OOCont: Ursala's Anger

I’ve been having phone conversations with Niko quite a lot recently. This was written for Ursala tp give in response to recent developments in Dagger and Totem as of Patch 4.0.3a.
However, his speech is written under three assumptions, none of which are true in-continuity:
a) Ursala is aware of, and present for, the recent developments with the Clan.
b) Ursala is formally named Den Mother alongside Gulgrim being named Chieftain.
c) Ursala can make her thoughts on this clear in an eloquent manner.
It is written for if a ceremony is held for the promotions, and would be given after said promotions. I've written it to help Niko write a speech for Gulgrim to give.
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Clanmates.
*nods, then bows, before speaking without making eye contact.*
As you know, Gremkarc of Orgrimmar is yet to return. I find myself wondering if he would take that name, were he to know how the city has changed and what the city’s officials were attempting to visit on us.
We have a new Warchief. He is of Grom’s line. Grom led our people – the Orcish people – into darkness, and then led us out of it again. And now his son is leading us, whether he realises it or not, back into that darkness.
The way we shape our buildings has always reflected us as a people. In Garadar, they are open to the land and let the winds and spirits come and go freely, as our minds once did; sigils and pictograms mark the walls with personality and stories of the past. In Hellfire, they become violent and jutting, dominating the landscape rather than harmonising with it. Stonard is constructed of transient tents, representative of our tentative invasion. As for Orgrimmar’s buildings – it has always been a new city, but one that has nonetheless represented the Horde well. Once, those buildings were built of stone from the land, sturdy and low-lying, the wood taken respectfully from forests which belonged to us; with canvas from the Tauren, rope from the Trolls, furniture from the Forsaken and the Elves. Now, Orgrimmar is being turned again into a weapon. The buildings are wrought of metal, reaching for the sky with strength which is entirely Orcish. They greater resemble Hellfire Citadel than Garadar.
And now Oshu Kazil wish to do to us what they have done to themselves. What Oshu Kazil are trying to do to us is turn us back into a part of the war machine that the Horde is fast becoming. When they re-swear their oaths to the Horde, they will put emphasis on one phrase: “I am a weapon of my Warchief’s command.” They have taken soft, yielding, flawed, feeling, unique beings – from Orcs to Tauren to Elves – and forged them into weapons. Weapons are cold. Weapons do not feel. Weapons do their master’s bidding without a say in how the cut is made, or how the battle is fought. A weapon that is sharp and well-kept kills more efficiently, yes, but not through any choice of its own. A weapon strikes against demons and children with total indifference. And, most importantly: two weapons, sharpened to the same and forged by the same smith, are indistinguishable from one another.
We are not those weapons. What Oshu Kazil seek to do to our Clan, our family, our home, is to take us, dismantle us into individuals, and put those parts back into the Horde war machine. We would be changed from what we are now, and for no reason other than his petty vengeance – we are not dysfunctional. We are not inactive. We are loyal to our Horde, and we do the Horde’s good work – simply not in the way that the Centurion would have it. We are, much to his chagrin, instruments of our Horde’s desire, not weapons of its command. The Horde needs both. Why else would both clauses be in our oath? We are individual, different; the way we are played is unique, the decoration we carry is personal, the tunes we create interweave in balanced melody with those of other clanmates - to make a harmony which he cannot stand to hear for the upset it causes him. He wishes he could find a family such as we have here.
I have not lost faith in Gremkarc. I have no doubt that he will return – in some way – to us. I spoke with Greatmother Geyah once: the mate of Garad, for whom Garadar is named; the mother of Durotan, for whom Durotar is named; and the grandmother of Go’el, who saved our people from slavery and is now seeking to save our very world from ruin. She told me about how the spirits of the Ancestors used to speak with the shamans of the Orcish clans, and of her hope that one day the younger shamans could hear the voices of the deceased in the same way. Even if Gremkarc’s thoughts trickle into our dreams at night, in the way that those of the Ancestors used to, and his voice guides us from there rather than the living realm – he would not abandon us. Gremkarc is our father, and we love him; he loves us, as he has told us many a time, and he would not leave us to the fate that Oshu Kazil would visit upon us.
Gremkarc named Gulgrim as his second. And thus, whilst Gremkarc is occupied, it falls to my mate and I to stall that fate. What Oshu Kazil would do to us is an injustice perpetuated by one young man’s persistent grudge against a group of people who have done no wrong to him. Ryzarhn is no older than myself, or Kruss, or Dishka. He has the same childish flaws and misgivings as we do. His perception of Gremkarc’s actions against Storm and Ruin are seen through the eyes of the young. His promotions are precocious and, whilst perhaps appropriate on the surface, fail to acknowledge the turmoil beneath that man’s face. Being the inadvertent and undeserving cause of it, we, as a Clan, know that turmoil better than the Horde ever could. It is down to us to see that this injustice is never visited on us. It is not the Horde’s fault that they cannot know it for what it is, although it fits conveniently into the reformation that our new Warchief would have.
For now, I will be Den Mother, and Gulgrim shall be Chieftain. But these titles will be renounced in an instant upon Gremkarc’s return – providing he wishes it, of course, but we have no doubt that he shall. We cannot pretend that we will be as good, as competent, as wise or as clever as he. We are young – we were both born into camps with human masters. We have come far since then, but it would be arrogant of us to presume we could do as good a job as Gremkarc. However, our loyalty is to the Clan; we exist to give the Clan the best that we can, and to please Gremkarc and make him proud of us.
I have no doubt that Gulgrim, once a Sergeant and now a Chieftain, shall act in a way which will make Gremkarc proud when he hears of it. My own role will be more related to the Clan itself – as Greatmother Geyah told me, the Den Mother’s job is to listen to her clan and gather information from them in the way others gather furs to keep warm. If you have a concern that you think Chieftain Gulgrim should hear, then I shall be here to listen and pass it on.
But we must remember that this state of affairs is hopefully not permanent; the titles are largely preventative of what those with our worst interests in mind would have done to us. Ryzarhn’s words were that we would be assimilated if we did not find our Chieftain, but he did not state which Chieftain he wanted to see; and so, we name one in Gremkarc’s stead. When he comes with sure knowledge that his final vengeance upon Dagger and Totem shall be wrought, he shall not find us leaderless - and thus we cannot be broken apart as he would wish.
It is odd that I, not knowing my mother or father, would speak of families – but I have found one here with Dagger and Totem, and I think many others have, as well. I have learnt many things about family from this clan. I know that families protect each other. Families support each other. Families love each other. As a Clan, we form a family, regardless of birth ties – we are bound in blood and honour, physically for the Totems and in heart for all of us. I trust this clan with all that I hold dear – a large part of which is within the Clan itself – and I hope that my fellow clanmates feel the same. We have overcome countless threats in the past; I need not remind you of them, but this is just one more step on the journey. We will not abandon each other now, in our hour of need where the Earth itself lies shattered and sundered. We will not be shattered the same. We will not allow ourselves to be ripped from our home – where it lies, with the clanmates you stand by now and many who could not make it – by nothing more than one young orc holding a childish grudge.
*curls the corners of her mouth up, opens her mouth, then closes it again before nodding and bowing. Without a further word, she looks to Gulgrim.*