[The scene shows Thrall riding what appears to be a huge wolf as he stands across from a huge minotaur-like being. There is a distinct look to the huge bull-chieftain as he carries with him a massive totem carved from a single log.]

I am Cairne, Chieftain of the Tauren. You fight well, green skins. What may I call you?

I am Thrall, the leader of the Horde. We run aground after a storm, our forces separated. These half-horse people are dressed for war. They were headed north when we chased them down.

[The huge Tauren looked alarmed at that.] My people are to the north! They must be preparing to raid! Come with us, o Horde leader, we will defend our homes. After the battle, sup with us for a while and rest, before we make our way to Mulgore, our ancestral home.

We will. Orcs, lets move out.

[For a moment, Thrall hangs back and winks at the camera.] Good to see everyone again. It's been another week since we last spoke. I cannot speak long, but we will once this battle is ended.

[And with that, he swipes at the camera, ending the feed.]

[Discipline on a group of ships flying the Lordereon banner was lax that day, and even Thrall is feeling the strain of a long trip. It's here that one of the Orc Peons started going a little... mad...

What happened next was probably a sign that they really needed to find shore soon after almost three weeks at sea and no sign of stopping.]



[Thrall allows himself one look at the camera, and facepalms... Grom isn't even trying as he's in the background trying to regain his lost dignity.]

Grom got himself captured. I gotta break him out.

And steal some boats while I'm at it.

Any ideas on how to do this?

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[Thrall awoke at the end of this battle, gasping for a moment. He held his chest for a moment, pondering what he had seen.]

That was no dream... that was a warning. That... [looking up, he smiled a little at the screen.] Hello community, it's been a few months since we last spoke. I am leader of the Horde now, and it looks like we are headed across the seas.

[With a grunt, he sat up, rubbing his head.] What a way to begin the 'new year' as it were, isn't it? I hope everyone had a good time at the party. For it looks like my time is swiftly coming to another war.

[Thrall seems to be staring into a fire when the community pops up in it and he blinks.] Oh hello everyone. It seems luck has paid off and I have escaped my captors. However...

[Picking up the burning stick he held it out towards the distance, angling the scrying glass so that it showed the burning buildings that was Durnholde Keep in the distance. Replacing the wood, he tended it for a moment.]

As you can see, I apparently did not make a graceful exit. Strange however, for I remember sneaking out a back way instead of bursting through the gates like some kind of hero. Also, I have seemed to come across some dragon flank and have been cooking it up for a meal. I honestly do not know where it came from but there it was in my pack.

[Thrall then grinned as he held up what appears to be a authentic Mexican hat and put it on.] But I did find this amazing hat in my inventory when I came to! The inside reads "Don Santos" but I guess he must have given it to me when I escaped.

Rose, Taretha thanks you for the supplies, and I will make it well worth the use. I am headed towards Alterac Mountains right now, because, well, admittedly I got captured again hours after my escape, but I heard of a great Orc Warchief known as Orgrim Doomhammer. I intend on asking him a few questions.

I will be headed into Alterac in the morning, while I camp at the foothills. Hopefully the humans will not see my campfire in the dark of the night while I sleep.

[The scene is not very familiar, but it's down in the internment pits of Durnholde Keep. It is here that Thrall is looking kind of tired as he brushes by a old orc. The old orc looks at him, burning red eyes widening in shock.

He spoke to Thrall. A quick few words. And then, he lashed out at his captors. Thrall, confused, stood there as the orc fought against many, screaming the same words over and over until with one mighty swoop, he was felled and carted off.

The scene refocuses later on, with Thrall in his cell pondering the words.]

What did he mean?

[To anyone else, the words were ineligible. But to the people who watched this scene over the community, it was easily understood. Run. I'll hold them off.

Thrall sighed as he looked out into the night sky.] I need to get out of here...