I was recently contacted by an old friend, Centurion Furyhoof Ragetotem. Some may know him as a mercenary, he recently rejoined the Horde military and rose quickly to commanding a platoon based out of Grom Gol.
Anyway.
What follows is his account of a massacare, that of the 'Rage Brigade' (Grom Gol 2nd Platoon) and also of his investigation into the perpatrators and motives behind it.
"The jungle was thick around us as we passed through the gully. Beams of light shone from between the leaves, sliced by the vines that hung everywhere. We didnt see them coming, we didnt see them until after the first volley. Me and my patrol were ordered to scout out the North-Eastern section of the Jungle, where reports of suspicious movement had been reported by Windriders flying overhead. We had no air support, it was only a recon mission. Even if we did, they wouldnt have been any use through the opaque canopy."
"The first thing we noticed, was that it seemed to be getting darker. As though time had fast forwarded some six hours to nightfall. Looking up, I remember the arrows seething in a mass of death, falling towards their fleshy targets. We were decimated in the first wave, before we could draw weapons. Orcs, Tauren and Troll alike bled and died, staunching the flows of blood. The jungle green that permeated everything was marred with the slick oily red of dying beings lifeforce. I was lucky, only took a few scrapes, a couple of arrows buried into the heavy plate armour. After the volley, we could see the things that commited this first strike: Trolls. Not dark skinned like the Trolls we know as allies, but close. They were screaming something, that sounded like they were hawking up spit to further our plight. 'Haaak-awgh! Haaawk-Awgh!' They withdrew after this volley, as most of the platoon were dead or dying. There was little we could do for them; so I ordered the survivors to strip the dead. My orders were to leave no wounded."
"A short time after, I found myself in Silvermoon City, drinking with an old friend, Gorokk. He enquired as to the tour of duty in the jungles, and I told him of the ambush. He seems to think the spitting sound was not connected to phlegm at all, but a Trollish Blood God, named Hakkar. I just so happened to break off one of the arrowheads used by the Trolls, and so I allowed him to examine it. He could come to no conclusion, and suggested I talk to those more knowledgeable in the Lore of Trolls. He also suggested speaking to the Darkspear, and the Zandalar trollkin, as they may have insight into these hostilities. I asked Gorokk if he and his clan would aid me in any action against the perpatrators, he agreed to pledge as many Orcs as his clan can spare."
"And so, I send you this letter old friend. Perhaps one of your arcanists or librarians know more about these Trolls than Gorokk. I also enclose the arrow-head, for inspection. I swear to you this though, once I find out the name of the tribe that did this, they will feel the wrath of Ragetotem upon them."
"For the Horde,
Furyhoof Ragetotem."
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