(( Alright after many requests to read the story of Crimash I've finally begun posting the chapters, to keep some mystery in it and not to just nuke everyone with a wall of text i've decided to post it chapter by chapter and therefor will begin with chapter 1 and go on till the story "ends".

I hope you will like it, and feel free to post any feedback! ))

OOC Introduction

The story takes place from the time when the orcs were still living in a clan based
society back on Draenor to modern day. Crimash’s home of Nagrand is where we
will begin the story, where a young orc has an important task to fulfil.


Chapter 1 – The Rite of Passage

- Go my son, Aka’magosh!
Crimash saluted his father and began running. He had a firm grip around his axe, the same axe as his ancestors before him had used for this very purpose, only now it was his turn. He ran as fast as he could, for as long as he could. He wore no armor, no protection at all; he had neither food nor water. All he had was his axe and his determination for success.
He ran until his legs could not carry him any further and dropped down on his knees. As he was trying to catch his breath he saw something. Traces, talbuk traces. This was what he had been looking for. He gathered what little strength he had left and began running again, tracing the talbuk. He ran through the night, chasing the talbuk through the forest and when he was just about to stop to rest his heavy legs, he heard something, hooves, it was close!
Crimash crunched next to a bush, his axe at the ready. As he investigated his surrounding his grip round the axe got tighter and tighter. There, at the end of the forest line, he saw it. The talbuk was feeding of the grass in the morning sun; unaware of that it was being watched. As he was preparing to charge at his prey, he felt how the winds picked up, rapidly. At that moment he could have sworn that he heard someone whisper something. But then the talbuk noticed his presence! He had to strike! With all the strength he had left he leapt into the air with a roar and struck the talbuk with his axe! It was a deep cut; he had hit the talbuk in its ribs, screaming in agony, the it fell to the ground. As he pulled out his axe from the talbuk’s ribcage, blood shot out and hit Crimash on his forehead. The blood slowly ran down across his cheek, painting his face with a dark red colour. A sense of great pride gripped Crimash and for the first time since he set out on his task he could take a deep breath and feel somewhat relaxed. But as he did he heard something! The mate of the talbuk was charging at him! He had to act quickly. He ran back into forest. He had two large trees on each side of him. Waiting for the talbuk to get close enough for him to strike at it, he grabbed his axe with both hands. As the talbuk was just a few feet away Crimash took a small step back putting him behind the trees. When the talbuk would hit him its horns smashed into the trees! Crimash lifted his axe once again and struck the talbuk right between its horns, killing it instantly! Before pulling out the axe he took a look around to see that this time, he was alone. He pulled out his axe and begun the journey home.

When he got home the elder shaman Drek’thar examined the blood on his forehead and cheeks and announced the Crimash had passed his Om’riggor! Roars of victory were heard through out the camp. All of Crimash’s friends congratulated him, everyone but one, his own father. Celebrations went on that night and Crimash enjoyed every minute of it. Finally he too was allowed to sit with the elders around the campfires at night. He was no longer a child. But as the festivities were coming to an end Crimash father finally spoke to him.
- Come with me, my son.
Crimash nodded in response.
- What is it, father?
- The scar on your arm, do you know what it is, my son?
- It is your mark, father?
- It is more than that, my son. The scar on your arm is a family rune passed down from generation to generation. Everyone in our family is given one at birth.
- Why are you telling me this father?
- I tell you this because your ancestors also gave their sons a rune if they survived their Om’riggor!
Crimash’s father took out the axe that Crimash had used when he killed the talbuk.
- This rune, my son, is of great meaning to our family, carry it with pride.
Crimash felt uncertain at first, but then the feeling of honour and pride overwhelmed him. He gave the signal to his father who began to carve the rune into Crimash’s chest. The pain was great but the glory was greater, the pain passed, the glory did not.


(( To be continued.. ))

First post.

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Great job!

I like it, brings us back to the old days of orcs. A very nice intro for a story

if this was before the time of the zergling horde, ... Just how old is Crimash now?

Not bad at all. Continue, please.

I'd suspect end 60 early 70, bit like Thrak. Could be a bit younger, not sure at which point into the influence of Kil'jaeden the wars started, the entire 'corruption up till the dark portal' thing took about 40 years I think, so it's hard to guess where to place it. It could've already started but not have advanced far enough for things like shamanism to be banished.

You'll get a better grip of time and age as i proceed in the story. Don't worry

( Hey this gonna carry on? I love it!)

Aye its comming.. been trying to fix my biorytm lately so I haven't focus on posting more stuff.. Don't worry, I'll give you more to chew on.

*readies his pitchfork and Krol Cleaver*

Me be waitin' fo ma foods!