Rogg Posts

He’s just a little Orc, looking for his family. These stories chronicle the adventures of a very small part of a very big world.


Rogg: Dark Canopies

Rogg: Dark Canopies

Consulting my map, I saw there should be a forward command post not far from where I had climbed out of the river. Once there, I could find the main road – maybe the remains of the Gold Road – that would take me farther South on my journey. As I looked out over the...
Rogg: Soaked

Rogg: Soaked

More than once I saw what could have been a passable route down, through, and up the other side of the Great Divide, but the warnings of the more experienced traveler stayed any thoughts of exploration. If someone as well-versed and -equipped as he recommended going...
Rogg: Scars

Rogg: Scars

Though I was cautioned against traveling the direct route from the Crossroads into lands further south, I trusted my feet on solid ground much more than I did my ability to swim, should something go amiss while skirting the edge of the continent. With new provisions...
Rogg: At the Crossroads

Rogg: At the Crossroads

Firmly nestled between several prominent mesas and bluffs rising out of the Barrens’ scrubland terrain, the Crossroads had long been a major trade hub for goods and people traveling to and from the capital city. The roads nearby were well-patrolled by...
Rogg: Home Far From Home

Rogg: Home Far From Home

Waiting until evening to continue my journey was a good idea – not only was I able to spend much of the afternoon talking with the infrequent travelers who stopped in, I also saw how life on the frontier was for the soldiers and guardians of the Horde. I imagined my...
Rogg: Crossing Over

Rogg: Crossing Over

The guards stationed at the Southfury River gave me little more than a nod as I strode, filled with confidence and re-energized by purpose, out of the great Horde capital city. Instead of the dust-covered brown landscape of Durotar, the Barrens were covered in light...