Hey, everyone. This is Mokvar guest posting for Garrosh. While the Warchief is traveling to Pandaria, Spazzle and I are going to be sharing blogging duties here. Even though I know I’ve written a lot of material that’s been posted in the form of transcripts, I’ll admit it feels a bit odd to be speaking to you directly like this. I suppose I’ll get used to it soon enough.

Since my premature brush with mortality last week, I’ve been resting at home mostly, although generally I think people have been acting a little overprotective – at least in terms of how much recovery time I need. It’s nice that they’re concerned, I suppose, but I don’t think anyone likes being treated like the orcish equivalent of a walking, breathing porcelain vase. Honestly, I’m a shaman, and before that I was a warlock. It was one death. We walk these things off.

I’m not going to write too much today, but I did have one item that I wanted to share. In his last post, Garrosh mentioned that Saurfang had paid him a visit after he’d sent a request to borrow the services of the High Overlord’s personal scribe. As it happens, since Saurfang did bring his scribe (Adelene Sunlace) with him, there was a record of the visit. I managed to get a copy from Adelene. (Scribe solidarity, yo!) (Okay, I won’t do that again.)

Here it is. Consider it a Winter Veil present. You’ll see why.

Scene: Grommash Hold, Orgrimmar

[HIGH OVERLORD VAROK SAURFANG enters, accompanied by scribe ADELENE SUNLACE. Awaiting them in the war room are WARCHIEF GARROSH HELLSCREAM, EITRIGG, and MALKOROK.]

GARROSH

Morning, Saurfang.

EITRIGG

Welcome back to Orgrimmar, High Overlord.

SAURFANG

Warchief. Eitrigg, a pleasure to see you again, as always.

GARROSH

I was surprised to hear you were coming down personally, Saurfang.

SAURFANG

As was I by your message, Warchief.

GARROSH

Well, yeah, nobody really saw the thing with Mokvar coming.

SAURFANG

No, Warchief, that’s not what I mean.

GARROSH

Huh. What then?

SAURFANG

It occurs to me that your message was the first I’ve heard from you since our last…disagreement. Curious that I would only now hear from the Warchief when he has need of a scribe.

GARROSH

Well, honestly, Saurfang, up until now there hasn’t been much reason for me to contact you.

SAURFANG

Indeed, Warchief? No need to coordinate with me for any Kor’kron operations here at home?

MALKOROK

Kor’kron operations are well under control, Overlord, and don’t need any further coordination from—

[Saurfang, without taking his gaze off of Garrosh, silences Malkorok with a raised hand in his direction.]

SAURFANG

Warchief? Who. Is this person. Who presumes to speak to me as if I require his input?

MALKOROK

I’ll have you know, old man, I—

[Saurfang cuts Malkorok off mid-sentence by grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground.]

SAURFANG

[Still not looking at Malkorok.]

Pardon me. I was talking about you, not to you.

[Tosses Malkorok awkwardly to the ground.]

Hush now, boy.

GARROSH

Saurfang, this is Malkorok, one of my advisors. He’s been taking over the hands-on management of the Kor’kron since you’ve been holding down the fort in Northrend.

SAURFANG

Has he now. Curious that I had asked about just such a development when last I came to speak with you, only to be assured it was preposterous.

[Stares at Garrosh for a moment.]

More curious still that I would only now be learning of this…reassignment of the Guard.

MALKOROK

My Kor’kron have been—

SAURFANG

[Shoots an icy glare at Malkorok.]

Your. Kor’kron?

[Looks back to Garrosh.]

Although I suppose they are “his” Kor’kron now; I noticed even on my way here several wearing the uniform whom I had no hand in training.

MALKOROK

The needs of the Horde now call for a new and better—

SAURFANG

Boy, I was training soldiers when you were not yet a glimmer in your mother’s eye or a regret in your father’s hung-over recollection, and I would advise you to bite your tongue while you still have it.

MALKOROK

I don’t have to stand for this insolence, old man! Mak’gor—

[Malkorok draws one of his axes and leaps at Saurfang; still staring down Garrosh, Saurfang intercepts Malkorok’s weapon hand at the wrist and twists it back with an audible crack. He releases Malkorok’s wrist, then immediately grabs him by the back of his head and slams him face-first to the floor.]

AAAAH!

SAURFANG

Then by all means, don’t stand.

GARROSH

Enough, Saurfang. The Kor’kron have been reassigned. You have your duties in Northrend. Tend to them, and we’ll tend to our work here in Orgrimmar.

SAURFANG

I’m curious, Warchief…

GARROSH

You’re curious about a lot of things today.

SAURFANG

Yes indeed.

[Glances down at Malkorok, then back to Garrosh.]

What hold does he have on you?

GARROSH

Excuse me?

SAURFANG

What influence has this…orc won, that he has swayed command of the Kor’kron to himself over me? That he has won your ear, over Eitrigg?

GARROSH

Malkorok understands, Saurfang. Understands the Horde as it is today, and what’s needed to secure its future. As opposed to…others, who dwell in the past.

SAURFANG

I remember our past. And I do not do so to dwell in it, Warchief, but to hold it at arm’s length, so as not to repeat it.

GARROSH

I heard this song and dance a dozen times over in Northrend, Saurfang.

SAURFANG

That only means you gave me a dozen occasions to repeat it, Warchief.

GARROSH

Well are we done now? Because I’m getting tired of listening to it.

SAURFANG

[Chuckles grimly.]

Listening. Yes, I think we are.

[Saurfang turns and walks toward the door. Just before reaching it, he stops and turns his head, not quite looking back over his shoulder.]

One last point of curiosity, Warchief. The mana bomb that was used in the attack on Theramore. How did you happen upon a power source for it?

GARROSH

I don’t think that’s any of your concern, Saurfang.

SAURFANG

Yes, I suppose such strategic matters need to be kept between the Warchief and the commander of the Kor’kron Guard.

[Starts to walk out the door.]

Be well, Eitrigg. Honor go with you.

GARROSH

Hey!

[Saurfang stops in the doorway.]

SAURFANG

Yes, Warchief?

GARROSH

So are you loaning me your scribe or not?

SAURFANG

[Sighs.]

Miss Sunlace, come along, please.

[Saurfang exits.]

GARROSH

Geez, is it me, or is he getting more ornery with old age?

MALKOROK

[Still sprawled out on the floor.]

He does seem a bit ill-tempered, yes sir.

And to all a good night.

“Don’t make me come over there again, Malcoldcock. I will keep them busy scraping you off the floor until the Lunar Festival.”