At the behest of Marakanis, members of the Wolves were invited to the Silvermoon Market and Festival to honour the fallen heroes of the Horde. Frustratingly, our core report comes from Morenia, whose vitriolic dislike of almost anything and everything known to Azeroth (besides snuff). The 'parade' took the visitors around an appreciable portion of Silvermoon to the Market District, where the dead were honoured with fireworks
and goods were traded among Horde members. One of our newer and more, ah, enthused Clan members made an excellent point in that Marches are, indeed, superior to parades, but I'll not get bogged down in this utterly correct opinion. For the record (as oddly scrawled upon the parchment as it may be), Morenia thoroughly dislikes parades, Marches and fireworks.
Thrakan Boartusk
It has been a quiet few months. While some of us have taken much-deserved leaves of absence. the day-to-day life of the Clan continues. In one of our more recent victories, those members of the Wolves who journey into Ulduar have met with increased success: Ignis the Furnace Master, Aurieya and the Assembly of Iron have all fallen before us, and we have encroached further into the Titan-constructed halls as we near our goal of defeating the fabled Old God imprisoned within. In particular, our assault upon the Assembly of Iron was to have been aided by the clever use of Iron Dwarf disguises. Sadly the moment was lost when Steelbreaker was asked about his bra size. He was not impressed, Milldrith.
Thrakan Boartusk
For the first time in years, the Wolves engaged upon a March of Remembrance, a sacred walk that highlights the historical importance of many locations in Azeroth and Draenor. On this occasion, we gathered at the Mag'har Post in Hellfire Peninsula before trekking through the strange wetlands of Zangarmarsh and onto the ancestral home of the Frostwolf Clan, Garadar in Nagrand. As well as helping to escort a kindly old orc by the name of Girmak, we also were given the opportunity do dispatch a Fel Reaver, one of the hulking fel-iron menaces that patrol the Peninsula of Draenor.
Meanwhile, Operation U.R.G. (Untitled Raid Group) has seen new victories; after battling our way through the horrors of Necropolis Naxxramas, we came face to face with the dreaded Arch-Lich Kel'thuzad, defeating him and dealing a powerful blow against the Scourge in the Dragonblight. Rumour has it, however, that his phylactory shard is nowhere to be found... we shall find out more in time..
Thrakan Boartusk
While some of our number busied themselves battling the Scourge in Northrend, Mersljin took it upon himself to travel to the Blood Elf capital of Silvermoon City to report on the Valentine's Ball, held there each year in recent times. The transcript reads as follows:
Mersljin got himself a new pet the other day - a wolf called Lyndael! He was of course convinced Lyndael was a pure wolf as she didnt said anything else and what do you expect from a troll? Well it turned out she was not a wolf at all : she is a 'WolfTroll' as Mersljin calls her. Ye can imagine he was surprized when he found out she is a sweet troll! Well she is still his pet...
Lyndael wanted to walk to the ball in her wolf form, and so she did. They met an elf with a similair looking wolf that guided them to Silvermoon, where the ball was held. So many people came to the ball! Mersljin went a bit drunk after a while, and a Forsaken went up to the stage and provoked the conferencier at the ball at one point. Me, Lyndael and Nelena sat and talked for some time, and suddenly an elf fell in front of us and when he woke up, he was completely out of his mind. We got a complete maniac to interupt with suddenly...
Many thanks to Mersljin for that report.
Thakan Boartusk
The Festival of Light is upon us, and in these usually glorious times all eyes turn to Moonglade, where the great beast known as Omen awakens to terrorise the ancestral home of the Druids. Heeding the call, the Wolves rose up to challenge the creature and succeeding in cleansing Moonglade of its presence.
Meanwhile, the Wolves have continued to grow with the additions of Amerin and Corog. In an additional feat of self-important assistance, Milldrith has joined the Clan in an effort to, as she puts it '.. bring some class to you, you bunch of stinky hobos! The art of maggot breeding will be impressed upon you inbred donkeys!'. Charming.
Thrakan Boartusk
The Wolves have returned! The circumstances are not ideal, but with the death of Drusk Shatterfist - however suspicious the circumstances - his Clan has been disbanded. To consolidate our forces, the order was issued to reform the Storm Wolf Clan and rekindle the glory of the mighty and just Horde. Age-old allies such as Kargarh, Kamgore and Kelsar have returned to the fold to help lead our Clan to victory in these dark, Scourge-ridden times and we shall once again make our mark against the evils that have been unleashed against Azeroth.
On behalf of the Shatterfist Clan, we wish you and the rest of the Horde a merry Feast of Winter Veil, and a happy new year!
On a more serious note with a distinct lack of snow and an underabundance of gifts, our rescue attempt in the Howling Fjord transpired to be nothing more than a dastardly attempt upon my life. While I, Drusk Shatterfist, fought valiantly before being overwhelmed by sheer numbers ---
Drusk pauses to shoo away Milldrith, cackling over his shoulder after reading the prior line
--- the effort to rescue the goblin zeppelin master at Westguard Keep was in vain. I was deliberately offered as a target to the Alliance, and the betrayer has yet to be uncovered. In the meantime, I have set Mahvado the task of tracking down the enemy in our midst, and he shall hopefully have more information soon.
The message board is covered in scratches, clawmarks and indentations from thoroughly uneven teeth as well as scrawls of twisted letters seemingly inked with blood and vicious green slime. However, to a passing zombie, the ensuing gibberish might read a little like this...
Oh, hello there! Zombie Dave here. I was enjoying a tender bit of flesh in Orgrimmar when I happened to notice your rather spiffy message board here, and I thought, 'gosh dang it, I should really contribute with my gratidute!' As to that, I'd like to thank you all for a delicious feast - at your expense, perhaps - and for the wonderful show you put on for us - all that running around and running away! By jove, we got our exercise THAT night, didn't we chaps? Yes, and all these new friends you provided! Awfully sorry for any inconvenience - lost limbs, cannibalised family and all that - but ghouls will be ghouls, eh? Eh? Jolly good! Do come visit us in the frozen north, eh? Superb, old bean!
Tally-ho!
Despite the fact that only a third of the people in this damned Clan appear to listen to a word I say, much less act upon it, we managed to pull off a small but effective three-stage hit-and-run attack against Alliance settlements in the Eastern Kingdoms yesterday. Using Kargarh - I mean, Kargath - as a staging area, we charged headlong into Alliance territory and set our sights upon the dwarven town of Thelsamar.
Frustratingly, we encountered very little opposition as we decimated the military - well, and some civilians, possibly - personnel in Loch Modan, and we quickly swept northwards through the tunnels of Dun Algaz, across the Wetlands and onwards into the Arathi Highlands. There, we awaited our forward scout (who somehow managed to arrive behind us instead of ahead of us) and then proceeded to lay waste to the remaining defenders of Stromgarde. With no real opposition, we then trudged our increasingly unhappy way to Southshore. Would this truly be a waste of our effort?
It seemed that the Alliance were not far from Southshore itself, albeit very few of them. We were foolishly assaulted by a handful of defenders who stood no chance against our combined might, and we took special pleasure in killing a rather feisty magistrate who seemed incredibly intent on burning us to a crisp. We ended the assault by destroying the gryphon roost and their master, and then rushed to the safety of Tarren Mill. Such paltry opposition was worrying - where are the Alliance when their most beloved towns are under attack? To further investigate this, we intend to take the fight against the Alliance to Outland. Let us see if they take notice of an amassed aeriel assault!
- Drusk Shatterfist
The Shadow Claw Clan has been disbanded. From its ashes, the Shatterfist clan has arose. No more disgustingly suggestive attempts at instigating relationships; no more awkardly arranged attacks on meaningless targets. And no more botched jobs! From now on, the Shatterfist Clan is under my command, and we answer directly to Nazgrel. We will be consolidating the ex-Claws and looking to recruit further among the Horde.
In the meantime, I shall arrange a meeting next week to discuss our next tactical strikes. Power to the Horde!
- Drusk Shatterfist
P.S. Also, cheese. Cheese is nice.
- Mildrith Valmoria
In the continued spirit of military domination, I have ordered training missions in an effort to mould these Shadow Claws into an elite fighting force worthy of the Horde. Our previous hit-and-fade mission saw us decimating the defenses at Astranaar, Maestra Post and Auberdine
After some discussion and valuable input from Bloodrunner, we have agreed upon a new hit-and-fade attack, targeting Loch Modan, Stromgarde and Southshore with the intention of fine-tuning our offensive co-ordination, and reminding the Alliance once again of the dominant power of the Horde!
Great change lies ahead. Nazgrel has deemed the current state of affairs within the Claws to be detrimental to the Horde. Dating activities? Drunken brawling in enemy capitals? This is the Horde, not some overblown youth group! Rather than keep you reprobates out of trouble, the Claws have only served to exemplify and strengthen your resolve to cause as much devastation and mayhem as possible! Hang your head in shame!
Luckily, we have the chance to whip you rebellious pups into shape. By appointment of Nazgrel himself, I - Drusk Gru'khan Shatterfist, Orgrimmar Defender - have been made Chieftain of the Shadow Claw Clan. Mildrith has been relieved of her duties until further notice, and is utilising the time to, and I quote '... go on holiday! Somewhere Warm! I'm going north!'. Furthermore, Thrakan has been demoted - a watchful eye shall be kept upon this former shaman. In the meantime, I expect all of you to be on your toes. Regular weekly meetings will be enforced, recruitment drives shall be doubled and, of course, we will be making extra effort to smack you back into line should you cross it. Be warned!
It is done. With the success of, uh, 'Rampant O.T.T.E.R.', the Ruins of Ahn'Qiraj were successfully stormed and our primary target - Buru the Gorger - was destroyed. Most importantly, the prized fishing rod of Horatius 'Wolfcow' was recovered. A few other lost... things turned up, too. I shan't speak of it here; it would take far too long, and this isn't the time. Congratulations to Horatius!
In spite of our completed objective, the combined forces of the Shadow Claw Clan and The Sanctuary voted to continue the assault, pressing onwards to ambush the airborne Ayamiss the Hunter before assaulting the Right Hand of C'thun - Ossirian the Unscarred. Though he fought as back on our first attempt, we regrouped and shattered the hulking Qiraji, enduring deadly whirlwinds and crushing strength to win through and destroy him. Finally, we swung around and attacked the Master of the Obsidian Destroyers, Moam. With his destruction, our mission was well and truly complete. A heartfelt thank-you to the warriors of the Sanctuary for their efforts in eliminating this vile threat. And finding the fishing rod.
In other news, it is my pleasure to welcome Ryuujin of Silvermoon into the ranks of the Shadow Claws. Despite my suspicions as to his... free will in joining our ranks. Regardless, we expect to see great things of him. With a little luck, he may retain his... sanity. Yes, sanity. In the meantime, Kelsar and Horatius plan their next exciting mission : Operation C.O.O.K.I.E.S.
Spirits help us.
Thrakan Boartusk