Vidarok

Ah I see. Is there any way to make it so the forum will always show all the topics that have been posted? I like having the full list rather than a portion.

My major will probably be political science. I am not in college yet. I have been visiting some down in Texas for the past week. Specifically, I was checking out University of Dallas, Baylor University, and Texas Christian University. I've been accepted into all three (in addition to others) and I am trying to pick which one would be best. PS: The reason I ask whether the forums have been reset is because I can't locate my fanfiction. PPS: I've signed up for the beta also!

Allright. Sounds like fair reasoning to me.

If I may, I have some suggestions for name changes for the ranks on the roster. Of course, any final decision or change would be up to Grulg and Uglutz. War Chieftains: I would just call this rank "The Chieftains." It may seem like a ridiculously minor change to make, but I think a more generic title like "The Chieftains" would fit better. "War Chieftains" makes it sound like Grulg and Ugluk are the chieftains only during a war, and thus it undermines their supreme authority. Chieftain: I would change this rank's name to "Clan Elders." It denotes more experience and would fit into the hierarchy better. Lord: This rank sounds far too much like something a human would come up with. I would call this rank "Elite Guards." It more accurately describes what their job entails and points to the enormous skills required to be a member of the rank. Captains: Fine. Grunts: Fine. Guard: Change this to "Foreign Allies." It better conveys how Taurens and Trolls are seperate from Orcish culture. Gruntees: I just don't like this name. It just doesn't sound very Orcish, and it just seems like it is weak and awkward. I would change it to "Peons." It may not have a better meaning, but at least it sounds better. Peons: I would change this rank's name to "Snaga." It is a derogatory Orcish word that would show how fresh recruits are the lowest people on the Clan's hierarchy. Of course, the change would be purely for roleplay purposes and would not mean that recruits should be shown any less respect. No offense to any recruits! >:] Afterall, I'm only a gruntee myself. Anyway, those are my suggestions. Take them or leave them, it is really a minor issue. Nonetheless, I've been gone for a while and I do need to pad my post number! >;] PS: If anyone knows Orcish language equivalents for any of these, those would be great also!

OOC: We are at #10 now! >:L

OOC: From what I gather, speaking Orcish is a way to show other guilds just how seriously we take ourselves. As a private thing, I don't think it is absolutely neccessary. Essentially, what Grulg (Balandar) said is the correct way to handle the situation.

OOC: Since my character is a Raider by profession, the wolf is going to be especially important for me to get. It is unfortunate that you can't fight from on top of your mount though. >:/ Nonetheless, I will get it as soon as it becomes availible to me. As for the guild hall, if we could amass enough resources quickly enough, it would be a potent symbol of our power!

Me have ben gon for long tyme. Me am veri sorrie. Bot, me wud lyke to reaffyrm my allieghance to da Skullcrusher Clan! Me will not be leeving or anyting nubhosh lyke dat. Skah! Me am redy to klomp sum oomies! Me cannot wayt ta let dem pushdug feel my axe! OOC: Sorry, I have been on vacation surveying colleges for the past week. Additionally, I've been inundated with work. I wish I could check in more often! Mainly, don't worry! I haven't left or anything like that, and I sure as hell don't plan to. PS: It looks like the Clan has grown alot since I last checked in! We are gonna to be totally ready to rock when WOW goes live! PPS: Were the forums reset?

OOC: It was odd. Fortunately, I posted on the Mad Onion forums and got the answer I needed! All I needed to do was deinstall the video drivers, install the updated chipset drivers for my motherboard, and then reinstall the video drivers. That fixed the problem.

OOC: I am just taking a stab in the dark here, but I recently purchased an Nvidia GeForce FX5700 128MB video card. Now, it has been working fine, but I just got a message that popped up while I was booting up Homeworld 2. It said that I was running the FX5700 in PCI Mode, despite the fact that it was an AGP card. I'm not entirely sure how to deal with the situation, and I was wondering if wiser minds than I could provide me with the benefit of their insight. Essentially, I would like to know how to enable AGP mode. System Information Processor: 2.4 GHZ Memory: Two 256MB Sticks of Corsair DDR3200 RAM Motherboard: VIA Technologies P4X4 ALH

OOC: Every new piece of news just makes the game seem better and better!

Ug Giratz! It am gud tu see such anthusiazm un a yung Uruk. May lat du gud Vudu! Welkum tu da Clan Skullcrusher! HOOOWAAAH!!! >;] PS (OOC): Just a word of advice...you may wanna take "Vuduka" out of your name. It seems a little akward.

Intermission: Lengthening Days The days grew short, and soon winter was upon the Alterac mountains. Two weeks had passed since Pruk's news at the fireside, and neither hide nor hair had been heard from the world without since. Life had progressed normally, save only that the days had grown colder and the nights even more so than they had already been. Few now marked the words of Pruk, and no new rumors had reached the camp since that night at the fire pit. The Orcs that had been heartened by the tales of glory and renewal now sat silently, brooding on futures that seemed like to never come. Vidarok, for his part, did not forget Pruk’s tale, but he could feel the bitter taint of cynicism growing in his mind as time passed. Yet, still, when all was quiet and naught but the cries of the crickets could be heard in the hills, he would often dream of proud warriors and great battles. It was foolishness he told himself, yet he was compelled to hearken to visions of riders that never came! Yet, when at the last it seemed he had clung only to a fool's hope, his vigilance and prayer was repaid in full.

OOC: That's "under 18" clause is unfortunate. Ah well, if any of you guys get in you can give us the lowdown.

OOC: At last! I cannot freakin' wait!

Skah! >:/

Skah! Dabu, me am surry! Me am furgettin da bubhosh Vuduboss, Uglutz! Apologeez Vuduboss! >:/ Me get right tu lat bagronk. OOC: I hate to ask, but what exactly would your "bagronk" be?

OOC: Being the "cool" () high school senior that I am, I was pretty skeptical initially. Ultimately though, I came to my senses and realized that it was actually alot of fun. Epcot should be visited simply because it contains more 4 and 5 star restaurants than should be legally allowed in a place of its size. The rest of the park was alot of fun too, and most of the rides (old and new) were pretty awesome. Overall, I highly recommend it!

Da bubhosh Grulg da Warboss hur! Remamba dat! >;] Anyhuw, lat agh latz clan ub Tauren am welcum in da Skullcrusher Clan! Me lub da hairy bull peeple!

OOC: Hey all. I recently took a trip to Disney World with my family, and that took me away from the computer for about a week. By the time I returned, it was Christmas Eve. Needless to say, the days that followed kept me pretty busy. This wasn't helped by the fact that I was also totally sucked into Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (one of the best RPG's I've ever played). Fortunately, things have finally settled, and I will be lurking around the forums again. Good to be back! PS: I'm really honored by the promotion! Thanks guys! PPS: I'm working on the next update to my story.

Chapter III: Rumors As the hour grew late, rumors flew with the strength of eagles and the stealth of bats. The town was abuzz with activity, and Vidarok sat by a fire pit, listening carefully to the talk of his brethren. A small, stout Orc named Pruk sat at the head of the circle, and was telling tales over his gruel. Pruk had attracted an audience, and many were indeed compelled by his story. "From what I've heard, Durnholde was taken just a fortnight ago!" Pruk said, his eyes darting about to ensure the attention of his audience. A large Orc interrupted. From the look of him, Vidarok suspected that he may have served in the Great War. "And Blackmoore? What about him?" the Orc asked warily. Pruk's eyes danced about gleefully, and he deliberately paused before giving his reply. Even old Bodush, an ancient warlock who served as the de facto town elder, leaned in closer to hear. "He's dead. Blackmoore's own pet, an Orc named Thrall, put an end to him when the fortress was taken by the Doomhammer." Pruk replied, with supreme authority. Simultaneously, gasps went up all around the fire pit and more Orcs wandered over to see what the commotion was about. The listeners murmured excitably amongst themselves at the mention of the Doomhammer. A young Orc raised his hand. "Who's the Doomhammer?" he asked enthusiastically. Several of the older Orcs at the table, including the one that had inquired about Blackmoore, glanced irritatingly at the younger Orc. Suddenly, old Bodush stirred from his seat and gestured for the other Orcs to calm down and remain seated. They obliged grumpily. "Who's the Doomhammer?" the old Orc asked rhetorically. "He was...well, is the rightful Warchief of the Horde. If the rumors that Pruk speaks prove true that is." Pruk frowned indignantly at the suggestion that his "information" might not be totally factual, but kept his peace. Bodush continued. "The deeds of Orgrim Doomhammer are great and many. Indeed, too many to recount here. Suffice to say young one, he is the hope of our race." he said, placing careful emphasis on each word. "If he is still alive." he added cautiously. The wizened Orc sat down, and many in the crowd nodded their heads emphatically in agreement with his words. Seeing his opportunity, Pruk seized the chance to draw attention back to himself. "Aye! And, according to my contacts, the Doomhammer marches still! All of Alterac is ablaze with war!" Pruk said loudly. Many glanced at him skeptically when presented with this new kernel of knowledge, but still more found themselves entranced. One Orc, a heavily scarred female named Hagar, laughed openly. "Come now Pruk! You expect us to believe that? Forgive me, but I just can't see the Doomhammer letting you into his private confidence." she said sardonically. Hagar's remarks drew laughter from the crowd, but Pruk continued on stubbornly. "Laugh all you like. But let me ask you this: who among you has not seen the anxiousness in the bearing of our captors? They fear us! Something's up, mark my words!" he warned. Budosh stood up again and commanded the attention of the crowd. "If something is up, I'm sure we will find out for ourselves soon enough. For now, we ought retire. Curfew draws near." Even as Budosh finished speaking, the sound of the curfew bells echoed on the chill night air, signalling lights-out. Even as they still rang, the Orcs finished their meal, and dispersed to their homes. Vidarok did not sleep much that night. His thoughts were troubled, and mere sleep could not extinguish the restlessness of his heart.

Chapter II: Small Comfort As the sun set, the atomosphere of the internment camp seemed to change in accordance with the skies of Azeroth. The Orcs laid down their axes, picks, and shovels. After a long, hot day of backbreaking labor, a collective sense of peace finally settled across the quarry. Watched carefully by their Human overseers, the Orcs trodded back to their makeshift shelters to take a brief - but welcome - rest. Vidarok was among them, pleased to be free of his wretched duties. The great crowd of Orcs shuffled obediently towards the shanty town the Humans had permitted them to construct. It consisted of little more than crude shacks, punctuated by the occasional farm. Yet, it was the only home many of them had ever known. "Move it along now! 'Urry up, we don't have all day. You! Pick it up, come on now!" bellowed a guard. Vidarok gazed upwards at the human that had shouted, and was relieved to find that he had not been shouting at him. The man continued to bellow from his tower, one of four that adorned the gate to the Orkish quarter. The town was cordoned off from the rest of the internment camp by a log wall, with more guard towers intermittently spaced along it. As he passed under the stone arch, he percieved flickering fires and torches inside. The Humans placed them around during the day so that the Orcs would have some shelter from the cold and darkness of the night. It was a small comfort, but hardly enough. Often, sometimes even on a night-to-night basis, at least one Orc would be brought nigh to death by the harsh elements of the Alterac mountains. "Home sweet home." grumbled Vidarok as he entered.

Chapter I: Enslavement Strike… The ground beneath the shovel gave way as the cold iron rent yet another hole in the rocky quarry. Grind… Thick beads of sweat rolled down Vidarok's brow as he struggled to pull the shovel from the earth. Pain coursed through his weary body, his muscles howling in protest as he strove with the heavy dirt and gravel. Heave… His muscles erupted with a collective spasm and, with a grunt, he wrested the shovel from the land's grip. Mud sprayed as he threw the load over his head into the pile behind him. How many times had the cycle repeated itself? He had lost count. In any case, it didn't matter. He would do again, just as he always had. Yet, for now, he was exhausted. Plunging the spade into the earth, he gasped for air and struggled to hold himself upright. "Surely nobody will notice." he reasoned. Unfortunately, he was not so lucky. Then again, he rarely was. "Oi! You 'ere! Yes, you brute. No time to lollygag hereabouts! Steel yer filthy self and keep diggin'! This shift idn't over yet!" shouted a nearby overseer, brandishing his whip menacingly. Vidarok took a deep breath, straightened up, and raised the shovel above his head. Strike... Grind... Heave!

Dat am veri bubhosh storee Vuduboss! Dem oomies 'ad lat krimp'd agh lat tyrn pushdug oomies in ta ghaash! Me nub wayk lat wen lat sleeping!

Me apulugeze bubhosh Warboss! Pleze dunt clomp me! OOC: Kidding aside, am I right on the meanings?