Post by Skreeran
Garrosh’s ship beached itself on the shore, followed by dozens others. Garrosh quickly disembarked, leaping over the side and onto the sand while the others waited for the gangplank to be dropped.
“Do you see this land, Saurfang?” he asked, the older orc walking behind him. “All of this will belong to the Horde one day. The Lich King has begun a war with us, and so he will fall. As all who oppose the Horde will fall. And it shall be glorious.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, young Hellscream,” Varok Saurfang nodded, looking into the distance. “Do you smell that? There is death on the air. The Scourge infest this land, and conquering them will not be easy. We must take this one step at a time, or we will fall, and with us, all of Azeroth. We must be careful. Methodical. Unerring.”
“Of course it will not be easy,” Garrosh retorted, turning and watching as siege engines and other tools were unloaded from the ships. “Nothing worth having is easy. But while it may be difficult, I am confident that we will exceed and overcome anything that the Scourge can throw at us. We are the Horde. Nothing can stand in our way.”
Saurfang paused and looked into the horizon, composing his thoughts. “The Horde is great,” he nodded, rubbing his chin. “But it is made great by great people. Thrall, your father, Doomhammer… They have all shaped the Horde into what it is today. But we must not take victory as a given, nor may we let our guard down. Even Doomhammer was brought to his knees by a mistake in judgment. The Horde is not invincible. It is only as strong as its people.”
“Our people are strong!” Garrosh answered, pounding his fist against his chest. “You underestimate your own kind!”
“Perhaps,” Saurfang answered with a small shrug, turning back to Garrosh. “But I would much rather underestimate our forces and come into a slow and cautious victory than overestimate them and see them ruined.”
Garrosh grunted, beginning to grasp the wisdom in the elder orcs words. “Perhaps…” he paused, looking over the fleet. “But still… We will defeat the Lich King. This I know as surely as I live and breathe. Even if he is stronger, we have will. Our will to survive, to overcome, to be victorious no matter the odds… This is something that our enemy lacks. This human prince knows nothing of our people’s hardships, what we have survived. And we will continue to survive.”
Saurfang smiled slightly. “That we shall, young Hellscream,” he nodded, before noticing that his son was disembarking from a newly arrived ship.
“Greetings Father; Garrosh,” Dranosh smiled, inhaling deeply. “The Scourge is near.”
“Indeed,” Garrosh nodded, turning back to the wide landscape of tundra. “I would wager that they have a small force beyond that hill, but I cannot be certain by smell alone,” he paused, snapping his fingers and turning to a tauren woman that was tending a wyvern. “Turida!” he called out, “I wish for you to take a company of windriders and go scout out the surrounding area. Report to me any Scourge that you see.”
The tauren saluted and began assembling her group of windriders.
“Now, let us begin assembling a camp, and then we can begin work on a more permanent base,” Garrosh nodded, watching as one of his peonmasters began ordering the construction of a camp. “Excellent. I think that hill right there would serve as a good spot for a keep. It looks like there is solid stone there, which would make a good foundation, and can also be quarried for use in construction.”
“I agree,” Dranosh affirmed. “I think the main structure should be composed of iron. We have brought a great deal of raw iron with us, as you know, and this land looks fertile for mining. An iron fortress would be far more difficult to assail than one of stone, and that is an important factor in the composition of our primary base.”
“Indeed,” Garrosh agreed. “We shall create a fortress that even the Scourge fear. It shall be called Warsong Hold.”