Thread: Bound By Iron ~~ Pinkbunny and SV

Garrosh had warned that this would happen - this invasion from the other side of the Dark Portal which had been constructed. He had come from a time and a place unknown, speaking of a world that was ripe to be conquered. He spoke of the humans that resided there and their allies in the Grand Alliance, which included the draenei, her mother's people. He spoke of green orcs and their allies in the 'False Horde', as he called. It all sounded so whimsical and magical. What was a curious young woman to do? She had to see these creatures with her own eyes! Regardless of the warnings that Garrosh had brought with him, she could not simply resign herself to forgetting such tales. Over the past few short years, this displaced orc had forged something grand - something that she was proud to be a part of. He had stopped the various tribes from falling prey to the demons that he had warned about. He had united many of the clans and formed a new Iron Horde under the leadership of the Warsong Clan's chieftain, Grommash Hellscream, the leader of her father's people, and he had just recently finished the construction of the Dark Portal which connected this world to the one from which Garrosh had come. A preemptive strike was made. A mass of the Iron Horde's strongest warriors had been sent through the portal to secure a foothold in the land, but they had failed. Now, the denizens of that world had mustered their forces and joined together. They were launching a counter-invasion, but it wasn't going much better than the Iron Horde's had gone... Loh'Korra of the Warsong Clan , a young half-draenei woman who had been bred as something of a sick experiment, or joke depending on who you asked, now found herself deep in the Tanaan Jungle hunting down the few surviving members of the other world's invasion party. It was a strange sight to see such a pitiful creature working alongside the orcs, really. Few half-breeds were born in orcish society to begin with, most being born once their mothers had been raped and left to return to their own people. Loh'Korra's mother, however, had been a slave and so, too, had Korra herself. She had won her freedom, however, when she was just a child. When the other orc children would gather for combat practice, Korra had proven time and again that she could hold her own - proving to her clan that she was more useful as a scout and a warrior than a slave. She was a rare sight, indeed, born in orcish society and not only surviving the rough childhood that such entailed for a half-breed, but even earning her place among them as an equal. Garrosh despised the idea, of course, but the other warriors and the elders among the Warsong sung Korra's praises. He really had to choice but to accept it, considering that the Warchief of this Iron horde was the former Warsong Chieftain. Lohkorra pushed her way through the underbrush as she searched for stragglers. She was garbed in nothing more than a long, tan leather skirt than hugged tightly to her hips and fell to her feet in one great wave and a tight leather harness that supported her bust. She wore no boots or helmet, her harness bore no sleeves, and much of her upper body was left to the elements, but this did not seem to slow the half-breed down. She walked lightly, leaving no trail and somehow bringing no harm to her feet. She walked through patches of thorns and the vines seemed to just brush away from her skin without a scratch. It was as i the forest, itself, welcomed the half-draenei woman into itself. Some manner of magic, perhaps?