The Orcs is what we call ourselves. We are ruled by different clans. I am a member of the Blackrock clan and a secret officer in the Shadow Council of the First Circle. I have watched the people of Draenor fall to the Horde's onslaught. Although their resistance was noble they could not hope to stop the Horde for their weapons were no better than our crude ones. I kept the Shadow Council advised of various military movements within the Blackrock clan. Although not as important as the spy Garona my advice is well trusted. Unfortunately when the portal was opened my call for precaution was not heeded ant the battle that ensued merely strengthened my position.

      The Grunts and Wolfriders stormed the great human castle Stormwind. To everyone's surprise, but mine, the human foot soldiers held the Horde at bay while mounted soldiers tore through our ranks. It was only by Gul'dan and his warlocks' power were we able to escape the Human's counterattack. The fools! I warned them the Humans were different.

      Fifteen years have passed since that fateful day. Again no one heeded my call for the Portal to be closed. These simpletons do not understand the impact that a war with them could have upon the survival of the Horde. Now a new warchief has been named and the Horde once again plans to conquer Azeroth. Although I continue to fight this decision I fear that only through my powers can the Horde put down the nation of Azeroth.