Ortaig for a brief moment before turning
his gaze to the setting sun as it falls behind Ironforge Mountain, he did not
know when he would see it again.
“When you first arrived back home I was filled with anger. I
had truly believed you would die in the frozen lands in the north as our
parents did. At the time you had returned I had found a new life in the service
of King Brúenor and Clan Battlehammer. I quickly moved up in the ranks and
earned the respect of the others. When you returned, I felt threatened.” Mcskinner
gave Ortaig another look. “Even father always considered you the better son.” He
Ortaig sighed and tried to think of something to say, but he
could not for he knew it to be true. Instead he just looked at back at his
brother with a concerned expression on his face.
“Even now, week after week you prove yourself the better in
the eyes of King Brúenor and the rest of the Battlehammers. Hell, the report
you made the other week for me while I was injured, was superior in detail and
other ways.” Mcskinner looked back towards the setting sun, the air was cooling
off fast, and his breath could be seen as if he had been smoking one of Traggik’s
pipes again. After a moment he spoke the words that could possibly be the last
his brother would say to him.
“Ortaig, I’m leaving. I do not know where I am going, or
when I shall return. I have already prepared a letter to King Brúenor, along
with the recommendation to take my place as General, and Elder Scribe.”
And with a firm handshake, and a tap on the shoulder,
Mcskinner picked up his rifle and headed of into the now darkening horizon
followed by Sambas, his most faithful friend.
Preparing for Battle:
Ortaig’s head was filled with all kinds of thoughts, which
made it hard for him to listen to King Brúenor at the head of the formation
calling out announcements and what not. It had been weeks since his
conversation with Mcskinner on the hill. He had not been approached by the
King, nor had Mcskinner been heard of since. The only thing he could figure was
that even with his brothers’ recommendation, in the King’s eyes, he was not
worthy. He would have to change his mind, and soon before someone else arises
to the occasion.
The Pack and the Wolf Pack had made their way into the
commons as the Battlehammers had finally got all situated. Lady Nymaway and her
troops were looking eager as ever to, literally, sink their teeth in to
something. Once situated, King Brúenor
began his speech.
“With each passing day, and after ever battle, whether
victory or defeat, my heart swells with pride. Since our new Alliance with the
War Council, I see hope, and a future for the Alliance, and all the people she
has sworn to protect. Even now, all of you, standing here before me today, are
etching your names into history. Your grandchildren will tell stories to their
children one day of how you stood on many battlefields with no regards to your
personal self, to slay yer enemy, protect our lands, and if need be, give yer
life so that future generations may live without fear, and that their lives
will be prosperous, and their lands be fruitful. Tonight, I bow to you, all of
And as the King bowed, the commons filled with cheers from
the dwarves, and howls from the worgen.
As the King rose back to his full four feet of height he
motioned for his Generals to come forth and made his way towards Lady Nymaway,
as she motioned for her leaders to do the same.
Ortaig shuffled in his positioned as Brúenor pulled out a
map and started pointing at the different locations, clearly talking strategy
to the others. His discomfort did not go unnoticed; a voice came from behind
“What’s on yer mind?” asked Krevic
“Nothing” he replied.
“Ya know you and yer brother are one and the same.” he
replied. Ortaig turned and gave him a strange look.
“What I mean to say is, neither one of you ever could hide
yer emotions to well.”
Ortaig turned back around, then Krevic patted him on the
shoulder and said, “I miss him too lad.”
Mislead in Mulgore:
Initial reports that came in as we headed to the plains of
Mulgore stated that Horde resistance was minimal. Our attack on Thunder Bluff was
to simply let the Taurens know that King Brúenor meant what he said, and that
is simply they allow us to gather the resources we need and leave, without incident,
and no harm would come to their city, or its people. But what happened next
clearly made that sound easier than it was truly going to be.
On our initial charge into the city, everything went off without
a hitch. We charged into the lower rise taking out everything guard, merchant, emissary,
and innocent bystander we saw. Tauren corpses littered the ground, the pond in
the middle of the encampment turned from crystal blue to crimson red. The King
was satisfied with the initial attack and ordered us to push up the giant totem
and head for, what we hoped was a still recovering chief, Baine Bloodhoof.
Before we knew it we were in over our heads.
The Battlehammers had charge into the area like they had
done many times before. Slaying guards and felling enemy troops left and right.
Then King Brúenor let out a battle cry like no other.
A fierce yell followed by, “BLOODHOOF! I COME FOR YOU!” As I
heard the cry I looked up just in time to see the mighty dwarf warrior leap
into the air and bring down his heavy hammers with the force of all the ancestors.
At the moment of what should have been a
crippling blow, Baine was pulled out of the way and a strange warrior blocked
the attack with his axe. The warrior, as we found out later, was Machik, the
new leader of the Earthspear Clan. King Brúenor was caught by surprise and the
mighty Tauren just stood there and laughed. Then he gave out a loud cry and, ranged
fighters appeared out of nowhere on top of the buildings that were now being
emptied by enemy melee forces. For a brief moment, so brief that one could not
see it but feel stillness in the air. Then the stillness was replaced by the
shattering of shields, the clinking of metal, and the thumping of bodies as
they fell to the ground. Tauren, Orc, Worgen, and Dwarf alike began to drop as life
itself was drained out of them. Once Brúenor knew that to stay any longer would
be suicide, he called for a retreat and suggested the Lady Nymaway do the same.
Many did not make out, others died on the trip back to Ironforge. Through the
use of soul stones and other healing powers many lives were recovered. The king
was saddened by the loss, but found relief in the knowledge that it could have
“We’re not done yet lads!”
Many troops were still in the infirmary as the order came
through to reform up back in the Commons. King Brúenor was at the head of the
formation, Lady Nymaway was at his side, and both had a look of vengeance upon their
“Many a time has Clan Battlehammer been defeated upon the
battlefield, but our resolve is like no other in the land. And I’m sure that
Lady Nymaway could say the same of her people as well.” He said with a nod
towards Nymaway. She returned the nod in agreement.
“But defeat is not in us lads. I’d even say that some of us
don’t even know the meaning of the word, let alone the feeling. So make quick repairs,
restock up supplies, and form back up within the hour. We’re not done yet lads!”
My gear was still in good shape, so I took it upon myself to
make sure the rest of the healers were full up on bandages, potions, and other
supplies. The warlocks made quick work of restocking our supply of soul stones
and passed them out to the healers as needed. Hunters mended their pets,
Warriors sharpened their blades, and the Magi stocked up on scroll and looked
over their spell books one last time as we made our way back to the Commons and
reformed the lines.
This time didn’t give a speech, he only spoke to a few
troops, and then looked at the vast force in front of him and simply said, “Let’s
go!” and within in instant there was a bright light and we could feel our
bodies being pulled to a distant place. When my eyes readjusted they confirmed
what my nose already had determined. We had arrived just Southwest of
Orgrimmar. Once the area was secured the troops that Brúenor had previously
spoken to, began calling out names of the troops that were to join their respected
parties. Once they had confirmed they were ready, Brúenor called out for the
charge, and we headed Northeast to the enemy gates.
A Battle of Epic Proportions:
As we had previously encountered in our many attacks upon
the gates of Orgrimmar, many Horde troops were out in front of the gates
sharpening their fighting skills. And as always, they were surprised by our
sudden appearance and fell rather quickly, with the exception of the lucky few
that retreated into the city to get more troops to come. And come they did. The
king was just setting up the positions of the different battle groups when the
horns began to blow. In one uniform motion we all looked towards the gates.
What we saw was unbelievable. It was as
if the entirety of the Horde forces had come to fight.
King Brúenor shouted above the horns as best he could, “Find
solace in the fact that ye can draw such a crowd. It seems the mere mention of
dwarves at the gate brings forth such a vast force. Ye should feel proud! Use that
pride to fuel yerselves, and let none survive!” and with that the horns of Clan
Battlehammer, and the howls of the War Council sounded and the charge began.
Ortaig played close attention to the King to make sure that
if he suffered any injuries to immediately take care of it. On many occasions
has he followed the king into battle, and one thing he has learned, is that if
the king is still standing, enemies fall before him like the snow on the hills
of Dun Morogh. Time and time again did he see his mighty king fell an enemy
twice his size. After each fallen enemy he let out a fierce battle cry as he
charged to the next. Many warriors in Clan Battlehammer fought in the same
manner. Ortaig has little fighting experience, but is considered one of the
best amongst the Clans healers, and that is just as noble.
As allies began to fall, Ortaig did what he could to get
them back up and fighting, the ones he couldn’t he would use a soul stone on
them so that the warlocks could bring them back to the land of the living once
we returned home. At one point Ortaig had used all of his soul stones and then returned
to the Kings side in the middle of the battlefield. Our numbers were waning;
bodies began to pile up, enemy and ally alike. The King was to focused on
slaying his enemies to notice that there were only a handful of us left.
Ortaig tried to warn the King, “Milord! We need to retreat
sir!” he shouted.
The King turned to Ortaig and shouted back, “That time has
come and gone my friend! We fight to the death this day!” As he shouted these
ways an Orc came up behind him and brought his axe down across his back. The
King fell to his knees. As the Orc pulled his axe from the Kings body, the King
fell forward at Ortaig’s feet. Ortaig fell to the ground, fear had distracted
him. He glanced around and saw his brethren and his friends of the War Council
falling all around him. From behind him he heard a familiar voice cry out his
“ORTAIG! GET OUT OF THERE!” shouted Krevic.
But Ortaig could not, he quickly rose to his feet and as the
Orc that fell the king began to charge at him he called upon the light to
shield him from harm. As he grinned at the Orc who seemed to be befuddled by
how he did not harm the dwarf, he began to call upon the light to resurrect his
fallen allies all around him. As his shield dissipated, dwarves and worgen
simply came to be at his side. Ortaig then quickly began to heal all those
around him with every spell he could think off, and soon those that had risen
again went back to fighting. In doing so, Ortaig became exhausted, and fell to
his knees. The King stood in front of him and stared in his eyes, as Ortaig was
struck in the side by an arrow. The force of the arrow knocked Ortaig on to his
side, and he couldn’t breathe. The King started to cry out his name to see if
he was still conscious. Ortaig grabbed the Kings arm and spoke with all his
“I’m sorry milord. I did what I could.” He said as he fell
back to the ground and passed out from the loss of blood that was beginning to
pool around him.
The King sounded the retreat, and called for assistance to
carry Ortaig off the field. Troops fled the battlefield as fast as they could.
A small force of enemy troops followed them for many miles. Once they let up, Brúenor
ordered one of the mages to open a portal back to Ironforge. Before he went
through he ordered a small contingent to wait there till night fall and then go
retrieve all the troops they could find, dead or alive.
“No one gets left behind!” he shouted to Shadowforge before
he went through the portal and vanished.
There are a lot of things to do in this world, and sometimes
we always get caught up in all the fighting that we sometimes forget some of
the more relaxing things. Such things as fishing, or bringing out the foam
sword rack we use for training, to have a little fun with your new allies, or…whale
hunting even though it is pointless. Clan Battlehammer took the time to partake
in these events due to our recent success in taking out the Blood Elf leader in
Silvermoon in our previous battle.
A brothers warning:
Mcskinner had told me about his many journeys to this city,
but even so I was not prepared for what I saw, tall buildings, lots of luxury,
and thralls of blood elves. I was honored when he asked me to take up his position
within the clan for the time being. Apparently he had been beaten up pretty
good in the past few weeks, and needed some rest. I made sure I followed as
close to King Brúenor as I could.
“If he come to harm while on your watch, I’ll hold you responsible!”
Mcskinner told me the night before we left.
“I know brother, you have to trust me. I have mastered my
skills since the last time we talked.” I replied.
I had spent a lot of time training as a healer in the past
few months. I think our parents would be proud, mother being a healer herself
and dad being a previous member of the Order of the Silver Hand.
Entering the city was no easy task for me. The newer
recruits seemed to be all brawn and no brains. Always charging of to kill and
enemy and nearly losing their lives. But we made it to our objective easy
enough. The orders came fast, and so we were in the heat of battle with the
blood elf leaders. I positioned myself in the middle of the troops, some of who
were engaging the leaders while the others were handling the guards and any
Horde forces trying to enter the spire. Lor'themar Theron was
shouting all kinds of things I could not understand, but I’m sure it had to do
with the fact that he was getting a beating from a force of dwarves.
About half way through the fight a few Horde
forces showed up and started to make trouble. As I was not the only healer in
the room I took a chance and went to the rear with the forces fighting them.
Some of them were getting pretty banged up.
“Someone cauterize this damned wound so I can
get back to fightin!” shouted Krevic who can sometimes be quite demanding.
“There ya go lad, good as ne…” I replied but I
was cut off as I was yanked out the door by one of them evil death knights.
I was afraid for my life, never had I been in
such a situation. By my trainers had taught me well, and my reaction came quickly
enough to escape without much damage.
“Now yer havin some fun, aye lad?!” Shouted
Cinos who was putting down an Undead Mage like Mcskinner can out down ale.
I did my best to heal everyone I could at the
door before returning to the King, who I was able to heal in the nick of time. Apparently
some more Horde forces were trying to enter in from the back room. But all was
well within moments when the Lor'themar Theron hit the ground in one big bruised
and bloodied lump.
“Now let’s take out the damned Horde!”
“Charge!” shouted one of the generals.
I did my best to keep up with them. Apparently
the king wanted to withdraw from the city before, what he seemed to fear, the entire
Horde would somehow appear in front of our eyes. So we ran and fought and drove
the enemy before us, all the way back out the front gates we fought, before he
gave the order to turn around.
“Stand fast lads, we will make our stand here
on this ground of our choosing!” he shouted to the troops.
I thought that was funny, because my choosing
would have been to get back to Ironforge while we are all still in one peace. I
did the best I could, but I was low on energy, and did not know how much more I
could do. This was my first real battle, and now I know what to expect.
But before I could make such a suggestion to
the king, a large number of Horde forces appeared down the hill below us.
Needless to say they were pissed, and looking for revenge.
“Ya hear that lads? That’s the sound of
victory. That’s the sound the enemy makes when ya walk through there city
unchecked, and put their leaders in the ground. Now I say we go give them the
same treatment…what say you?!” he shouted
“For the Dwarves!”, and “Long Live Clan
Battlehammer!” were shouted back in unison before the King gave out the ‘ol “CHARGE!”
order and we charged down the hill.
“The rumbling sound from our charge began to
grow louder and louder as it seemed to fill up the area around us. The once
stationary Horde was now advancing on us in the same manner as we were to them.
Shouts, cheers, battle cries, dust in the air, the smell of sweat and blood,
the hopes that the man next to you will watch your back as you are watching
his, these are the things that go through your mind in that last moment before
metal meets shield. And for a brief moment, you are without fear in your heart
and ready to lay down your life for your cause.”
These were the words my father spoke to me
the day I left to go join the paladins for training. He was proud of me, and so
was mother. My brother, Mcskinner on the other hand was upset and nowhere to be
found. I don’t know why these thoughts occupied my head for just in front of me
was a massive force that was enraged and ready to lop of my head for being
amongst those who killed one of their leaders, but in that moment, I finally
understood what my father was saying, and then the battle ignited.
Gunfire and bolts of magic, fel and arcane, came over our
heads from the rear, final battle cries were shouted as the two forces
collided, I myself went right to work, unleashing everything I could to protect
my allies. Horde and dwarf bodies alike hit the ground. Cries of pain and agony
soon filled the air. The smell of blood became stronger. It did not take long
before I was exhausted, and could do no more.
“Hold the line, drag back the wounded! Heagnir! Get us out
of here now!” shouted the king above the roar of the battle. The last view of
the battle I had was of that of my King taking a blow to the head by an orc,
and then darkness.
I awoke two days later in the Ironforge Infirmary. Mcskinner
was there at my side.
“Easy lad.” He said as I tried to sit up. “You took a nasty
hit in the back, yer lucky to be alive at all.”
“What happened?” I asked
“Well, ya let the king fall for one, after I told ya not to.”
He replied as the thoughts of battle came rushing back to me. “But don’t you
worry, he is fine and fully recovered, it will take a lot more than a single
blow from an orc to bring him down.”
“The others? How are the others?” I questioned nervously.
“Just fine lad, everyone is just fine. You did your job
well. Matter of fact, as soon as you fully recover, the king is holding a
little celebration in your honor at the tavern.” He replied, easing my mind
“This is good news, I was afraid that we had lost someone.”
“Mcskinner, right before the final battle…” I started to say
before he cut me off.
“You had thoughts of father and wht he said to you on the
day you left.” He said as if it were him that was there and not me.
“Yes, but how did you know?” I asked.
“It was the same for me; he gave me the same speech he gave
you. And before you ask, and no I don’t understand why it happened, and as a
matter of fact I haven’t even spoke of it to anyone until now. Maybe in time we
can figure this out together brother, but right now you need to rest. I will go
tell King Brúenor that you should be up and about soon.” He said as he rose and
left the infirmary.
As I laid back down, my thoughts drifted back to the battle
and the thoughts of my parents, it seemed so real, and then darkness fell
before my eyes as I fell back to sleep.
The trip to Silvermoon was short. We had picked the Dark Lady’s trail and
followed it straight here, we were under the impression that once she fled the
Undercity she headed to the nearest allied city.
“It could be a trap sire.” I said at the gathering of minds
before we entered the city.
“How so?” he questioned.
“In all my years of tracking humanoids sire, I have learned to
live by one thing above all else, and that’s never believe the first thing the
trail tells you. Sir, she knows we are after her, and I’m sure she knows that
we are not afraid to enter Silvermoon with our forces.” I explained.
Brúenor thought for a moment without saying a word, and then
lady Nymaway spoke up.
“So, she wants us to believe she is here, and she wants us
to attack the city? What could she possibly gain from that General Mcskinner?”
“Well, I’m not sure to tell ya the truth. The way I see it,
she is not in there and we go in and level the city, and kill everyone alive.
The Sin’dori get their panties in a bunch and retaliate. The other option is…” I
paused for a moment and gave the King a look.
“She is in there, and she has forces waiting for us to come
in.” he said aloud as if he could read my thoughts.
“Yes sir, exactly.” I replied.
The King then pulled out his map of the city that one of the
troops had stolen on one of the recon missions into the city. He was giving
orders to Nymaway and the others as to where they would go and where our troops
“If we do it like this, they might think we have come alone,
as we always do. Then when you come in from this side, it’ll be over and back
to Ironforge in no time.” Said Brúenor,
“A magnificent plan King Brúenor, I hope the success rate is
as good as you hope.” replied Nymaway.
We entered the city and slayed everyone in sight, then we
broke off into our different directions. Surprisingly there were not many
people around, like there normally is. No merchants, only a few guards,
something didn’t seem quite right.
“I know, keep your eyes peeled and keep moving, be ready for
anything.” He replied. He had the same uneasy feelings as I did. The Horde was
up to something in the city, and I felt that very soon, we would know what that
We entered the Court of the Sun via Murder row whilst our
allies came in from far strider Square. The entire courtyard was empty. At that
moment one of our dwarven rogues appeared out of the shadows in front of us.
“My lord, I have scouted the royal chambers as you
requested, it is unoccupied accept for those who are normally there.” informed Shadowforge.
“Well done lad. Well it seems she is not here after all. Now there is no sense in comin all this way fer nothing.
Lady Nymaway, prepare your troops to attack the royal chamber on my command.
“Yes milord.” She replied
So we moved into position as we always do, and just when we
were about to charge into the chambers a horn was blown behind us, followed by
several others. At that moment I could see a mass amount of Horde troops coming
down from the roof tops. The Dark lady was standing among them, tall and proud.
Then the elven leader, who was now behind us cried out a battle charge as well,
when I turned around I had just enough time to see more Horde troops coming
from the back room where the Orb of Relocation was contained.
The King cried out the fiercest battle cry I have ever heard.
It was followed by many more from the troops that surrounded him. We had one
hell of a fight on our hands. I got in several kills myself before I was takin
down. When I awoke in the Ironforge infirmary King Brúenor was at my side.
“My Lord, what happened?” I asked.
“Well lad ya bit the dust, that’s what happened. We suffered
heavy injuries, and lost most of our supplies. But, with the help of our new
friends we were able to retreat from the city, and leave no one behind.” he
“How sir, we were surrounded? I saw with my two eyes, there
was no escaping that?” I questioned.
“Druid magic is a powerful thing. I thought the same as you,
but since there is no such thing as a dwarven druid, we do not fully understand
their power. But don’t you worry about that, you just get rested up, and there
is someone here to see you, I’ll send him in.” he said as he walked away.
A stout dwarf came walking in with short red hair, and a well-kept
“Ortaig? What are you doing here, I thought you reported
back to Northrend?” I was confused, thought maybe I hit my head harder than the
medics here might have realized.
“Aye, good to see you too brother I have returned home at
last.” he replied with a chuckle.
“You finished your training then?” I asked.
“As finished as one can be I suppose, one is always learning
brother, but yes, my trainers have taught me all they know. Now I may be of
some actual use to Clan Battlehammer.”
“Are you responsible for healing me up then?”
“Ah no, actually you were almost fully recovered before I even
arrived. I believe ya owe yer life to that one there.” he replied as he pointed
to a worgen across the room.
As soon as I looked she turned and smiled and then walked
“My Lady Nymaway, thank you very much, I am in your debt.” I
spoke with all the sincerity in my heart.
“Don’t mention it lad, we were proud to stand by you and
your kind in battle, and will do so again, anytime the need arises. As fer your
debt, it is not so, I saved the life of my new good friend. I couldn’t let you
go, we have only just met. I think in time will become great friends and
allies, no matter the ruling on the over alliance between our people. Now get
some rest, yer brother here said he would buy me a drink fer saving your life,
and I intend to hold him to it.”
“Ortaig, don’t go far, we need to have a talk about a few
things” I told him.
In a silly voice he said “Yes general” as he bowed. He was
always making fun about things, as we both often do.
“Welcome lady Nymaway.” greeted King Brúenor as I led our
new soon to be allies down into the crypt. The air was damp and old. The crypt
in which that was chosen for our meeting
was filled with the remains of what I assumed to be great soldiers. One was a mighty warrior and was on a throne
in the a little out cove. It still was wearing his armor and sword. He must
have been a great leader to deserve such a burial.
“Greetings King Brúenor, I present to you Stoic of the
Darnassian Kin and Wargill of The Wolf Pack. She replied.
King Brúenor nod in each of their directions as the offered
“I am glad you are all here; forgive me for not revealing
more details of this meeting. In these times our movements are monitored by
many, the Horde have spies everywhere.” he said.
“I have been meeting with my generals and discussing your
request and going over all the information brought before me. Before I give you
my answer I want to say a few things first. In the past we have allied
ourselves with others. In doing so we have accomplished a great many things.
But in the end, and for whatever reason they do not last. The other guild’s
suddenly loses interest and stop living up to their end of the agreement. This
makes us untrustworthy of those who, like yourselves, come to us seeking an
alliance. I must admit that at first we were doubtful about you all, we weren’t
even sure that you could muster a force that could even benefit us at all. Now
as I look out and see all of you, I am wrong, and you have impressed me. So
what I propose is a temporary agreement, in the hopes that one day we can make
an official Alliance between us. What say you?”
The three leaders before the king looked at each other for a
moment and then nodded in agreement.
“We agree to these terms King Brúenor, we will not let you
down.” replied Nymaway.
“Very well, now since we have such a force gathered here, I have
sent a member of my Clan ahead to summon us into a remote location outside of
the Ruins of Lordaeron. To show you that we are dedicated to this agreement, we
are going to take down the one responsible for bringing war to your city, that
evil wench Sylvannas!” The king was meet with howls of appreciation and some of
the others growl at the very sound of her name.
After a few moments I could my body being pulled to a far
off place, I remember when it first happened I tried to resist it, but now it
comes easy to me and I just let my body go. Once on the other side, i could a
few troops had begun to clear the area of foul beasts and a few undead that had
been lurking about. It wasn’t long before the King got every ready to go.
“Mount up and move out!” he shouted as he took off towards Silverpine
We followed the main road, stopping to take out any type of
settlements and outposts along the way. We left nothing in our wake but burning
buildings and bodies. Along the way I had some time to talk to Nymaway for a
“My Lady, your people fight with such ferocity, like that of
mad…uh” I paused fer a moment realizing that my next word would probably get my
head lopped off.
“Beasts? It is ok my friend. I know that you meant no
offense. To answer your question yes, some of us do not fight the battle
between our former human selves and the worgen side anymore. We embrace our new
gifts as a way to seek revenge against those who took advantage of a people who
were weak at the time, and destroy their city.” She replied
“I think I understand now. I have a way with the wild beast,
I have tamed many?”
“Do you seek to tame me as one of your pets General
Mcskinner?” she asked
My face turned red, and I replied “Sorry my lady, that’s not
what I meant. I ask for your forgiveness, Clan Battlehammer has had little
doings with any Worgen what so ever. I fear that our words might get mixed up.”
“I understand, and it’s the same for us too ya know. We have
hardly fought alongside anyway other than our own kind for so long, but do not
fear. In time, we come together and be as one.” she replied.
“Uh…right” I replied, wasn’t quite sure what she meant. As I
saw the next outpost on the horizon I sped up on meh ram to catch up to the
King. Once I did I saw a great opening in the mountainside.
“What in the blazes is that smell!” I shouted.
“That is the smell of opportunity my friend!” said Cinos
“What in the name of the stone are you talkin about?” I asked
“This is the sewer entrance; it’s an opportunity because
they won’t be able to sense us coming.” answered the King.
Once we were all gathered we began our way down into the
city. I got turned around so many times in them pipes, I hope I never have to
go back again. Once we goth through the pies the King turned around and gave us
a few last minute orders.
“Alright lads listen up, were gonna head down these stairs
and take a right, follow the tunnel, and when ya come to the main chamber, go
up the steps and to your right again. Got it?”
“Good, now let’s go, we got a bone to pick with Sylvannas.”
“Ha! Good one sir!” shouted Orooth
We charged out at the Kings signal and did just like he
said. There were Deathguards all along the way, but they were no match for the
force we brought with us. Once we were in the chamber it was a different story.
Lady Sylvannas and her little minions were a force to be reckoned with, and by
now the Horde forces were on their way as well. I had heard stories about the
trickery that the Dark lady uses in battle. But to actually see it was an
entirely different story.
The Horde had finally come, and some had made their way into
the room but we forced them back out. The Dark Lady must have sensed that
things were about to go bad for her because she vanished. She was nowhere to be
“COWARDLY BITCH!” shouted the King, he was most aggravated. I would be too, it was no easy task getting
here, and now with the Horde blocking the only exit, it was going to be even
harder to get out.
It was a long struggle of back and forth. They would push in
and we would push them out, and we were running low on supplies.
“Sir! The brought Death Knights with them!” I shouted.
“Stay away from the door!” he shouted, but it was too late.
Some of the troops, including myself had already been pulled out by their death
grip abilities. I was lucky and managed to force my way back inside, but I was
in no shape to fight any longer. That’s when I felt myself being pulled out of
the chamber by magic and knew someone had escaped and summoned us out. When my
eyes adjusted we were on an island on the lake just outside of the city.
“Tend to the wounded, and set up a perimeter.” order Brúenor.
“Are you alright?” Nymaway asked me as she knelt down and
took a look at my wounds.
“I’ve had worse” I replied.
“Allow me.” she replied, I nodded at her to go ahead.
I felt a warm feeling surge through my body as the magic
flowed from her hands. My wounds began to close up and heal almost immediately.
“That’s amazing.” I said
“I forget that the dwarves do not know of druid magic, it
comes from the earth elements, much like your shamans, but still different.” She
“Thank you, my lady.” I replied to her and got back to my
King where he wa speaking to the other Generals.
“Not everyone made it out sir.” reported Scruffy.
“What are we going to do?” asked Keella.
“For now, we retreat.” he said in a heavy voice.
A new General:
I was on edge this evening, my nerves were wearing thin.
King Brúenor was due back today, and I had to report him about our latest
battle, which was not a failure, but didn’t go as well as it should. I had
never lead a command before, was my first time. The responsibility of lives in
ones hands is a great burden to bear. I remember that night after we returned,
troops were scattered about, working with the healers to mend the wounds. Some
were worse than others. “Perhaps if I had been more prepared.” I thought to
“Skinnah?” said a familiar voice. It was Cinos, my friend,
and partner in leading the last battle.
“Hail friend, what can I do fer ya?” I asked him.
“Brúenor sent me to come and get ya, he wants to speak to
you straight away, the troops are assembled.” He replied.
I let out a long sigh, so not only was I going to have to
tell him what happened, but whatever his response was, it was going to be in
front of the entire Clan. I was surprised to see all of the troops assembled,
the city bell had not yet rung which normally is a signal that we are to march
out, and it was still early.
“Corporal Mcskinner reporting as ordered sir!” I called out
as I knelt down before the King.
“Stand up lad, and don’t look so nervous.” He said to me
with a faint grin on his face.
“I have here your report, says here that you took charge and
led the troops into battle. Says also that you suffered no loss of life, and
only minor injuries, is that correct?” he asked
“Yes sir, as always my reports are accurate sir.”
He then turned to the rest of the troops and began to speak.
“Being a leader is a great responsibility, it takes a
certain kind of character, and skill. To take on the responsibility of the
lives of other, says something about a person. Losing a battle does not mean it
was a failure, it just means things didn’t go as planned. What is most
important is taking care of yer troops, and making sure that loss of life is
minimal, Skinnah did just that. Ya got beat up a bit, and that happens to the
best of us, but you all lived to fight another day.”
As he spoke I pondered those words, and I started to feel a
little bit better about the outcome of last week’s battle.
“Skinnah, ya have been an important addition to my ranks
these past few months. I rely on you to keep track of our battles so that
others may learn from them as well as we do. You have even come through a time
or to as an ambassador of sorts. You don’t think twice about giving help when
it’s asked for, and I must say, your also a mast of that there rifle and your
number of tamed ferocious beast.” He then took a step back and faced the entire
“For outstanding service to Clan Battlehammer, for stepping
up in a time when it was needed, and fer putting his life on the line to defend
those who cannot defend themselves, I hereby promote Corporal Mcskinner to the
rank of General! Stand and be recognized.”
The troops roared out in battle cries and cheers. It was not
what I was expecting, but I was honored just the same.
“I will do my duty sir, and nothing less.” I replied to him
as I rose from the ground.
“Make sure you do lad, I’m counting on you. Know get back in
formation, we got some work to do.”
Once we were all quieted down and back in formation the King
gave the order to mount up.
“From General Skinnah’s report, it seemed that the Sunsworn
have bumped up there game a bit, even have been getting more support from other
war bands. I say we go see what they can muster. To Silvermoon!” he shouted and
then Heagnir summoned us just outside the city.
The march in went as it normally does, the guards were never
really a challenge for us, we brought them down quick. We made our way through
the city and headed straight for the city leaders chambers. Once we were formed up at the base of the
ramp just below the chambers, King Brúenor gave the order to charge.
“LONG LIVE CLAN BATTLEHAMMER!” he shouted as he turned and
led us up and into the fight. Little did we know that the Sunsworn and their
allies were waiting for us to make such a move. The came in behind us and
attacked our rear. Some of the new recruits, who had not experienced this
battle before, were lured back out of the room and slaughtered.
“Stay in the blasted room you dolts!” I shouted. But it
mattered not; soon the Horde pushed in and drove us out. They had amassed a
number of troops in the like of which I had never seen before in all the
battles we have had here. We had to apply a few tricky tactics to get us all
back together as a group, and once we did it seemed that the Horde had abandoned
the fight. The king however was not fooled.
“Let’s move about the city, find them rat bastards, they are
here somewhere!” he shouted above the crowd.
And find them we did, this time it was Clan Battlehammer
that was trapping them in a room. It was going pretty successful at first, but
then they started to pull some of us in the room, and once we were in there,
there was no chance of us getting out. Soon they had taken enough of us down
that they were able to charge out and decimate our reaming forces. We had been
beaten, and the king gave the order to retreat to Ironforge.
Back in Ironforge I approached the king, “Sir, the other day
I spoke to you about the guilds that wanted to make an alliance with us.”
“Yes Skinnah and I told ya I would have to think about it.”
“Yes, of course sir. But sir, I think that it is clear,
especially after tonight’s battle, that were gonna need more troops to attack
He let out a sigh and didn’t say anything for a moment. “I
will speak to the other Generals and see what they think; I will have an answer
within a day or two.” He replied then went back to unpacking and storing his
I walked away feeling the same uncertainty as I did when I
approached him. The Horde are working together now more than ever, and if we
don’t do something soon, I fear for the fate of Clan Battlehammer, and the
At some point in one’s life, they are called upon to step up
and do what needs to be done. Last night was mine, and I was scared shitless. I
had never lead a command before, helped lead but never been the one person
everyone looks to for answers. Never the one who had the fate of others’ lives
in the palm of my hand. Succeed and I would be praised, fail and I would be
forever known as such.
The commons was in disarray when I arrived in Ironforge last
night. Battlehammers were scattered in group’s chit chatting, and the guards
seemed to be on edge.
“Cinos, what in the name of stone is going on?” I asked
“Some traders were attacked on Tol Barad. They were there
delivering some supplies when they were hit. Only a few survived, and they
might not live out the night. Only one is talking and he is in the inn. Keella
is doing what she can for him.” He replied
“Where’s the King, or the rest of the generals?” I questioned.
“They haven’t reported in yet.” He said.
“Get the troops lined up, and I’ll go talk to this trader.”
When I went to the Inn, we were shown where the room was
where he was kept. A couple of new recruits were standing guard just outside
“Who are you?” I asked the one I didn’t know.
“Bearhammer sir!” he replied.
“Good to meet ya, and hello there Ginger.” Ginger was not a
new recruit, but she has only been with us for a short while. Nice lass and one
hell of a fighter, as most dwarven women are.
As I entered the room I had to adjust my eyes, it was only
lit by the fire and a single candle over by the bed where the dwarf lay and
Keella at his side with her hands running across his chest as she was
whispering to herself. The man had a great gash across his chest from left to
right. The sheets were soaked in blood, and he was having trouble staying conscious.
When I approached the bed Keela looked at me but her hands kept moving and she
kept whispering. Her look told me to keep my yap shut and stay back, so I did. When
she had finished she stood up and came over to me.
“He’s weak, he won’t last long. I have done everything I can
for him, and eased his pain.” She said in a concerned voice.
“Alright, thank you. I just need to ask him a few questions
as to what happened.” I told her and approached him.
“Sir, your with Battlehammer yes?” he asked.
“Yes sir, Corporal Mcksinner, but ya can call me Skinnah if
ya like, everyone else does.” I told him.
“Sir the others? What happened to the others?” He asked. He
was so scared.
“I’m told they didn’t make it, which is why I am here. What
happened?” I was getting nervous I might not get the answers I needed.
“We were commanded by the council to bring a shipment of
armor fer the troops at the base camp in Tol Barad. We have made the trip
several times, and the journey is fairly safe. When we arrived, they guards
were reporting that some Horde had spotted close to the encampment. My son, young
and naïve, but brave. He’s always dreamed of joining the fight against the
Horde, and one day following King Bruenor onto the battlefields, and fighting alongside
brave dwarves of you and…”
I had to cut him off. “Why are the others dead? Who did this
to you?” I pressed him harder this time.
“My son went out to see if he could find the Horde. I didn’t
notice till we were getting ready to return. The guards said their orders
prevented them from going out to look for him. So my fellow trades and I grabbed
our weapons and went after him.”
His voic changed, and I knew I was about to get some
“We found his body, just up the hill from the camp, on the
road that leads up to Baradin Hold.” He said as tears began to fall from his
eyes. “They came out of nowhere, we are not fighter’s sir, and we could not
defend ourselves. So we ran fer it, but they ran us down. I barely made it back
to camp before I blacked out and then I woke up here.”
“I beg you, who were they?!” I tried not to shout but I was
worried we wouldn’t be able to react in time.
“I dunno, the wore collors though. Grey with a white rising sun..” he replied
before he faded from life.
Anger rose up inside of me, I have seen that Tabard many a
times since I sign up with Clan Battlehammer. One face in particular was
burning in my mind, Ravenhul. Just like him to murder innocent traders who can
barely defend themselves.
I made my way back to the commons where Cinos had finally
gotten the troops in formation and he himself was standing in front of them
where Brúenor or one of the other generals usually sits.
“Hey yer back, what did ya find out?” he asked as I turned
and looked at the troops.
“Sunsworn, they are behind this. Ravenhul will die this
night.” As I looked around I didn’t see any other Generals other than Brijit
and Keella. They are both brave, and are good at what they do, but Kella is a
healer, and Brijit a master trader, neither which is what we needed. We needed
someone who would be on the front lines to call out orders .
“Where are the other generals? The king? Cinos! Where are
they?!” I shouted at him.
“I don’t know! But we got to do something!” he shouted right
back at me. He is a fierce shaman, and has whooped my arse many a time in
duels. He’s skillful and loves the sound of his own voice, perfect man fer the
“You have to lead the troops tonight, we have to act now. We
cannot wait for the others!” I told him
“I can’t do it by myself!” he replied as he stepped back.
“You won’t, we will do it together. You and me old friend.” I
said as I stuck out my hand.
“Together then.” He replied as he grabbed my hand and gave
it a firm shake.
I deployed a rogue to go and scout ahead while the rest of
the troops got everything together and gathered a few last minute supplies.
Once we were ready we were summoned in through the powers bestowed upon Clan Battlehammer
for their service to the Alliance. One there Shadowforge filled me in on what
he had found.
“Well, the dwarf was accurate. I found blood all over the
road leading up the hill, but no bodies though. Tracks back up the hill and
head off into the Horde camp, which is as far as I dared go alone.” He reported.
“Well done.” I told him.
No bodies, Ravenhul…how sick and sadistic he can be at
times. Probably let his undead lackies consume them. He will die, and everyone found
“Troops, listen up! I know none of you have ever followed
my, or Cinos’s, command into battle before. I personally have never lead a command
into battle before. This is not our first time out together. We have been
fighting along each other’s side fer sometime know, nothing’s changed, accept
Cinos is uglier than the king, and the voice in which you receive your orders
is different. We will find these heathens and will eradicate them from the face
of this realm. We will teach them the lesson that is painful. An attack on a
dwarf of any kind will be met with swift retaliation. We will drop the hammer
that is known as Clan Battlehammer upon them so they will never forget!”
Surprisingly I was met with cheers and war cries that made
the nearby birds flee from the trees. If the Sunsworn were still here, they
would know by now that we were too.
We found them just up the road from where the blood of the
innocent traders still pooled on the ground. We had an element of surprise but
it was short. We descended upon them like waves upn the rocks. Metal upon Metal
could be heard fer miles. Battle cries and cries of agony rang throughout the
island of Tol Barad. We suffered many injuries, but so did they. Both sides
pushed each other back and forth the battlefield, and up and down that road. By
the time it was over, the road was completely stained in blood. Apparently even
Ravenhul has his limits when it comes to blood and carnage. After they made a
huge push, and we had gathered and regrouped we were about to make what we had
hoped a final charge that would end his life. But when we came over the hill
all we found was a few scattered troops and a portal. He ran…like a coward!!
The war bands amongst the Horde are growing. With each
passing day their ranks grow in number with more skillful warriors and magic
users. Their leader, Garrosh Hellscream, is fierce and bloodthirsty. Thrall was
wrong to leave him in charge, even if he was called away to a much higher
calling. Even amongst the Horde leaders they agree that he is not the one to
lead the Horde, but they will do nothing to betray the Horde as a whole. Now is
the time to act. Garrosh is behind the growing numbers of war bands. Intel
informs us that he is gaining their allegiance by promising them lands that he
plans to take away from the Alliance. Clan Battlehammer was charged with infiltrating
Orgrimmar to gain more intel on the situation.
The Generals of Clan Battlehammer met with their King down
in the crypts of Old Ironforge. By candle light the gazed upon a map of
“Here, on this ledge we will make our stand” said King
“And how will we gain access into Garrosh’s war room?”
While pointing at the map, “We will fight here, and we will
send in two rogues once the Horde is distracted. We will hold on for as long as
we can, but they need to act fast.” said the king.
“Who will go?” asked Keella.
“Dorsen and Heagnir, unless there is an objection?” asked
“No, there are very capable, and will get the job done.” Said
“Good, Keella you and Alestrom, along with the other
healers, will hold here with the ranged fighters, while the melee fighters will
move between these two points here, and here.” said Bruenor while pointing to
the positions on the map. “While we fight here Dorsen and Heagnir will retrieve
anything they can from the war room and send a signal when they are clear of
the city, at that point Krevic and Traggik will open a portal back to Ironforge
where will dress our wounds, and I will call for a keg to be opened from my own
private stock. Let’s move out”
Let’s hope this works:
Being pulled through the nether and then being spit back out
onto the other continent is never very pleasant. But when ya do it as many times as we do ya
get used to it, but it’s always fun to watch the new recruits vomit profusely
all over themselves.
“Get yer heads on tight, we bout the move on Orgrimmar. I
need ye to bring your best skills tonight.” Said the King as he called out for
the troops to mount up on their gryphons and take to the skies.
The air is dry in Durotar, but when you get up above the
dust clouds, the scenery is beautiful in its own way, from the ocean to the
south, right up to the Gates of Orgrimmar. The gate is a solid stack of twisted
metal and wood, ugly as an undead and representative to the new leader of the
Horde. Hovering over it Bruenor gives
the Order for Dorsen and Heagnir to move into position and the rest of the
troops to make their decent to the location previously discussed. We landed without
detection, which was good for us but bad for the plan.
“Skinnah! Cinos! Front and center!” shouted the King. “Aye
sir!” we replied in unison. “I need ye two to go out and lure the horde here,
careful not to get knocked off yer mounts, you must lure them away from
Garrosh. Go now!”
“Long Live Clan Battlehammer!” I shouted as we mounted our
gryphons and flew off into different directions.
I remember thinking to myself “I just got offered up as
bait!” But I cleared my thoughts of such things and focused on flying. I’m best
on meh feet in most situations, but in the past few months I have learned how
to maneuver my gryphon in hot situations. So I weaved in and out of the trade
area of Orgrimmar shout insults to the horde. I even caught meh a few guards
her were on my tail like a blood elf on mirror. While I was there I saw Dorsen
and Heagner slip past the guards into the war room unseen, so I thought I would
head back to the troops and hope that the suckers I caught would follow me
The horde that were on meh tail fell for the trap, and as
soon as we finished up with them, Cinos was comin in hot with several on his
tail. A mage that had followed him launched a fireball at him that struck his
Gryphon in the arse and threw him from it. Luck for him Traggik was quick to
react and cast a slow fall spell on him wich saved his life. We were in the
heat of battle when Bruenor called for his generals to fall to the back of the
“What’s the status on those rogues?” He shouted above the
“No word yet sir, and they still have not sent up the flare
to signal that they are clear of the city.”
“Well we need to get out of here as soon as..” The King was
cut short by an explosion that came from the trade area.
“What in the blazes was that?” he demanded.
“Sire, when I was in the trade area, I saw them enter the
war room unseen. I also noticed a cart full of explosives in front of there,
the cart had a broken wheel and the goblin drivers were franticly trying to fix
it.” I told him as I recalled what I had seen.
“Either way that explosion is gonna have this entire city
coming down on our heads! Krevic! Traggik! Open the portals! Now!” ordered the
“My lord, what about those two?” asked Scruffy refereeing to
the two rogues.
“Let’s hope they made it out of the city. Troops! Fall back
through the portals!” shouted Bruenor.
Farewell to the brave:
Back in Ironforge the King had ordered a keg from his
private stock to be brought up and tapped. He had shut down the tavern to all
but Battlehammers and their friends, which is pretty much every dwarf in
Ironforge. But the occasion was not a happy one, or one of victory or success.
Dorsen and Heagnir never returned to the city. Their whereabouts are unknown,
and are probably dead.
“Today we lost two brave dwarves. Brave not because they
followed orders. Not because they entered a heavy guarded building, and not
because the went with a plan that had a low rate for success. They were brave
because they stood on the side of right. Brave because they fight for the
freedom of not just the dwarven nation, but of all those whithin the Alliance. Brave
because they gave up personal matters to server a higher calling. Brave because
there were without fear, even in the face of death. Now raise yer glasses and
raise em high. Salute to Dorsen and to Heagnir. Long Live Clan Battleh….”
Before the King could finish two stout dwarves covered in
black soot entered the Tavern. One had tears in his eyes.
“Ah good King, ‘twas a lovely speech but damnit I’m thirsty!”
said Dorsen with a smiling Heagnir at his side. “Besides, yer gonna want to see
what I have found..” he said with a wicked grin on his face.
Great change has been in the air within Clan Battlehammer
this past week and more is still to come. With renewed spirit King Brúenor is
striking fear into the hearts of Horde. Pushing his men farther and harder with
each passing day, promoting those within his ranks to do the same in his
absence, as well as demoting those who have failed to uphold their duties. Last
week we engaged in a fierce battle within Orgrimmar, and this week we did the
same, but in the desecrated lands of Loaderon.
Trick or Treat!
Hallows end is in full swing, and what better chance can ya
get to try out some new things than an event that brings all the races from one
side or another into one place. I’m not a huge fan of the event but I must say,
Undercity is the perfect place to hold it. So when I strolled into Ironforge
after a long day of stocking up my stash of leather, I asked the King, “What we
gonna do tonight?” Without turning away from the formation of troops in from of
him he simply said, “Te pick a fight.” After the Promotion of Brijit, one of the
bravest dwarves I have ever known, even though she’s a bit iffy with her rifle,
to General, and Clan Battlehammer treasurer, we mounted up headed to the Haunted
lands of Tirisfal Glades te pick a fight with the Horde and steal their candy!
That’s a lot of
I wasn’t expecting there to be many Horde troops in the
Courtyard of Undercity, so when we got there I was surprised to say the least.
Apparently the guard’s didn’t like Brúenor’s trick, which was simply caving in
the skull of a Deathguard with nothing but his bare fist. And we were all out
of candy, which why we were here, well technically, it was just something I was
gonna do. So we just decided to start killing everything in sight. Now Aprently
<The Crew> has a sweettooth because once we started to get the upper
hand, and I had mine in the candy bucket, they came out of nowhere and started
to put a beat down on us like Garrosh should have done to Sylvanas when she
told him about how the Undead race could “procreate”. They rolled over us like
a dwarven made Steam tank. Now I’m not going to disclose how many of us there
where because I know these are public records, and if Ravenhul new, he would
have probably cried even harder when he severed all ties to Undercity aboard
the Alliance airship Skybreaker.
I’ve never really explored much of the former human castle
of Loaderon, I was a young lad when Arthas betrayed his father and the entire
human race, and sealed the deal in his father’s blood. Some of the other lads
in the Clan came up with the idea of heading down into this tunnel and digging
in there and fight the Horde in an enclosed area. The plane work smoothly. Once
we were down there, we were dug in deep. The Horde couldn’t root us out fer anything.
After about an hours’ worth of fast paced fights, which we just so happened to
slay around 300 Horde, and I must say of those 300, Ravenhul counted for about
30 of them, I even mentioned to the lads, “I’d hate the have his repair bill!”,
they got smart and started to come at us from behind. Even still they had no
luck. Every time they came at us we were able to send them back out running fer
their lives. But it’s hard to keep a dwarf focused on one thing fer a long
period of time. We would have moved out sooner if it were not fer the fast
paced action. So we pushed back out into the courtyard again. Slaying
everything in sight, and of course I grabbed meh a handful of candy before we
ran back down below. This time though it seemed the Horde had given up trying
to get us out of there so we charged out of there and headed fer the front
gates. Once there we set up in our formations and prepared for an assault. Some
came but we shoved them right back in. Time and time again they tried to push
out, and time and time again they were pushed back in, or found themselves in
Need more Candeh!
“All right lads, prepare to be ported back to Ironforge, I think
we have ruined there fun fer one day.” Ordered Brúenor.
“Sire! I need more candeh!” I cried out.
“Skinnah, we did not come here fer you te…” but before he
could finish I cut him off. “But sir, it’s not like they could stop us!”
A few others joined in with shouts over the fighting, “Aye!”
“Let’s fill our helms to the brim!”
“Alright! To the candeh!” cried Brúenor, and we all charged
in to make a final grab and go at the candey bucket while the mages started to
open up portals behind us. Some only grabbed handfuls, or pulled off there
helms and scooped out a bunch, I myself pulled out an empty Frostweave bag and
just dumped what was left right in there, slung that heavy son of trog over me
shoulder and ran fer the portal laughing as the deathguards charged at meh
saying, …well who in the heck knows what they were saying.
Here’s to a Stomachache
Once back in Ironforge, I plopped that heavy bag down on a
table in the tavern. It was so pretty, all the shiny wrappers, glistening in
the candle light. “Hey Skinnah, can I get some of that?” asked one of the new
recruits. “Keep ya filthy hands of meh candy, or I’ll whomp ya one something fierce!”
I scolded him. He backed away with a hint of fear in his eye, I would never
really hit another Battlehammer…unless they had it coming.
“Skinnah!” shouted the king from across the room, I didn’t even
know he was there.
“Yes sire?” I asked as he came across and then grabbed my
bag and headed for the door.
In a whimpering voice I cried out to him “Sire?” as I ran
He walked out into the middle of the commons and put the bag
at his feet. “Ironforge! Listen up! Clan Battlehammer earlier tonight charged
the gates of Undercity and systematically destroyed their Holiday!” When I though
he wasn’t looking I tried to grab hold of the bag and sneak it from his grasp,
but before I could even touch the bag he wrapped me on the head with his hammer
and knocked meh on my arse. I saw stars, felt like I was gonna throw up, and
decided to just stay where I landed.
“Now if yeh remember a few weeks back there was an incident
with Mcskinnah and a bottle of cursed ale. He has graciously decided to give
back to the city by donating his entire bag of Candy, which I must say is
pretty damn heavy, and there should be enough fer everyone here to get
themselves a handful!”
A tear began to roll down meh cheek, as I stretched out meh
hand towards my bag of candy. As I did I felt a hand hold me back and a whisper
in Krevics voice, “Ye want another thumpin you idiot.”
I looked up at the King and he came over to me and with a
smile he said, “Dry up ya big baby, besides, this doesn’t even come close to
repaying the debt you owe to this city. Now go turn in, and tend to that lump
on yer head before I give ya another!”
If it doesn’t work the first time you just got to try it
again. For weeks I thought King Brúenor had lost his mind, attacking Orgrimmar
twice a week with the same results. So when we went there again after slap
around a worgen who was defiling the altar in the Stormwind Cathedral..why we
were there I cannot tell you since people always try to run us out of town, But
Wrynn knows without us, the Alliance would be at a disadvantage with the Horde.
So when the crowd gets uppity the guards tend to look away, and we just mount
up on our huge mammoths and war bears, and walk right over the top of them.
Then when we finally do leave to do something productive, reports come in
begging us for help.
Last night we went from one end of Durotar to the other. We
started of their training grounds, where the guards there hit hard, but by god I
think they are wearing paper hats and using foam armor because they drop faster
than Mervyyn’s pants after a few pints of Ogre ale. Also we noted that the
Horde seemed to care less about the less experienced members, for they received
no help, and were left alone, to plead with us for their lives.
“Brúenor no kill?” a rather ugly orc asked.
“Well lemme ask you..” but before he could finish, a shot
was fired and the orc hit the dirt. As the King turned around to see who it
was, he stopped and looked at Brijit who seemed to be the only one avoiding his
eyes. When she realized she had been found out the, she met his gaze and said “Woops?”
Then we all busted out with laughter.
“Let’s move out!” he shouted. So we all mounted up and flew
north, coming upon the village of Razor Hill. Having been here several times,
it was not much of a challenge and within moments of touching down, the
population was killed, and the buildings were set ablaze. Marching forward up
the ravine towards the Gates of Orgrimmar, we were met by a few Horde members
who were too much of a coward to land on their feet and face us, they just
stayed flying overhead.
Once we got within sight of the gates, the king ordered us
to charge in and clear it out, and that we did. It was quite a fight, and went
on for a good bit, as far as fights like these go. We pushed in to the gate and
held our ground fer only a moment before we withdrew so as not to get trapped
in there, we may like to live in caves, but by stone we hate to be trapped. As
we fell back away from the gates, the Horde was hot on our arse. They hit us with all their might and we
fought as hard as we could, but they got the upper hand and won the fight.
We all know dwarves are stubborn, and Battlehammer is full
of the most stubborn ones. So instead of running back to Ironforge to lick our
wounds, we regrouped and headed over to the Orgrimmar docks. The guards there
were pretty week, and the Horde seemed to care less. After we had cleared them of all forces and
took what we wanted from their supplies, they King declared “Clan Battlehammer
now owns these Docks and has control of everything that comes through them. We
will re-route everything to Menethil Harbor and from there it will be shipped
to Ironforge.” After he was done speaking he ordered a small group of fighters
to stand a post at the docks, and to keep him updated with hourly reports.
We were not done yet, our hunger fer blood was not satisfied.
So with help of Dorsen, the most sneaky dwarf rogue I know, we were summoned up
on to one of the cliffs inside of Orgrimmar. We killed all the guards to get
the attention of the Horde, and by go we got it. They came from all sides and
from above, and we beat the piss out of them. Their forces being spread out
like that was their downfall. We were able to focus them down one group after
another. They tried a couple of tricks, while clever as they were, they all
failed. It was one of the fiercest
battles Battlehammer has been in fer a while. Many fought till they couldn’t
lift their weapons anymore, and others fell to the Horde. For the final push
the Horde actually got smart and grouped up and plowed right into us, and they
sent us running in all directions, and that’s what won them the fight.
Back in Ironforge the King gave a little speech about the
“I am proud of you all, ye fought hard, ya killed Horde, and
ya never gave up. That’s what sets you apart from the rest of the Alliance and
their so called Heroes. Ye have earned the right to bear the name Battlehammer.
Ye have earned the right to walk among the rest of the Alliance and feel
superior. Ya have earned the right, to rest, and recuperate, and by stone get
The troops were in good spirits last night as the fell into
formation in front of the mighty King Brúenor, who at the time I showed up was
having a go with one drunk dwarf known as Manbeard. Apparently they were just
spouting insults to each other, which for Manbeard’s sake, was a good thing.
For if it would have come to blows, killing a fellow dwarf is not something we
as a dwarf ourselves look forward too.
“Ya call tha’ a beard! It’s more like peach fuzz!” spouted
Manbeard to a cool and calm Brúenor.
“I”ve see the
dwarven women with fuller beards than wat you got on yer face ya blubbering drunk!”
And with that
Manbeard became speechless. Throwing out a death threat that the King just disregarded
as drunken rambling, Manbeard turned to walk away, perhaps back to the Tavern,
he dropped right in his tracks face first to the ground. We all let out a
hearty laugh. He was still lying there snoring as we marched out of Ironforge.
As always we
like to keep the Horde on their toes, so we made a trip to the Orgrimmar gates.
Upon landing there were not many Horde there to be slain, but there was one
that mattered. Natureswill is one most well-known Horde members on the entire
realm. Time and time has someone called out his name as a target on the battlefield
and that sly snaky son of yet always gets away. Tonight was different, we descended
on him from out the sky before he had a chance to do a damn thing. We were all
over him, like blood elves to hair gel, goblins to gold, orcs to shiny things,
and , well basicly we were all over his arse, and it didn’t take long to put
Once we had
him down though, it was like we kicked a hornets nest. The Horde came flooding
out the front gates of Orgrimmar, wave after wave came crashing into us, we put
down as many as we could, but alas, there were to many of them and we went down
ourselves. Lucky for us we had a sneaky dwarf to resurrect us, and another to
summon us right the hell out of there.
So once my head
stopped spinning from being yanked across the nether or whatever its called, I could
see were going to go and visit the Fairy Princess. So we charged right into
Silvermoon and headed straight to his chambers. Once in front of it we took
down all the guards and readied to slay him. We had little time; we knew that
those who had not had enough of us in Orgrimmar would surely find their way
overall a good fight. The Sunsworn, with the help of Gorwatha Warband, and a
few others, there were able to root us out of the throne room and back out into
the courtyard. It was a shame too, we were very close to putting him down, and
hopefully for good. They kept pushing us further and further back, so before we
suffered the same fate as we did in Orgrimmar we had a mage port us the hell
out of there.
concludes another Battlehammer Report
Last night war party was a pretty usual one. We gathered the
troops in Ironforge and moved out right away. King Brúenor was not in the
happiest of moods and wanted to get his hands on something right away. So
rather it be one of the new recruits by doing what all new recruits do, screw
up, he decided to just head on out to Orgrimmar and kill some Orcs, and
whatever else lie behind those impenetrable walls.
The trip out there was rather a fast one. I myself was on my
new drake mount I got for services rendered on the island of Tol Barad. Fierce
as all hell and befitting a dwarf. Some of the newer recruits jumped on
two-seater flying mounts so they didn’t get left behind.
Upon arriving in Durotar Brúenor halted us in midflight and
discussed battle strategies. The favorite was the one where we all swoop in on
gryphons and kill everything before they get a chance to call for help or even
have a clue as to what is happening. Then we fly right back out of there before
reinforcements can get there.
We entered the city on the west side and headed deep within
the city tunnels. Fighting down there is like shooting in the dark, fun as
hell. First off ya can barely see in front of your face, but neither can they.
One time I believe I took a round in the shoulder, courtesy of Brijit, who is
the bravest of all the dwarves, but a poor shot. It didn’t take the Horde long
to muster up their forces and root us out of there, but we were not done yet.
The King was still fuming, and wouldn’t go home until he was satisfied.
So ‘round the city we went, back to the front gates, dropped
in and gave a rather nasty Clan Battlehammer greeting, which is like a kick in
the face, or frostbolt on the nose, or even an axe in the back of a coward
running away. This time though, there were a few more numbers who were willing
to come out and play sort of speak. I think I counted eight, or was it ten,
might have been fifteen, but the point is there was a ton of hunters out there
and man when they all hit the same target *whistles* things drop like Mervynn’s
britches at a ram race during Brewfest.
All in all it was a good night, lots of Horde died, and we
suffered quite a bit ourselves, I included. The king was satisfied that the new
recruits were training hard, and that it showed in there fighting this evening.
After words I and the Generals went off to the tavern with the King to discuss
a more focused direction within Clan Battlehammer.
I was glad to see me King at the head of the troops when I
strolled in to the Commons for roll cal last night. It seems his drunkin stupor
has worn off from all the Brewfest drinkin. All though I think the ale is still
sloshing around in that skull of his, for he has missed a lot, and a proper
report was not given to him. But none the less he rallied us up fer a good
“Is Ashenvale still on marshal law?” he asked one of his generals.
“No sir” replied General Keella, “but there a still some
troops there to watch over their supplies as the make way for them to be
shipped to Northrend.”
“Well that’ll do fer me until my head full clears, and I get
a decent report around here.” He replied as he threw my report onto the ground
as if it were nothing more than an invitation a Troll and Bloodelf wedding.
“Now let’s mount up troops, and make fer Theramore Isle. We
will start there and burn every one Alliance encampment and see what kind of
trouble we can stir up.”
So we all waited for Krevic to summon us a portal to
Theramore Isle, it wasn’t long before we realized he wasn’t there, so we had a
new recruit do it for us. Once there we mounted up on our beautiful war rams
and charged up the road. In just a few short clicks we came to a Tuaren
village. It wasn’t until it was half razed that I mentioned to the King that
these were Grimtotem Taurens, and they were no friends to the Horde.
“You don’t think I knew that? Skinnah, I appreciated the things
you do fer me and the Clan, but don’t you forget that I am still your King, and
therefore anything I say is to be followed to the letter, without question!”
Retreating like a scolded worg pup to the rear with all the
other ranged soldiers; I started to wonder if I had not gotten too comfortable
in the absence of my King. It seemed that some of us had, and he would not tolerate
it. So fer the rest of the night I decided to go ahead and act like Soldier of
After there we mounted up on our fast flying mounts, just
got me a drake from Tol Barad earlier that day, and headed for the village of
crossroads. As normal, we encountered little resistance. A couple of looky loos
came to watch us raise the village to the ground, I think some of the mages got
a few shots off, but other than that it was pretty quiet. So on that note, the
king mounted us up and headed North to the recently war torn lands of Ashenvale
Upon arrival, we could see that there was not many troops
there, but a lot of supplies. So we helped ourselves to anything we needed and
burned the rest, all the whole slaying as many orcs as we could. Heading deeper
and deeper into the forest the view was the same; minor troop numbers and a
hell of a lot of supplies. Splintreepost, and even the Warsong Lumber Camp was
empty in troops, but abundant on supplies, which would come in handy as were
continually grow in our ranks.
“Well, this is rather unbefitting a dwarf!” said the King in
response to the low number of kills he had that night. “Alright listen up, were
gonna take the fight to them!” The troops let their battle cries fill the skies
as we mounted up and headed for Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar is a very busy place, I don’t know why; I want to
vomit every time the stench from there fills my nostrils. But it didn’t take
long for most of the city to know we were there. We were met with heavy forces
before we even got a foot hold inside the gates. We suffered heavy injury right
away and were force to retreat from the city, but not before one of those
filthy Hand of Lordaeron heathens
managed to slice of a piece of King Brúenors beard. On are way back to
Ironforge he was distant, and quite. It is quite embarrassing to have such a
thing happen to a dwarf. But if I know our King, he will be back to his old
self just as soon as he visits the old barbershop and gets his beard trimmed up
As soon as we landed in Ironforge, shouts could be heard
from the military ward. At first I thought that maybe a few guards had started
a brawl, it is Brewfest after all, and they like to do that once in a while,
and let the citizens place bets, get drunk and have a good time. Then a short,
wee, young lass came runnin up to us in tears saying she saw Horde.
“All troops report to the Military Ward, slay them sons of
filth before they get anyone else!’ cried Brúenor.
We charged in there as fast as we could, not realizing this
was no rabble of Orcs. These we trained fighters, and the leader was one hell
of a tactician. We couldn’t even get at them. They had there healers locked
down tight, and there was nothing we could do, till a rogue came along. That
sneaky little devil snuck in there and found a good hiding spot. Then by the
powers givin to all Battlehammers fer there services to Ironforge, he summoned
the lot of in behind there healers. We took them down, and then the rest fell
face first right after them. A few other
factions showed up at the end, claiming to be responsible, but we now what
really happened, and that is Clan Battlehammer saved the day!
After the final fight, I approached Brúenor and tried to explain to him all
the new quarrels we had been into, and give him all the information, but he was
in no mood to talk, and asked to me put it all in a report, so that’s what I’ll
do. And then he headed off to the Barbershop.
The past week or so has been one of the bloodiest I can ever
remember. Battlefields near and far has been littered with friends and brothers
and sisters. Banner s laid torn, shields broken, and weapons shattered. Morale
is down, the threat is high, and the outlook is grimmer than ever before. Hope
for the future is hard to see, and what will become of the Alliance is still up
in the air, and that is a scary thought.
Dwarves are digging:
The hold that the Horde has had on Ashenvale requires
immediate attention. Calls have gone out to every sub-faction, guild, and clans
to come to the aide of the elven lands. Clan Battlehammer is one to answer the
call to arms. “We need a back door.” said the king as he addressed his war
council. As he pointed at the map he spoke the plan. “We can start here, and
dig up into this tunnel here. And right before we are about to strike, I will
give the word for the final blast that will allow us to charge out and take
control of the outpost. So let’s start there, and be ready by next week.” With
the orders in hand and after a visit to Steelgrills Depot for some explosive,
several of us started out trip to Ashenvale. Once we were there we went straight
to work. Digging and blasting all day and all night. We had several miles to go
and only a week to do it. We worked in shift, and were denied our ale to
motivate us to work as fast as we can. After several days we started to hear
voices in our tunnel, and that was the sign we needed to know we were close. A
dispatch was sent back to Ironforge to inform King Brúenor that we were ready.
“Brijit, make sure them explosive fer the final blast is ready, and on my
signal, light the fuse.” I said. “Aye sir!” she said in a sarcastic voice. She
was a little upset that she had to work on her birthday. But she did as I
asked, and headed of down the tunnel. As the forces of Clan Battlehammer came
upon the tunnel, the ground shook and there was a deafening boom from the
tunnel. “BRIJIT!” I called out in a concerned yell. “What?” she said from
behind me. I turned and saw that she had the igniter in her hand. “Tell me that
you didn’t do what I think you just did.” “What? I went down the tunnel and set
off the fuse like you said.” As I shook my head I turned to the King. “Sorry
sir, it seems there was some confusion. The final blast has been set off, and
by now the Horde will be massing in the Outpost, so we better head there now.”
“Lets move out!” he ordered and then we all charged down the tunnel and
prepared to be met with a large Horde force. To our surprise there wasn’t but a
few guards there, and we took them down really quickly. “Lets set up our
defensive position and.” But before the King could finish, Horde forces swooped
down from the skies and hit us hard, defeating us rather quickly. After we
regrouped and tried to push them out of the outpost, we started to get hard,
very hard. “Back to the tunnel! Mcskinner you stay in the rear and as the last
dwarf passes, you collapse that tunnel. It is imperative that you do this,
otherwise they will follow us in the tunnel and we will surely be buried
Ironforge under Siege:
As we retreated to Ironforge and began to move out, guards
came running into the commons. “Brúenor! King Brúenor Battlehammer! Horde is
attacking the Council!” they cried. “To the council chambers troops!” he
ordered. As we rounded our forces into the Great Forge and went to enter the
Council chamber, we saw immediately that the Council was already down 2 of its
3 members. Old Muradin was fighting to beat hell and giving them Horde all he
could. The Horde saw us coming from a mile away. We couldn’t even get in the
damn Council chambers. Three times we pushed in with all our forces and three
times we were forced back out. It didn’t take long before Muradin went down.
Even though he was gone, we were ordered to fight on. Trying to keep the Horde
contained until more forces could arrive, none came. And soon we fell to the
same fate as Muradin. Seeing their opportunity they began to make their way to
the front gates. Our forces were thinned down but our spirit was high. “Fer
Ironforge! Fer Clan Battlehammer!” cried Brigit, who, as it seemed, forgot all
about her birthday and fought with all hear heart. She has one of the biggest
hearts in all of Clan Battlehammer, one of the bravest as well. She was right
out in front, chasing them Horde out of the city as far as she could before
they would mock us and turn around and trample us back down.
Sad day to be a dwarf:
We fought hard today. We fell several times, and went
through our entire supply of bandages. No help came to our aide. Even the
guards decided to stay out of the fight for the most part. Ironforge was hit
hard, and was lost to the Horde. It must have been to pretty for them because
they left the great city as soon as they had control of it. Thank the gods that
they did so. So for now the dwarves of Ironforge and of Clan Battlehammer will
sit in there city and heal their wounds, and rebuild beloved city. As we speak
the war council is drawing up plans, and re-strategizing. We will get our
revenge on the Horde and more importantly the one that were the colors of the
Crew! So have your parties, celebrate and yuk it up! Your victory will be short