Guess who's mun just got a Pandaren into the Horde?

[son_of_durotan]

[What starts as a rumbling in the distance erupts into a vicious clap of thunder, shaking the ground and illuminating the sky like a sun. One orc shaman is pissed. More pissed than he's been in ages.]

GARROSH! If you're out there, come and face me like an Orc! The Horde is not yours any more than it is mine. We belong to no man, or Orc. What you have turned the Horde into is a dishonor to everything your father fought and died for!

I will not allow any to sully the honor of my brother, least of all his own son!

[Bystanders beware, Thrall is astride his massive wolf, with the Doomhammer drawn, lightning and fire crackling around the head of the weapon as he searches for the 'new Warchief.']

Comments

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ The sticking point, and it's rather large
Is why you ever began
To think it was a good plan
To put that guy in charge ♪

[son_of_durotan]

[Oh, you'd best be running, because there's a giant armored wolf charging you and Thrall is seeing nothing but red. Oh, and there's a ball of lightning flying your way. RUN.]

[regretzio]

[parkours his ass out of there]

[swiftdawn]

Truer words were never so poorly rhymed.

[regretzio]

[strum]

[strum]

♪ No time to worry if the meter's bad
I think the green guy's getting mad ♪

[swiftdawn]

Hey, legit. [ /flips him a piece of silver ]

[regretzio]

[catch!]

♪ It's always nice to get coins
Instead of kicks in the loins ♪

[dembonyhips]

Whoa. Holy @!#$ing shit on a stick.

Something tells me this'll be a fight worth seeing.

[son_of_durotan]

[Wolf and rider turn their heads in unison, and when Thrall looks at the Forsaken, there's a fire in his eyes that hadn't been there since his battle with Mannoroth.]

[dembonyhips]

Yeah, I'm hoping speaking my mind here doesn't get my bony ass killed, but kick Garrosh's ass into gear already. He's been an asshole to pretty much all of us.

...And is only getting worse, from what I'm hearing.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall just stares down the Forsaken, the fire in his eyes dimming for a fraction of a second, before nodding. When he speaks, it sounds not unlike rolling thunder.]

He will pay for what he has done to the Horde. I will not allow him to sully his father's name further.

[seesbosscrotch]

AT LAST!

...but, sir, this crusade for vengeance would be much more impressive if you'd pay for your fast riding...

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall and Snowsong both regard the elf with... less than favorable looks. The storm doesn't abate in the least either.]

I would put Snowsong's ability against any mount in Azeroth.

[In other words... shut up, or you'll be Snowsong's latest chew toy.]

[crymoore]

Thrall, what is the meaning of this?

[ While she's all for beating up Garrosh, he is the least likely person she's ever imagined to fight the man. ]

[son_of_durotan]

[If there was one person that could calm Thrall down just by showing up, it would be Jaina. Still, even though the thunder stops and his face softens, it's clear that there is a barely contained rage boiling just beneath the surface.]

Garrosh has twisted the Horde into his personal army to fulfill his own agenda. He has thrown everything Grom stood for, everything he fought and died for away. Had Grom not slain Mannoroth, I do not doubt Garrosh would have sold our kind back to the demons in a heartbeat.

[crymoore]

[ So all of that praise he previously ushered unto Garrosh has been done away with. Seeing an orc angry is nothing new for her, she's seen this sort of scene many times before in her life (often as herself being the source) but when it is Thrall...

The very thought shakes her in ways she never thought imaginable. ]

Power can do many things to a man, Thrall. It can shape them to be the leader everyone needs them to be or something so unbelievable that not even the wisest prophet can foresee. Do you truly believe Garrosh to be capable of that sort of betrayal?

[son_of_durotan]

[His voice lowers to a growl, the fires in his eyes calming slowly, but not going out.]

I had hoped that Cairne and Vol'jin would be able to guide him, make him into a leader his father could be proud of. Now Cairne is dead, and Vol'jin is dealing with the war in Pandaria, leaving Garrosh unchecked.

Before all this, I did not think Garrosh capable of that, no. But the more I hear about what has transpired in my absence, the more I see the shadows of his father's impatience and bloodlust. Grom was a brother to me, but even he went along with the pact that put us in the demon's sway willingly.

[ofthedarkspear]

Dat be a sight for sore eyes ta dis old troll. De Darkspear be followin' yah, bruddah.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall nods, face softening slightly at the sight of the Troll.]

If only I had left you in charge of the Horde in my absence. I had hoped Garrosh would honor his father's memory... You've done nothing but good for the Horde, and I deeply regret not leaving it to you, brother.

[ofthedarkspear]

Yah wanted de people t'rally behind someone. I can understand dat. It was a choice dat could have been de right one... but dat one. He ain't of de Horde. Our Horde.

De powah be too much for him. De people suffer. My people be in chains on our own island, de elves be used as cannon fodder.

[Also he kind of tried to kill Vol'jin. =/ Not pleased about that.]