The Sen'Jin Guard- A New beginning (1)

Titania finally arrived at Sen'Jin Village, and a great smile spread across her green face. She ran to the shoreline, and admired the work she had helped with- Echo Isles.
The building had been complete. She took a boat across to the first bridge, that lead directly into the training camp. Trolls were hitting Tiki-Targets with force, and there was even a prison built. Echo Isles was now under attack from a new force of enemies, but the Sen'Jin Guard and the Sen'Jin Watchers had that covered. Titania smiled, and headed for Darkspear Hold- Vol'Jin had called a meeting for the Sen'Jin Guard. Titania arrived at the peaceful area of Echo Isles, and stepped into the hold, and was warmly welcomed by Vol'Jin.
"Ah, T'ahtania! Come in, ah have somet'ing tah show ya!" Titania saluted her leader, and then turned to salute to her high ranked Guard- Ghorzach, and Segoth. They saluted back, and then turned, as Vol'Jin casted something. It was an image, of the new warchief, Garrosh, and Vol'Jin himself.
The two stood in Grommash Hold, arguing to each other. Vol'Jin was clearly the coolest, and Garrosh was getting mad, and was clearly thinking of ending the troll leader. But Vol'Jin had the last say- "One day when ya be bleedin', you know just who's arrow it is sticking in ya back..."
Vol'Jin had left Orgrimmar, and was pretty much banished. But Vol'Jin clearly didn't want Thrall's hard work in building this Horde to what it was wasted.
"So ya be seein'?" Titania nodded.
"I do, Vol'Jin, and I tell you this, I would rather serve you than him- but because of the Frostwolves, I-" Vol'Jin nodded.
"Ah be understandin', ya can't abandon dem for me." Titania nodded.
"So what now then?"
"Well, it is clear dat da Sen'Jin Village aint gonna be attacked now. We need ya t' help us 'ear, and fight off da enemies. Upstairs, just to ya left, ya can use dat as ya knew headquarters if ya be wantin'" Vol'Jin explained.
"Thankyou, Vol'Jin, we shall go and discuss things now."
"Oh, and one more t'ing, take ma good friend Xen here up wid ya. He can join ya ranks, he be good."
Titania glanced at the tall troll, who wore pretty much the same as Vol'Jin.
"How's it goin'?" Titania smiled at him- he seemed cool. They all walked up the stairs.
Titania smiled. It was just like Sen'Jin's Headquarters.
"Now then..." The small group planned ahead, to what they would become in the future.
Eventually it was decided, that they wouldn't just be defending Echo Isles, in the name of Sen'Jin and his son, but they had other things in mind... Ghorzach especially smiled, as did Xen'Jol, the new troll.
Darker things...

The Wyvern's Tail, Orgrimmar.

There isn't much activity in this new inn. Except from the innkeeper and the bartender, there's usually only two orcs. One old Dragonmaw, and a true durotar orc. They sometimes talk, sometimes they don't. None of them got anything special to talk about.

A new warchief is in place now. Ghorzach likes this. Instead of that old "good'fer nothin' shaman", who used to be in charge, Garrosh have taken over.

"Finally some balls in charge!", the green skin shouts out in the Wyvern's Tail. But to no reactions, other than a few sighs.
The inhabitants of Orgrimmar have mixed feelings about this.

Ghorzach knows that Titania and Vol'jin doesn't like Garrosh. It puts him into a difficult situation, and a rather expensive one. His debt to Gravy, the bartender, is an obvious proof of that. To repay it, and to still have something to clear his mind with, he have to work part time as a guard in the Wyvern's Tail.
A job, that suits this war torn, veteran Grunt just fine. Most of his life, he's been serving as a guard for something, and this job isn't much of a difference.

There are some Marauders coming by his favorite inn now and then. Ghorzach doesn't like them much. They annoy him, they talk too much. But a job is a job, and he needs money to kill his thirst at the inn.

Titania Winterfang walks downstairs, and looks at Vol'Jin, saluting.
"You called me, master Vol'Jin?"
"Ya mon, a have a task for ya... Usually 'ad do it ma self T'ahtania, but a must keep da Darkspear safe- we don't want to be on da run for any longer. I have someone who needs ending."
"I see. You want me to kill someone? That's fine..." Titania grins. "I can always take Ghorzach with me, I know he likes doing it." Vol'Jin nods.
"Ah hope ya don' take dis to badly mon- because... it ain't Alliance... tis an orc, that stands in Razor Hill, sproutin' stuff- rumours, about us Darkspears. 'E says dat we will ruin da Horde, and 'e is gettin' quite a few listeners."
Titania slowly nods, wide eyed.
"I didn't think it would ever come to this, but for the Darkspear and the Horde's sake, I do what I must. I shall leave as soon as you have given me the details..." Vol'Jin nods, Ghorzach arrives... and they set off.

The day was holding on its sun light, as evening and night carefully approached to watch over Azeroth.

Two orcs were walking silently around in Razor Hill, not saying a word to each other, both knowing exactly what to do. Well atleast one of them did, the other one were drunk as usual.

"Oyh! Troll haters! Ovvah here!", the drunk one shouted out.
Some cackling orcs quickly arrived the scene, to check out who was making such a noise this early evening.

As the tough and bold orcs stood there, behind the barracks in Razor Hill, all they did was feel the smell of recently consumed Firewater.
"Hah! You dared come here... DIE!!!"
Like lightning from above, just with a awfull booze stench, the drunk Veteran Grunt threw himself from the rocky pillars, slaying two of the suprised orcs in one swing. One by one they died by the warblade of the drunk orc.
The last of the victims were sitting down into the barracks wall, begging to be granted mercy, as it was barely wounded by a poor swing of the warblade.
Being totaly ignored, the wounded orc got severed from its crotch and upwards, slowly by the laughing drunk orc.

Titania were rolling her eyes, as she looked upon the blood soaked, grinning drunkard.
"Did you really have to kill them all, Ghorzach? And with such brutal acts as you did to the poor fellow begging for his life?"
Ghorzach shrugged, burped and wiped of some blood that had lured its way into his eyes.
"Weeell.. They started it! ..hic! Mam!"

Titania sighed at Ghorzach, and looked over to the leader of the Anti-Darkspear. The intended target died quickly with a knife in his neck. She looked back at Ghorzach, smiled, and they headed back for Echo Isles...swiftly, silently, unseen... Or so they thought.

"WHAT?!" Garrosh bellowed, as a Razor Hill Grunt cringed, after telling the Warchief about the slaughtering in Razor Hill. "And you let them get away! Your job is to protect! I ought to kill you on the spot! You are an embarrassment to the Horde!" The Grunt was fearful, but nodded.
"Yes, Warchief."
"Guards! I want some proper guards to go and investigate this slaughter, now!"

The orc looked at the scene, and gasped. There were about 9 dead orcs, laid bloody across the sandy floor, brutally murdered, except the one furthest away, who was obviously dealt with quickly- just a knife hilt sticking from his bloodstained neck.
"Hmm... Where is this witness?"
"R...right here, sir." A civillian tauren was brought forward.
"What did you see?" The orc was annoyed, and straight forward.
"A g...grunt running away from the seen..."
"A WHAT?"
"A grunt sir, he was wearing the armour of a grunt. That's all I saw..."
Suddenly, A Darkspear troll arrived, in expensive leather armour. He was clearly one of Vol'Jin's right hand men.
The troll had a grin on his face, as he stepped with clear authority into the scene of crime.
"Now den, what do we 'ave 'ere den!"
"Go away, filth, I have this under control!" The troll laughed.
"From what ah here, it was Garrosh's work! You 'eard! A grunt did it!"
"How dare you suggest-"
The troll laughed; "Wait til Vol'Jin 'ears about this!" The troll walked away, grinning.
Thorjin's task was done.
Thorjin was one of the Sen'Jin Guard, and Vol'Jin had sent him to make it look like Garrosh had done the slaughter.
"Dat son o' Hellscream shall learn..." were Vol'Jin's words.

Titania sat in the bar with Ghorzach, chatting happily, and drinking.


That wasn't so bad afterall... Afterall, it was for the Horde... She thought, and she had a sudden sense of comfort. This was where she belonged...

He is running, fast. Someone is following him. They are in large numbers, screaming wild, like demons. He is running into the night. It is dark, very dark, he can't see.
He can hear their voices nearby, their tounges licking his neck, jaws snapping.

Ghorzach moans, turns around and opens his eyes. Next to his hammock in the Wyvern's Tail, lies a drinking skin with some Firewater remaining. He drinks it up.
"I really, really gotta stop drinkin' this.. It ain't good for me.."
Ghorzach moans again, puts on his armor, grabs his warblade and walks downstairs to start his early shift outside the Wyvern's Tail.

At the tip of his blade he spots a bloodstained piece of flesh. He don't remember how it got there, but there is probably an answer to that.

"Oh, well. Looks like someone got killed yesterday!"

Titania stumbled into the new bar in Orgrimmar- the Valley of Honour, leaving her Frostwolf tied up with some water outside.
She looked around, and saw that it was quite empty.
"A bourbon please, Gravy. Seen Ghorzach around?"
The troll laughed, and said: "Of course mon! 'E be upstairs, waitin' for ya." Gravy handed Titania her drink, she gave him the money, and walked up the stairs.
"Ah, Ghorzach."
"Lok'Tar Boss." Titania smiled, as she joined him at the table.
"Still drinking that firewater?"
"Aye, can't get off it." Titania grunted, as she sat.
"Some more of the Guard are coming for a drink anytime now," Titania said, and just at that moment, two trolls and and undead walked in. The three walked straight upstairs to the table, and saluted to Titania.
"Take a seat you three, you were nearly late." The three nodded, and the Undead was the last to finally sit down, his finger snapping off again as he tried forcing his weight on the table.
"Darn this finger..." he cursed, the troll next to him laughing.
"'Ow d'ya cope wid dat in da battlefields?"
The Undead grunted, and then they all looked at Titania.
"Well, let's drink up, we have some training to do back at the Isles tonight." The 3 newcomers groaned, as they began drinking, but Ghorzach smiled.
The 5 of them didn't notice the orc entering the inn- neither did they know what trouble he would cause.
"Oi, get us a drink, you filthy darkspear," he shouted, as he joined a quiet orc in one of the downstairs seats. "Those wretched trolls, they should all be kicked out like their filthy master." The quiet orc picked up his drink and moved away. "Where's my drink! God, they can't even serve me a drink, how can they be expected to fight for the Horde if they can't- What you lookin' at?" The orc looked up to a glaring Titania, and her 4 companions by her side.
"You'd better hush yourself, orc, before we hurt you..."
The orc laughed. "You defending the trolls now? Pfft, call yourself Horde..." He shrieked as Titania grabbed the orc by the neck, and held a dagger close to his face.
"Vol'Jin left on his own accord, he wasn't banished... Garrosh is a youth, just like you... He cannot make decisions yet..."
The orc managed to hold in a laugh...and a few tears of fear, as Titania pulled the dagger to his neck.
"Let go of me you traitor! HELP! VOL'JIN HAS GOTTEN SOMEONE TO KILL-" The orc died instantly, the neck causing blood to go everywhere.
Titania had tears in her eyes.
She had killed again...

*Wonder if the next story will have Titania in a cell because she just murdered someone in the middle of a tavern in the middle of Orgrimmar*

((Under Garrosh such a crime is punishable by Execution you know))

(( Aye, ofc it is...killing an Orc and you're not even an Orc, you'd be hung instantly ))

(( I'm wondering how this will end. ))

(( Personally I applaud all killing of orcs, and trolls for that matter. Bravo Titania! More! ))

((Haha And yes, that's the whole point of this, I could be hanged. But she did it quite secretive, no one knows. Although, if you want you or your guild to find out about the Razor Hill murders, you could join in the investigation. But so far, Titania can't really be caught unless betrayal occurs. Hope you decide to join in ))

(( You were in the middle of Orgrimmar - it's a bloody busy place, even more so since the portals in Dalaran closed. Someone would have seen or heard, you need to take that into account really. ))

((Yeah I know what you're saying But that particular bar is empty. There was the innkeeper, the bartender and a bystander, but Titania bribed them all with gold. The could tell people, but i'm gonna say they aren't. But, you'll see what'll happen to the Guard. Just waiting for Ghorzach to post the next part. ))

When Segoth woke up he heard Voices down stairs he went down to see what was going on to find Titania and Ghozrzach talking about what had happend.. he did not fully understand what had happened and did not like their secrecy ..after they explained what happend his trust in titania was restored... but he felt like she was keeping something from him.. afther trying to think about it he quickly came to the realisation.. he was drooling.. again

Ghorzach stepped back into the Tavern, ordering the guards to clean up the mess.
He saw Fenrath chewing on some pieces of the dead, parted orc.
"Any good?", Ghorzach asked him.
"Yeah, take some!", Fenrath quickly replied, with his mouth full of meat.
Might taste good with some Firewater, Ghorzach thought, and took a mouthfull of the meat that were lying on the ground. It wasn't that bad, pretty tough to chew, and a quite bitter taste.

There will be trouble about this, there just will be, he said to himself as he walked upstairs to find a hammock to rest in.


The next evening, when Ghorzach returned to the tavern, he discovered it was full of elves.
"Hrmf, weekend already?", he asked Herezegor the Dragonmaw. Herezegor nodded.

While Herezegor and Ghorzach were talking, some blood elf, Thaelyn, came over and started asking Ghorzach about the bloodstains and damaged floor.
Ghorzach thought that since he did not see it, he did not know it. And told Thaelyn that he didn't know anything about it, and even if he did, he would atleast not tell a pinky.

But the elf would not let him go, and really started to get on Ghorzachs bad side. And as he raised his voice more and more against the elf, more and more gathered to watch the entertainment. But one stood out from the elven crowd. An orc named Mogosh, stood side by side with Ghorzach. He also shouted agressivly towards Thaelyn. The elf finaly gave up, and left them alone.

After standing and talking with Mogosh and Herezegor, Ghorzach wrote an important letter to Titania, concerning the events in the tavern this night.
"We must be more carefull, we must.. Now! BACK TO THA FIREWATER!!!"

((the guards he sent to clean it up were the Sen'Jin Guard, not Orgrimmar Guards, that would just be leading attention to us ))

Titania arrived back in Orgrimmar, after a tough night at Alterac. The Stormpike Soldiers were becoming tougher and tougher.
Every spy the Frostwolf Clan sent to investigate, never returned back. Something wasn't right.
Titania headed straight to the Wyvern's Tail, paranoid about what crime she had commited there. She stepped in, and the innkeeper spoke.
"There is a message for you here, Mrs Winterfang." Titania thanked her, and sat down at her usual table, and ripped open the letter.
"Titania.
Ghorzach here.
The inn was busy last night, full of them pinky elves.
One named Thaelyn kept questioning the carpet, with the slight bloodstains.
I kept it quiet, but he still suspected me. There were many watching our arguments.
This is bad.

Titania sighed, and put the paper into the smoking pot in front of her, and sipped quietly, watching the paper burn into ashes. Titania closed her eyes, and asked the fire to rise slightly, so that there was no trace of the paper left.
The fire did as asked, and went back to normal.
She rested her head on the wall behind her, and felt sick.
For the greater good of the Horde? She wondered.
Then Drek'Thar sprung into her mind.
He was her true leader, not Vol'Jin...
Should she continue down this dark path, that may be for the greater good of the Horde?
Or should she just forget it all? And return to Alterac with her brethrens?
Titania closed her eyes, and fell into a deep, restless sleep.