The story so far

I don’t know what’s wrong with you people.  Everybody seemed overjoyed to see the kind of bullshit agony I had to endure the other day with Garona and Johnny Awesome and all the rest of it.  Fuck, if I didn’t know better, I’d think maybe you people didn’t love your Warchief!

Anyway, Garona and I are getting ready to head off to go looking for that ogre Skarr, but while I’m getting squared away here at the inn, I thought I’d take care of some blog stuff.  For one, I know the last couple days I’ve been getting a batch of new readers, between the Twitter feed and getting links passed around, so I figured it might be a good idea to try to catch up any newcomers to the blog.

First of all, if you ARE new, welcome!  Lok’tar!  Good to have you here.  Unless you’re Alliance.  In which case, DAMN YOU TO THE NETHER, FUCKERS.  But meh, keep reading.  What the hell.

Second, Spazzle recently added an About page to the blog, with some general info and background type stuff for anyone new.  I know he usually tries to be good about setting up my posts with links to older ones that are relevant for background, but y’know, he’s just a goblin, so I’m sure he misses some stuff here and there.  Also along those lines, I figured this might be a good time to step back and run through what’s been going on for our many new readers, seeing as this ogre business has been unfolding for a while:

A few weeks back, Grimtotem raiders in Dustwallow Marsh and Feralas started attacking ogres.  I could care less about the Gordunni ogres, mind you, but it was a much bigger deal that they were also hitting the Stonemaul ogres too, who have been allied with the Horde for a while.

I sent Dontrag and Utvoch to Brackenwall Village to help Krog with his investigation.  Using some…um…pro bait-and-trapping, the bunch of them were able to capture a Grimtotem raider, and interrogated him with help from me and the ogre seer Draz’Zilb.  Wait, what am I talking about, “with help from”?  They hardly did a damn thing during the interrogation.  It was pretty much all me and Draz’Zilb.

Anyway, Draz’Zilb used some FUCKING SCARY-ASS voodoo mojo shit on the Grimtotem, and we got the story.  The Grimtotem discovered that the Twilight’s Hammer want to use an ogre relic to resurrect Cho’gall.  Apparently, while he was holding a gathering of ogres in Feralas a few months back, Cho’gall imbued a phylactery with his spirit (or part of it, or whatever…don’t ask me how this raise-the-dead stuff works…personally I’m getting sick of all the “Bastion of Twilight was just a setback” bullshit already).  Now the Twilights are trying to find the phylactery, and the Grimtotem are trying to beat them to it.  According to the prisoner, they believe if they find it first, they can cut some kind of deal with the Twilights to regain their lost holdings.

The Twilight’s Hammer believe one of the ogre clans in Feralas or Dustwallow have the phylactery, so the Grimtotem have been raiding the Gordunni and Stonemaul ogres to try to track it down.  High-ranking members of the tribe have been sent to both areas to coordinate, but if you ask me this whole plan has Magatha written all over it.

We know the Stonemaul ogres don’t have the phylactery, but we’re letting the Grimtotem keep thinking they might so they keep their attention divided.  Meanwhile, I recalled Garona Halforcen from Twilight Highlands, and she and I headed out to Feralas to investigate.  I found got some information from a Twilight’s Hammer cultist in the southern ogre camps, and Garona confirmed the story from a Twilight run-in of her own up at Dire Maul: the main Twilight contact in the area is an ogre named Skarr, who’s taken up hiding somewhere in the Lower Wilds.

Garona and I met up at the Steam Pools to compare notes and plan our next step.  We also met this blood elf named Johnny Awesome while we were there, which was good for comic relief, if by “comic relief” you mean “makes you want to stick a sharp stick through your eye, into your brain, and swirl it around.”  Now we’re about to split up to go after Skarr.  With any luck we can find him and get more pieces to fall into place.

So…that’s where we stand now.  Next time you hear from me, odds are I’ll be out in the Feralas wilds somewhere trying to track down Skarr.  In the meantime, a little nugget to hold everyone over:

 

There once was a blood elf named Johnny,
Who thought himself ever so bonny.
To get him off my hands
I sent him to Ghostlands
Where he could annoy the Amani.

 

EPIC VERSE!

Updates soon.  Stay tuned.

 

 

[Header image provided by Rioriel from Postcards From Azeroth, reproduced here with permission and many thanks.  Click here to see the souped-up Postcard version!]

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6 Responses to “The story so far”

  1. Charles Jenkins Says:

    Hail Warchief,

    Epic verse :

    Garrosh and Garona sitting in a tree;
    K I S S I N G;
    First comes war, then comes marriage ;
    Then comes little Garrosh in a baby carriage !
    ( or whatever orcs are born in )
    Yea me!
    PS don’t kill me thanks.

    • Oh you DO want to die a slow, painful, grisly, agonizing, oh and did I mention slow and painful? death, don’t you…

      • Charles Jenkins Says:

        Oh great and mighty leader of the Horde,
        I may have failed to mention the > 2000g collection for Draz’ for something “special” made just for you. The sweet lullaby of Garonas voice will lull you into your special place. Besides, who else could match you and keep you straight? While your searching out the twilight hammer, you could have a romantic picnic in southern Feralas. Just a suggestion oh mighty one !
        Loktar and stuff…
        Your loyal (and very easily bruised) minion.

      • **I** may have failed to mention the > 2000 HEAVILY ARMED KOR’KRON INFANTRY DIVISIONS standing by for my word to beat, burn, skewed, and disembowel any target I point them toward.

  2. Dam looks like im not the first to reply, im not bothered though its just a minor setback-hey you know what else i hear was just a set back? The bastion of twilight.

  3. Charles Jenkins Says:

    Hail greatest and most mighty of all warchiefs thought history,

    Me no speaky orcish , no understandsy why chiefy so upsety. Me just humble ( and did I mention VERY easily bruised) Orc in yu mighty war machine thingy.
    Kindy regardsy , CJ your super loyaly minion.

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