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[Grig'nag da Mojo]

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As the light cleared, Grig’nag found himself before a massive fortress wall. The walls stretched far into the clouds, and as wide as the horizon could go. The gates were made of the purest valorite he had ever seen, and stretched far and wide, larger then the entire Orc Stronghold. It surely was the fortress of a god. Stepping forward, two guards greeted him with an orcish salute.
“Welcome Grig’nag. We have been expecting you.”
The two guards pivoted, and with one arm each, flung open the massive doors, to a hall of incredible splendor.
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Grig’nag awoke from his rest spot with a loud yawn. Sitting up, and rubbing his head, he looked around the scene. Directly south of the Crystal Fens. Right where he had left himself. Standing slowly, he began to get his bearings. Vaen was still a noteworthy human, so finding him hadn’t been difficult. Here, at the Garden Freehold, Grig’nag would finish what he had started with Vaen in the Crystal Fens.

Moving southward he began to look around in earnest. The sounds of merriment were heard further on down the way. The Legion of Justice had never been a very solemn group, so Grig’nag wagered he would find what he sought there. Picking up his weapons and pack, he struck out towards destiny.
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As he walked the halls, Grig’nag marveled at the splendors of gold. The jewels and gold pieces stacked in massive piles. Hundreds of them, each as big as the Stormreaver’s entire gold hoard. There were weapons that shone with a hundred different colors, and burned with magiks that even the greatest of wizards had only dreamed of achieving. As he continued his quiet walk down the hall, gaping at the wonders of his surroundings, he became aware of an even greater hall ahead. But no treasures adorned this one. Instead, the swords and shields of multiple warriors adorned the way. Looking around them he began to notice the emblems of many of those orcs that had gone before him. The tattered battle standards of old foes lay in heaps around the ground. This place was undoubtedly a shrine to all the great things that orcs had accomplished in their years!

Two warriors, clad in thick, highly concealing armor stepped forward.
"Grig’nag. You are awaited in his almightiness’ Feast Hall."
“Hems allmitinezz?” Grig asked.
Though he could not see their mouths Grig sensed that they were smiling.
“Yes, one of the chosen has re-entered his fold. It is time to celebrate.”
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Arriving at the freehold, Grig noticed the horse of Vaen was there. Issuing another puddle of blood from his lips, he moved quickly towards the teleporter. Arriving at the bar floor, he looked around for any sign of his foe. Finding only pugs and loud-mouthed femmies, he proceeded to search the other floors. He growled as each floor turned up empty, until finally he heard a familiar tone. Running back to the bar floor teleporter, he caught the visage of Vaen as he teleported down to the bottom level. Grabbing his cutlass he ran into the mechanism after Vaen.
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Grig followed the two warriors towards another set of massive doors. These were plated in the most radiant and pure gold he had ever laid his eyes on. It was fortunate that the light was so low here, or else he might have found himself blinded. He looked around the hallway as he kept time to the footsteps of the soldiers in front of him. As he approached the doors he felt a growing presence. A warmth that he had never felt before, began to push against him as he walked. It wrapped around him and tugged at him as he continued his walk towards the doors. The warriors reached the doors and pushed them open without hesitation. What lay within this hall took Grig’s breath away.
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“VAEN!” Grig screamed after his quarry. Being only a few steps away, the volume was unnecessary, but Grig figured it didn’t matter what people thought of him socially, at this point.
Vaen stated at Grig for a moment as if he were crazy. Finally he spoke up. “Hey Grig. What’s up?”
With a seizing sensation in his chest, the only way he could respond was by throwing up yet another pool of blood.
“Grig… are you okay?” Vaen asked with audible concern..
Grig put his hand back on his cutlass and drew it, holding it at his side.
“Meeb kum to end ib Vaen.” Grig growled with a deadpan tone.
“End what? What’s wrong Grig?” Vaen returned.
Holding his sword in his shield hand, he grabbed Vaen’s robe and leaned close. “Meeb am neer det, Vaen. Und meeb kum tu END ib.”
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Shin’di ran up and threw her arms around Grig’s neck. Before he could speak she gave him a long passionate kiss.
“Ju been keebin me waytin tuu long lubver,” she said with a grin. She took his paw and lead him into the hall. With a bright flash he found himself amongst a massive host of orcs and even a few humans. In the middle of it all. he saw something of absolute perfection. It had the muscles of an ogre, the tatooes and fearsome looks of a troll and the tusks of an orc. The creature was power itself.
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“Grig, you can’t be serious.” Vaen started in a near panic tone. “We can cure you! There is something we can do to make you better!”
“Der ib nub kure Vaen. Nub kure fur wit meeb habs!” Grig retorted, growing anxious to fight before his illness overcame him.
“We can probably find something!” a man to his right proclaimed. “We had an issue like this in Vesper. We can probably do something similar.”
“You see Grig? We don’t need to do any of this killing stuff. We can cure you.” Vaen stated calmly.

Grig suddenly became very quiet and sullen. “Wut if id kan beh kured? Wut meeb gain? Da clan ib awl asleeb. Awl meeb bruddahs ib ded. Shin… ib det tuu. Meeb hab nubting lebt heer.”
The optimism on Vaen’s face quickly dissipated as he hung his head.
“Grig… we could allow you into the Legion! We could cure you, be your new allies and friends…” Vaen started.
“MEEB NEBBUR BEH A SLABE UB HUMMIES!!” Grig roared with new vitality.
“Not a slave! A friend!” Vaen returned quickly.
“WUT DIFFERUNZE IB ID?! MEEB A STURMWEEBUR! MEEB BURN A STURMWEEBUR MEEB BEKUM DET AZ WUN!” Grig thundered once again.
“Grig!” Vaen shouted. “I…I have already killed a friend. I can’t bare to kill another. Like it or not you are a friend.”
Grig’nag calmed again. “Meeb beleeb ju are a fwend az well. Ju hav been fur a lung time.”
He paused for a moment and the air seemed to grow thick. “Bud meeb am Sturmweebur. Meeb kan nub get det diz wey.” He coughed up some blood and spit it onto the ground in order to push his point.
“Grig. I don’t want to fight you. I don’t want to kill you.” Vaen stated with a tone that seemed near pleading.
“Meeb kno…” Grig sighed. He stepped back several steps dropped his head. Summoning up all his strength he flashed open his eyes, all the red boiling to the surface.
“Meeb am Grig’nag da Sturmweebur. Meeb klump az a Sturmweebur, meeb beh det az wun! HOWAH!”
Screaming at the top of his lungs, Grig’nag surged forward and slashed at Vaen. His reflexes honed by years of battle, Vaen dodged backwards and charged quickly out the entrance, drawing his weapons and placing his helmet on his head.
“NUW WEEB KLUMP! SHUW MEEB JUR POWUR VAEN!”
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Looking to his right he saw his father. The old orc gave him a man-of-the-world grin, but remained seated. He looked to his right and saw his brother Uk’lok picking some meat out of his teeth with a bone. Everywhere he looked he saw the great slain warriors of the past, sitting and waiting.
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Lunging forward, Grig swung with all his might. Bringing his war fork around, Vaen caught the blow and parried it to the side. Grig swiveled and brought the blade around. Dodging backwards, Vaen summoned up a fireball at a speed Grig had never seen before. The fire soon hit him square in the chest, causing his to sputter blood as he fell back. Vaen caught him with a snap kick to the side of the head, then brought the butt of his weapon down and smashed him over the skull.
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“Grig’nag,” the form at the front called out to him with a grin. “Welcome. To my halls. Welcome, to the Hall of the Bludgod.”
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Grig’nag avoided a fall to the ground by thrusting his blade into the earth. Leaning on it, he coughed up copious amounts of blood and instantly felt light headed afterward. He needed to finish this soon. He kept his back to Vaen as he spoke. “Meeb nebbur kuld defeat ju. Nebbur. Ju ulweys wuz a mojoer fightur den meeb.”
“Grig, lets stop this.” Vaen pleaded.
“Lebz finush diz Vaen. DET TU DA HUMMIES! HOWAH STURMWEEBURS!” Grig screamed.
Surging forward with everything he had left, he swung and missed as Vaen side-stepped and called out the magic words, “Kal Vas Flam”.
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“Ju… ib da Bludgod?” Grig asked cautiously. The creature nodded with a smirk on his face. Grig struggled to get away from Shin and fall in the proper position of supplication, but the creature rose its own paw to stop him.
“No need for that my child. You have worshiped me well since your youth, and have served me well during you life. You have died a warrior's death. You have every right to be here. This is your place of honor now.
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Grig looked up at the sky as he felt the heat dissipate from around him. He felt the deep burns all over him and the blood that now flowed freely.
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As Grig tried to grasp the enormity of the situation a massive cheer erupted from the hall.
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“Dabu Vaen. Diz ib da wey…”
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Shin’di squeezed his hand and brought him to a nearby chair.
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“…en orc warrior…”
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“Welkum home lubver.” she stated with a giggle.
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“….ib suppozed to….die….”
With those words everything went completely white.

The light cleared and he found himself infront of a massive fortress. He was allowed inside and walked through halls adorned with splendor. He came across a passage filled with the shields and swords of the great warriors who had come before him. He was ushered into a great hall. He was reunited with his love and mate, Shin’di. He came before the Bludgod and he sat at his table…

“And now we feast!” the Bludgod announced. With that, everyone began to dig in to the massive display of meats and drinks. Grig continued to look around the Hall in awe before the creature spoke.
“Grig’nag. Did you not pledge your life and your soul to the Bludgod and to the Clan when you joined, so long ago?”
Grig’nag nodded absent-mindedly in response.
The creature smiled and spoke, “Then follow your god’s instructions now, and eat. You have come home my child. And you will join us in the battlefields of the afterlife. You feast with each night and we will give great battle each every day. You are where all my perfect orcs belong.”
Grig’nag looked around at the others. All of them gave him an approving nod and a grin. He looked to Shin who gave him a nod and a kiss as well.
As she did a massive cheer erupted from the gathering.
“HOWAH! LUNG LIB DA STURMWEEBURS!”
Grig’nag looked around as pride swelled in his chest.
“Yub. Meeb am fwee…und… meeb am home…LUNG LIB CHIEF GRISHNAK! LUNG LIB DA BLUDGOD!
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HOWAH STURMWEEBURS!!”
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Femmies?! Howwah!!

Can't we all just get along? No? Excellent.

[Cal Hurst]

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"An Orc is looking for you, Vaen," Nicodemus said as Vaen was about to leave the Garden Freehold.

"An Orc? I don't have time to deal with them now. I need to---"

"Ugh Vaen.." Grig'nag said. An old friend of Vaen's.

"Grig! How are you?"

Grig'nag coughed up blood and spit it out of his mouth. "Nub guuda."

"Grig… are you okay?" Vaen asked

Grig armed his cutlass.

"Meeb kum to end it, Vaen."

“End what? What’s wrong Grig?” Vaen returned.

Holding his sword in his hand with his shield, he grabbed Vaen’s robe and leaned close. "Meeb am neer det, Vaen. Und meeb kum tu END ib."

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"Kill him!" Gerta yelled.

Marcus looked at Vaen and closed his eyes. "I have to do this Vaen."

"Marcus..."

"Kill him!" Gerta yelled again.

"Our friendship ends here, Vaen..."

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Grig charged towards Vaen, swinging his cutlass furiously. Vaen dodged backwards, armed his weapons and threw on his kasa. He turned to Grig.

"Grig! You don't have to do this..."

"YUB MEEB DU. NUW KLUMP WID MEH!"

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"Marcus, you don't have to do this..."

"Yes, I do. Vaen. Fight me."

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Grig'nag slashed hard at Vaen, but his physical condition didn't allow for much precision. He coughed up more blood and Vaen refused to throw many spells at Grig. The few spells he did cast upon him, however, damaged him more than normal.

"Grig..."

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Marcus nodded slowly, closing his eyes tight. He then took a charge at Vaen and slashed at Vaen's left hip, but Vaen jumped back and quickly struck Marcus with the flat of his blade, causing Marcus to fumble backwards. Marcus, now getting irritated, charged once more with his sword out infront of him. Vaen dodged to the side and swung his blade around, just barely missing Marcus. Marcus quickly turned and slashed diagonally towards Vaen's chest, but Vaen put his arm up in defense, and the blade ripped through Vaen's armor, causing a large gash to form in his arm. Vaen groaned, and looked at his arm, and then looked at his old friend. Vaen realized that this was not going to end with him and his old friend walking away laughing. No longer was this a playful fight. This was a fight to win.

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Grig charged again at Vaen, slashing down hard on him. Vaen put his arm up in defense, and Grig's cutlass gashed through Vaen's leather armor, slicing Vaen's arm. Vaen groaned as he looked at Grig once more. He knew what had to be done. He knew that Grig would not let this go. He wanted to go down in a glorious fight. It was the Orc way.

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Vaen tightened his grip on his blade and charged towards Marcus, swinging with all of his might. Vaen slashed at Marcus's left arm, his right leg, and at Marcus's head, causing gashes in his limbs and cutting off Marcus's left ear. Marcus cried in agony, dropping his sword. Vaen quickly dropped his sword and went to the aid of his friend, hoping that he was wrong and that Marcus and he would once again laugh with eachother. As soon as Vaen went to look at Marcus's ear, Marcus pulled a daggar from his boot and stabbed Vaen in the shoulder. Vaen screamed in pain, and grabbed the daggar from Marcus. Vaen then stabbed up at Marcus, slicing through his chest and piercing his heart, instantly killing him.

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Vaen gripped his warfork tightly and dodged all of Grig's attacks. Getting some distance between himself and Grig, he began casting an arsenal of spells. "Vas Flam" "Por Ort Grav" "Vas Ort Flam" "Corp Por." Grig then sturdied himself. "Meeb nebbur could beat ju, Vaen. Nuw finish meh." Vaen shook his head. "Du id, Vaen."

Vaen shook his head again. "I won't kill another friend..."

"Lebz finush diz Vaen. DET TU DA HUMMIES! HOWAH STURMWEEBURS!" Grig screamed as he charged towards Vaen. There really was no other way... but he wanted Grig to go quickly, and not slowy...

"Kal Vas Flam..."

Grig's body fell to the ground, lifeless. Vaen moved towards his old friend and dropped to his knees, shaking his head. "Damnit, Grig... Damnit."

Vaen pryed Grig's cutlass from his hands and forced it into the ground, screaming as loud as he can into the air. Those surrounding the incident could do nothing but watch. Brianha wanted to run to Vaen, but felt it best to stay where she was. He knew this, and appreciated her decision.

Vaen stood slowly and walked back to Brianha where he was embraced by her.

"He wanted an honorable death, Vaen. You gave that to him," Mave said as he placed a hand upon Vaen's shoulder. Vaen nodded in return.

"Come on, Vaen. You need to rest. Come with me to my house," Brianha said.

Vaen looked back at her, his eyes red from the salty tears. He nodded. Grabbing Grig's cutlass from the ground and brushing it off, Vaen recalled to Brianha's home to collect his thoughts, and to get some much needed rest.

"I'm sorry, Marcus, Grig. I wish there was some other way..."
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