Vradish

Yes, bal is a good warboss Now i wanne play the game with a strong,well defended guild and be the mightiest guild of the world of warcraft >:L >:L

If anyone plays the beta,please tell me how it was and everything about PvP and stuff >:L

Thanks Bal!

OOOh man,imagin that our guild is so powerful and rich and has a graet mansion. Everybody afraid of us >:L >:L (You never know )

Crap,i'm olmost the only one of this guild who can't play the beta

Today is the big day for you guys I'm in europe so i cant play

They won't

That would be nice but it would be to easy i guess >:L

Clomplusk >:L OOC:Clomp means kill(just for sure)

But i mean when the members are lvl up the hole time and have a nice lvl,they can by a lumberaxe and get wood. First we gotta buy ground ofcourse... World Of War they are just considering the ideas,its not officialy yet.

Hi,i read about guild houses and stuff on www.worldofwar.net . When the game comes out,should we get wood and other building materials for the guild house? Because it would be cool if our clan is growing faster then the rest >:L >:L

And its a stupid cheat for winning the geme in W3

Its not uglutz who makes them but Wolf. By the way,i'd like one to >8]

http://www.thehonorempire.org/wow/join.shtml

Do you guys wanne see the rest of the storie? Because i don't have much time lately and i don't know its worth all the time.

Happy birth day Akroma and Kaatya

Skahhh!!!! Welcum yn da clan!

A year passed, and the alliance did not move against Habrush'skingdom. However, on the appointed day, a year to the very hour, Karum the Desert Stranger returned to the Kingdom of Orgrimmar. The circumstances were the same as the year before, Karum came alone and unheralded. However, amongst all of the gleeful greetings and joyful processions, there was one who gave no greeting, but only grim and scrutinizing stares. Yet Varum obeyed the wishes of his father, and laid no hand upon visiting stranger. After much prodding from his father he even surrendered a small nod to the visitor, who smiled in a friendly fashion towards the Prince. But the stranger could not keep the wild, burning look from his eyes, and Varum alone among the Azeroth took notice of this. Still, he held his peace. Karum the Stranger was given a welcome like no other outsider had ever been given within the walls of Orgrimmar. A feast larger and more bountiful than the first was given in the Desert Stranger's honor. After the feast, all awaited Karum's next riddle with eyes wide and eager. Varum and Karum remained the only quiet and stoic men in the banquet room. Yet, at the nod of Habrush, Karum stood again as he had a year ago, and in the same eloquent voice recited his second riddle in orkish: Deathless it dies... Lifeless it lives... Angry it roars... Enfolding prey in its trap, it kills... "Skahhh!" cried King Habrush, harshly but happily. "Lat wyl lose latz reputatyon wiz such simple wurds! Da anser am da ocean. Wavez ris from da calm and die, und provyd an testament tu da lif ub da Sea. Wen Lari rages, da seas roor wit him, und syghts und sounds am terrible tu behold. Wen claiming her prei, da sea enfolds und choks da lif from temz. All of the royal court gave their warm satisfaction at the King's cleverness. Karum smiled and bowed as he did before. "Me wil tel meeb mastur ub latz discontent at da riddle. Latz wisdom am far-reaching, but nut proven yet. Me shal return again an yeer frum today wit an new riddle, once again." Before anyone could stop him, the stranger had left the room and quietly exited the city. Thus was the King commended for his knowledge, yet blamed for not keeping the wonderful stranger longer. Varum sat silent and perturbed. He expected wizardry and malice, but found only amiability and dignity. Still he was distrustful, and a nagging doubt about the man they called the Desert Stranger was ever upon his heart. ******

The stranger slipped out of the camp that night, as quietly and unheralded as he had entered the week before. His absence was quickly noticed by the King's court, and soon the news spread throughout the camp. Countless stories and tales went throughout the streets, some saying the riddle remained unsolved; others saying that the King had seen a Vision from the nightkeeper, and received the answer to the riddle from the gods. The rumors grew so ludicrous that Habrush was forced to speak to the common-folk, dispelling the hearsay and telling them the truth of his sudden revelation. Still, it did little to diminish himself in the eyes of people. Soon, Habrush found himself honored with such titles as being "the sagacious King" and "our wise, discerning liege." It would be many weeks before the tales of the mysterious Riddler would cease to be told in the city taverns and the royal court. It was the second week after the Stranger left that Varum returned to the city. He, along with a company of sturdy orcs, had been out in the wild spying out the movement of the legion. Their patrol had been successful; three companies of orc warriors had been ambushed and decimated. Among the nobility and common folk, Varum was respected and feared, yet he was not well loved. His stern, quiet countenance bestowed him nothing but a hard reputation. None doubted his ability or wisdom, though, and his skill in tracking and surviving in the wild won him wide renown. Men likened him to the Rangers of the north, constantly wandering and studying the land. Rarely did he stay at home in Orgrimmar, except the time long ago when his mother fell ill with the dreaded desert sickness. He stayed by her side until her soul departed to the Halls of the skullcrusher clan. Indeed, often the Prince could be seen gazing far into the Far West, as if he could see where Valinor once rested before it withdrew from the rest of Kaladorm. But of Tauren and Valinor he never spoke, nor did he once venture over the sea. If any tauren was practical in Orgrimmar it was he, and such fables had no place in his heart. Such a trait he inherited from his father. Thus, when he returned to the halls his childhood had known as home, Varum was surprised to find his father babbling naively about a mysterious riddle. He pieced together parts of the story from the chatter of his father, but still was unmoved. "Fater, wi du lat cuncern latzelf wit such skahh?" asked Varum sternly, gazing at his father with disapproval. "Skahhh?" gasped his father. "Sun, me ansered da riddle!" "Riddles am fur jesters," replied his son, a bit harshly. "Mor impurtant maters am afoot. Meeb men und Me engaged gahk cumpanies ub alliance. Der carcasses buke now in da desurt sun. Yet Me feer...." "Nub consuquunce! Nub consuquunce!" cried the King. ".....tat tose cumpanies wer scoutyng out fur an larger furce. Da alliance muves agaynst us, fatar." "Skahh! Little wori, sun," Habrush beamed joyfully at his son, "Me ansered da ryddle!" Varum scowled, and grabbed his father's arms firmly. The Prince's fierce eyes bore deeply into his father's gleeful face. After a moment, Varum sighed, letting his father go. "Wat witshcraft did tat sorcerer plac lat under? Latz mynd am tuched wyt a devylysh enchantment." "Skahhh!" cried Habrush angrily. "Lat speek wrongli ub Karum!Karum have show us tu free uur harts tu such sumple amusements agayn!" "Karum am da cur's nayme, ten?" muttered Varum. "It wyl am his death yf tys sorcerer returns tu ur cump." "Nub!" shouted the King madly. "Me forebid yt! Me ansered da riddle! Hem shal com agayn, after a yeer has pased!" "Lat am da Orgrimmar King!" cried Varum.War approches, und lat am so concern latself wit a riddle?" "Lat blah rightly, son," ansered Habrush, his voice low and dangerous.Lat shal obey meeb word. Wen Karum da Magnyfycent returns, him shal am receeved wit honor!" "Tys foli shal ruyn us!" muttered Varum, and he left his father's presence. The Prince was not seen in the city for many a week after. *********

Happy birthday bal! (sorry i'm late >:L )

Can i email you to with a discription? >:L because i like them

Wolf?

euhm,im sorry but i dont understand it? Can you explain it please?

Skahh!,wulcom tu da skullcrushar clan yung Uruk.

It was the night before the last day. The stranger was already preparing to leave. Habrush had the night to supply an answer. He had not eaten or slept in two days. His noble face was drawn and pale as he lay in his royal chambers, a cold sweat chilling his aching body. His mind was in a rage, desperately seeking the answer to a riddle. No, not a riddle, the Riddle. Brings death, brings life; The keeper of peace, the spearhead of strife. A part of a line, crooked or straight; His duty is love, His duty is hate. The words echoed continuously throughout his mind. Over and over again, enough to make even the strongest-minded men go mad. A King should not have to suffer so, thought Habrush, miserably. King! Habrush leaped from his bed, a joyful cry escaping from his parched lips at his sudden revelation. He ran from his chambers towards the guestroom. Karum was standing near a window, staring wistfully towards the South. He turned away, however, when he heard the King enter behind him. Without even greeting his guest, Habrush eagerly answered the Riddle, "A Kung bryngs deth tu latz enumies; a Kung bryngs lif tu latz peple. A Kung keps peece witin latz Kungdom, und am da first tu led latz peeple in times ub strife. A Kung am a purt ub a royal lune, crooked ur straght tough it may am. Latz duty am tu lov und reward tose vo du guud, und hat und clomp tose vo du evil." Karum smiled and bowed. "Me shal return tu tis place un ash year." ********