The Hunt

[Chingaso]

(( Pre-story note: I know there will be "errors" in the lore here; this is due to the nature of rumors and second-hand information. The old orc only passes what he has heard and how it inflames his memories to the younger orc. ))

The hunter moves quitely through the marsh. His enormous snake slithers quietly beside him. He pauses, raises his face and tastes the air with his nostrils. Prey is about. He resumes his hunt.

Chingaso had not seen nor heard from his uncle Gor-Tor in some time. Then came the message.

"Nephew, I must speak with you on a matter of great urgency. Meet me at the Gallow's End in Brill this evening as the sun sets over Tirisfal. Your uncle, Gor-Tor Bloodfoot."

Needless to say, Chingaso's interest was piqued. Did this have something to do with his impetuous cousin Gor'vena? What could be so urgent. He made his way to the tavern at the appointed time.

Upon entering Gallow's end, Chingaso had no trouble finding his uncle, who was the only orc among the forsaken who normally frequented the haunt.

"Uncle. Chingaso come as request. What so urgent?"

"Ah, Gor-Tek, it is good to see you again. I continue to hear of your exploits upon the battlefields, but of course that is not why I called you here, and we have little time for pleasantry. There is a grave threat to both factions on Azeroth, nestled quietly within the Alliance. If it would just destroy that corrupt cartel, all the better, but it will come for us as well. They call themselves Draenai, but I have discovered something. They are led by Velen, one of the original leaders of the Eredar. They are evil servants of Sargeras, the very race that led the orcs to corruption. They stole our secrets of shamanism and twisted them to their purposes. They must be destroyed utterly."

"Chingaso hate blues uncle, but what more do? Chingaso one orc."

"Hunt them nephew. Hunt them as you would the clefthoof and the Talbuk. But hunt them to extinction."

Chingaso nodded to his uncle, thinking of the task ahead...

A faint splashing closeby announces the presence of the prey the hunter seeks. He raises his rifle slowly as he looses his snake to attack. It is quick and surgical, and one he considers the ultimate enemy lies dead at his feet.

He would never cease hunting the Night Elf to avenge his family, but now he had been tasked to hunt the Eredar to avenge his people.

[Gorvena]

"Daughter, I must speak with you immediately on a matter of grave importance. Meet me in the Valley of Honor near the Horde Bank this day at the apex of the sun. Gor-Tor Bloodfoot."

Gor'vena rolled her eyes as she read her father's missive. "Omigawd! Grave importance. I am so sure." But she knew deep down that she would meet him.

The warrior arrived in Orgrimmar to the familiar sounds and smells. "This is totally more like it," she thought to herself. "Shattrath has no personality." She headed for the bank, where she saw her father anxiously waiting.

"Thank you for coming Gor'vena," Gor-tor began. "There is something you should be aware of. The new ranks of the Alliance, those that refer to themselves as Draenai, are the very demons who caused the downfall of the orcs in our homeland. You have had the opportunity to travel back to Garadar, but I have not. Tell me of the presence of the blue abominations."

"Well, daddy, they like have a settlement called Telar, and they like constantly are fighting the Blood Elves for control of Halaa. I don't like them. They're creepy."

"Creepy indeed daughter," Gor-tor said. "They are no less than Eredar, controlled by Sargeras, sent to destroy. They will be the downfall of the hated Alliance, but they can also be the end of us. They must be destroyed utterly. I have tasked your cousin Gor-tek with hunting them to extinction. I would ask of you and your friends no less than to give him your full support and aid."

"You mean Chingaso? Sha! He's such an idiot!"

"Daughter! Never speak such of family. Although your cousin has a unique way of expressing himself, he is Bloodfoot, and he is as sharp as any of us. Will you aid him?"

"Ok, daddy. Sorry. Chingy has just made me really mad before. But I'll do what I can. Totally."

"That is all that I ask, dearest. Thank you."

As the aging Shaman walked away slowly, Gor'vena wondered what she had gotten herself into.

[Gorvena]

Gor'vena walked resolutely into the World's End Tavern and up to the table where she knew she would find Chingaso. The hunter looked up at her.

"Cousin speak with father, know of charge give Chingaso?" he saked.

"Yes," she replied, sitting in a chair at his table, "and I totally know that you intend to like go through with it and everything."

"So why Gor'vena wish speak Chingaso?" the hunter asked.

"Because," she said, "I am worried about you. I totally want you to be very careful. I know that daddy's right, that these Eredar are a completely legitimate threat. I've thought so ever since I had to face their Prince in Karazhan. But they're like totally dangerous, and you're family, both to me and daddy and to Orugasa. Have you told her yet?"

Chingaso looked fixedly into his mug of ale. "No, Orugasa not know. Probably not understand if tell. But cousin right. Chingaso also see Eredar in Mage Tower. Much formidable. Also see Socrethar in Netherstorm. Eredar too dangerous. Even ones claim no serve Sargeras. Still Eredar and must die."

Gor'vena took her cousin's hand and forced him to look her in the eye. "You totally can't do this alone. You know that, right? You can totally get other Grim involved. Like Cristok, or Tecun. They totally hate Alliance too, and you don't even have to tell them why. Just totally promise me that you'll be really super careful. Since that day in Orgrimmar when my sisters and me found you, I knew you had to be part of my life, one of my family, regardless of what daddy and your father had against each other. Don't go away. Don't disappoint me."

Holding her gaze, Chingaso quietly said, "Zugzug."

[Gorvena]

(( The "parameters" having been established, anyone can feel free to interact with this story. I find that when I am the only one writing it gets stale and I lose interest and never come to any sort of conclusion. ))

[Gorvena]

Gor'vena was with the Grim. Where she belonged. They were at the World's End Tavern, gathering to assault the very throne of Kael'thas himself, when she noticed someone she hadn't seen in quite some time.

"Vilmah! Hi! Omigawd, I heard that you and some of your friends totally killed Zul'jin!"

"Totally," Vilmah replied with a grin.

"Awesome!" Gor'vena said. "That's one guy I'd really like to see laying at my feet."

Vilmah, it seemed, was there to interview a Blood Elf, a Paladin ("Blood Knight..." Gor'vena reminded herself), for Sanctuary. Moknim was also there, and in passing conversation, said something about the Draenai.

"You mean Eredar!" Gor'vena corrected him. "They're Eredar."

"Not all of them, 'Vena," Vilmah said.

"Yes they are," Gor'vena answered. "That's what daddy said. And he was there in the old world when all of the bad things started."

The Sanctuary members looked at her as though they did not know her. Grim from around the room nodded their approval...

[Yichimet]

(( I got nothing to add other than I'm digging this. Keep writing it! I'll try to get involved when I can. ))

[Gorvena]

Alterac Valley. Pure sport for a warrior like Gor'vena. She got tired of beating on monsters to keep their attention while her friends did all the real killing. She liked seeing blood. And lately, Alterac Valley had been supplying her with something new, different and satisfying.

Eredar blood.

A shaman in Dun Baldur, a warrior on the road in Stonehearth, even a paladin who had attacked the Frostwolf towers without sufficient backup from his allies. And the blood ran blue into the snow.

Some of her compatriots would look on with bemusement as she tore into the blue devils, others would give a cheer and join in. And all the time, the warcry of, "Die Eredar! For Nagrand and my father!"

[Chingaso]

Tanaris. Chingaso spoke to Don Pedro in the graveyard outside Gadjetzan. The hat was tempting...

Suddenly there were Eredar flanking him. A paladin and a shaman, both wearing the tabard of First Legion, sworn enemies of the Grim. And others. They brought night-elves and humans. As they always did, because all Horde knew that the alliance never fought on even ground. And so he was surrounded. And so he was utterly defeated, although he and Quetzlcoatl, his trusty Razzashi Adder that he had tamed in the very shadow of the Blood God, had almost sent the paladin to the spirit healer...

Things were cloudy and blurry, the sand melting to his touch as well as his look, when suddenly a light surrounded him and he heard his uncle's voice...

"Gor'tek, can you hear me?" Gor'tor said urgently over the prone figure of his nephew. True he was Bloodfoot and true Gor'tor's spell should resurrect him, but still the old shaman worried about the potency of his spells.

"Yes uncle," the hunter spat as he shook himself back to life, "Chingaso hear. Chingaso thank uncle for raise."

"Gor'tek," Gor'tor said, "You must take more care. Surely you understand that these Eredar have made alliances within the ranks of Proudmore's filth. They will use whatever means available to them to survive. You must not hunt alone."

"Yes uncle," Chingaso replied. "May also have word with Chingaso cousin. Chingaso hear that Gor'vena throw self with reckless against Eredar in Battlegrounds for Horde."

Gor'tor weighed and measured the words of his nephew and found himself wanting...

[Gorvena]

Gor'vena was running through Shattrath when she smelled something...something too familiar, from an entirely alien source. It was an Eredar, but it smelled like orc blood. And not just orc blood, Bloodfoot blood.

It was a paladin, and it stood there like it belonged. Gor'vena was revolted, even moreso when she noticed the First Legion tabard on it.

Inching closer, she sniffed carefully and exclaimed loudly, "Omigawd! You smell like my cousin Chingaso's blood!"

[Gorvena]

World's End. What an appropriate name for the dump, Gor'vena thought to herself. Yet it what the preferred hang-out for Grim, especially on raid nights. But she was very early. There were as yet no Grim in the tavern.

Gor'vena sat and thought about the current situation she and her cousin found themselves in. That Chingaso had been hurt was obvious, although she knew the hunter's resilience would have him back on the trail of more Eredar shortly.

She looked up from her reverie and noticed a blood elf in a Sanctuary tabard. She looked sort of familiar...

"Say, aren't you that hunter that was talking to Vilmah in here the other night?" Gor'vena asked the elf.

After a moment, the elf turned and looked at Gor'vena. "I'm sorry," she said. "Were you addressing me? I seem to be lost in thought today. Yes, I remember you. Gor'vena was it? I am Saphiara."

"Ya, that's right," said Gor'vena. "And I totally understand the lost in thought thing. I was so there just a minute ago myself."

"And what does one so young and carefree as yourself have to get lost in thought over dear?" asked the huntress. "Samuro perhaps?"

"Sha! As if!" said Gor'vena. "Naw, it's this whole thing with the Eredar. My friends are starting to think I'm like some sort of fanatic or some junk, wanting to kill them all of the time. But they are totally a serious threat!"

"My dear, I completely agree. Why would your friends object to you slaying demons?"

"Totally!" Gor'vena replied. "Especially the ones that have like infiltrated the Alliance. They're the biggest threat, pretending to be all noble and junk."

Saphiara paused. "The Draenai, you mean? Dear, they are no more Eredar than I am Naga."

"Are too!" Gor'vena retorted. "Daddy says so. And he was there when they like caused the downfall of my people. They were like advance scouts and stuff. And they totally tricked the orcs in teaching them shamanism. They basically stole the knowlege."

Spahiara considered the orc's words. Fanatacism indeed.

"Well, gotta jet," Gor'vena said. "Stuff to do and get before I go get hammered on by demons and such. Nice to see you!"

"Um, it was nice to see you too," Saphiara replied. "Do take care of yourself." She watched the departing warrior sadly, mouning what was surely her eventual demise.

[Gorvena]

The Arcatraz. Sunstrider's prison gone wrong.

Gor'vena led a group through the twists and turns because the Consortium had told her that a gnome needed rescuing...a gnome of all things! And yet, here she was, because reputation with the Consortium was not that easy to come by, and she wanted everyone to respect her.

After clearing one particularly nasty room of Eredar Deathbringers and Soul-Eaters, she turned to Orugasa, pointing at the corpses, and said, "See, they look just like those things in the alliance. Totally just like them!"

Orugasa looked at the dead Eredar and then back to Gor'vena and said, "Of course they do dear. Of course they do..."