"It's when they look left...And you go right."

Posted May 5

(Discretion advised for foul language)   Nerron casually entered his son's office in The Slow Blade, eyeing the younger orc up and down after closing the door behind him. He slowly approached the desk Nerrok sat behind, tossing a newspaper detailing the attack on Desolation Hold onto the larg...

Humility pt 2

Posted January 4

Nerrok staggered into the common room of The Slow Blade from the back, a hand pressed against his heavily-bandaged ribcage as he surveyed the scene through a narrowed, hangover-tinted gaze. Furniture was destroyed, the recoldulator was empty, and beer bottles lay strewn about the floor everywhere. H...

No job too big.

Posted November 22, 2011

Captain Bloodknuckle stood upon deck of The Stygian Bounty, a blank look on his face as he glanced between Krelle, Nerrok, and the rest of his crew. He and his crew had been ordered to patrol this particular shipping lane, keeping Vashj'ir clear for Horde ships to come and go at their whim. The...

You can do a lot with a name.

Posted October 29, 2011

*An envelope addressed to Edwin Vonn Nacht, Grey Tiger Shipping and Freight, Booty Bay Office was dropped onto the night elf's desk in Stranglethorn. It contained a small list of names and their associated races, all of them Alliance-affiliated. No physical descriptions accompanied this information....

Message recieved

Posted October 29, 2011

The rounded, black iron plates that were stacked 6 deep on both sides of the weight bar rattled and shook against their collars, a shirtless Nerrok pushing the steel up off of his cavernous chest as he lay on the bench. A sheen of sweat formed thickly upon his brow, dripping into the corne...