Post by Skreeran
The brown skinned orc stepped off the ship, many of his people following behind him. The red land was strange, and it was far more similar to the peninsula of Hellfire than the rolling grasslands of Nagrand.
“This is Durotar?” he asked, somewhat confused. “Why must our people live in such a harsh land?”
“It is good land,” the nearby commander nodded happily. “Harsh, yes, but strong. Like our people.”
“Hmm...” Garrosh nodded. “I understand.”
He waited for his companion to disembark. Another orc, of bistre skin tone and bare-chested, shortly descended the gangplank.
“Durotar?” he asked, looking around. “The land of our people.”
Garrosh nodded. “They say it is a strong land,” he smiled. “A fitting land for our people.”
“Indeed,” Dranosh nodded. “It is not Nagrand...” he paused, looking up at the red sky, “but no other land is. Our people will thrive in whatever land they dwell. Durotar is a good land.”
“Indeed,” Garrosh nodded. “Come. Let us make way to the city of Orgrimmar. I would like to see the remains of this... Mannoroth that my father slew. Thrall says that they have mounted his skull and armor near the entrance to the Great Hall...” he nodded, smiling.
“I would enjoy seeing it as well,” Dranosh agreed. “Never again shall the Horde be enslaved. Your father died with honor, perhaps the greatest honor an orc will ever know.”
“Indeed,” Garrosh nodded happily. “An orc like no other. It is an honor to be his son.”
“That it is,” Dranosh nodded. “I look forward to meeting my father, as well. They say he is the Warchief's right hand. I cannot wait to see him for myself, to speak with he who's blood runs in my veins.”
“I was told he led the charge against some sort of god on this world," Garrosh added. “If this is true, then he must truly be an amazing warrior.”
“Indeed,” Dranosh nodded. “It will be good to see warriors amongst the orcs again. I do not wish to be helpless any longer.”
“Me neither,” Garrosh nodded, his face drawn into a serious expression. “For a long time I was weakened by the pox and useless to defend Garadar. And then I was too depressed to be of any use. I blame myself for that. But no more. From now on, I will fight to keep my people safe. No member of the Horde will go hungry as long as I still draw breath.”
“Well said,” Dranosh nodded.
They continued walking, many Mag'har behind them along with several of Thrall's escorts, walking north towards Razor Hill.
“What is that?” Garrosh asked, gesturing to a stone tower rising in the east, near the coast. “That doesn't not look like Orcish construction.”
“I am not sure,” Dranosh nodded. “Commander Agmar?”
“Hmm... That is Tiragarde Keep,” the orcish commander nodded. “Built by the humans. Only a few years ago they tried to wipe Orgrimmar off the map.”
“Have they been disposed of?” Garrosh asked, surprised. He had heard of the humans, and even seen several fighting for the Alliance in Halaa, but he hadn't expected them to be actively attacking his people on their own soil.
“Mostly,” Agmar grunted. “Lieutenant Benedict was commanding this one, but ships keep coming from ancestors know where...” he paused, listening for a moment. “There's one now, it seems.”
Garrosh peered out onto the water where he could just make out two ships engaging in cannon fire, one bearing a great resemblance to Horde design, but the other seeming far more foreign.
“The... humans, they attack us on our own lands? Why?” Garrosh asked. “I thought the warchief had established a truce of some sort?”
“Bah...” Agmar grunted. “These humans care nothing for truce or ceasefire. Their... Adrimal, or Amdiral, or Admiral... Whatever they called him... He tried to lure our Warchief into a trap through dishonesty and deceit. He was a coward. These humans care nothing for honor.”
Dranosh scowled. “Perhaps we should not judge the entire race by the actions of a single group,” he pondered aloud. “After all, if we were to judge the entire orcish race by the likes of Gul'dan...” he paused, looking to Garrosh.
“Perhaps you are right,” Garrosh nodded, tapping his chin. “Still... We have a right to defend ourselves. I hope the humans learn soon that it is unwise to cross the Horde.”
“Indeed,” Dranosh nodded. “Let us continue on. Orgimmar is close, is it not, Commander?”
“Just beyond this canyon,” Agmar nodded, still scowling.