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Post by Brekgar Bleedingwolf on May 19, 2008 13:28:13 GMT -5
Degrom, old, wise, frail, yet he still paced around a fire. Surrounding him were orcish kids, young, strong, and untaught, the future, of the Bleedingwolf Clan. It was Degrom's job to teach the kids of their heritage as the Bleedingwolves. He has done so for few generations now. Everyday he would gather the young around the fire and tell them a tale of a heroic Bleedingwolf.
"Listen to me, kin, today I will tell you the tale of one great orc who once carried the name Bleedingwolf by himself. He was a battle hardened warrior who-", "What's his name?" an orcish child asked in a hurry. "His name was Brekgar... the Bleedingwolf." The kids were not as enthusiastic as Degrom hoped they would be. It was because Degrom was speaking of the greatest hero their clan had ever had. However, Degrom continued after the disappointment, "He was, can anyone guess, the chieftain of the clan. But Brekgar was not always one, he became the chieftain because he was the strongest. You see, after Brekgar's father fell in battle on our homeland of Draenor, he was not of age to lead a whole clan, yet to feed himself. His uncle, Gragod, took over the clan, and he had battle lust. Always waging battles against the Draenei. The clan was decimated, the remaining survivors were exiled from the clan by the foolish uncle." ((To be continued.))
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