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[Leshok Majere]

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It started as just another normal night at the church, when Leshok saw a group of Orcs, with Vaen approach the church



It wasn't long before Leshok found out they were there to take Stormhaven, and destroy it, severley out numbered Leshok tried to fight them off.



Leshok was powerless to stop them as they burnt the church to the ground,and staked claim to the kingdom in the name of the clan



After the chaos was over, it was all Leshok could do but sift through the ashes of his home, and weep for Stormhaven.



As Leshok gathered what he could, and rode away from the ruins of his old home with tears in his eyes all he could say was "I'll avenge you Stormhaven"
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...

[Grig'nag da Mojo]

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"Business" had kept Grig'nag away at the time, but he had taken part in preparation. As the attacking Orcs made way back to the Orc Fort, their war crys sounding of victory, Grig'nag thought back over the times he had been apart of, when he had fought his own battles against the Stormguard.

Arriving at the still smoking ashes of the once proud city, Grig looked around in a decidely somber state. While he felt the pride in a type of victory rarely gained by the Orcs in this era... the utter destruction of a foe... a hint of sadness moved within him.

In an instant he remembered his days as a runt, when he had followed E'mun to Stormhaven, and had left with a guard of Stormpugs swinging their blades at his heels. He remembered when the Stormpugs had been busy with other matters and so a party of orc had taken over the place for the night, drinken to perfect excess, and then unloaded it (a few hours later) on the Stormguard stone. Only recently had they gotten that smell out, Grig noted to himself with a grin. Through the stories of the Elders he remembered the great battle between Stormhave and the Stormweavers. Of the mighty battles between the brutal and cunning orcs against the valiant and powerful Stormguard. In Grig'nag's mind he stood on hallowed ground. There may have been greater foes to the clan then the Stormguards had ever been, but nevertheless these were the greatest of them in Grig's mind.

As he continued to look over the ashes, memories still flowing back he became aware of a tear rolling down his cheek. He whiped it away immediately, not wanting anyone to see. As his mind came back to the present he turned to face the Stormhave Citidel directly. There would never be a foe that Grig'nag could or would ever respect as much as the warriors of Stormhaven. They were the only ones that deserved this final show of gratitude for all they had given, in their own bloody way, to the Stormweavers. Facing the ruins, he raised his paw against his chest in the standard motion of a salute.

"Gar Sturmguards... ju will beh wemembahed."

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With that, Grig'nag remounted his ethereal Ostard and rode away... and with him rode the myth and legend... of Stormhaven.
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Femmies?! Howwah!!

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