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Clan Willbreakers

Spring, Turn 0: The Hottgug Festival

“I remember this place from when I was a mere child. I studied here under wise shaman who truly manifested with nature.” He let out a loud roar to his second as if to honor those men who had died. “It is good to see it still intact even after so long.” He shook his head before turning back to his Lieutenant, Freakshaw who stood taller than most of the orcs around and has been a valuable warrior to the chief-shaman. “Make sure our camp is secure and that we gather what we need while we’re here. Also make sure you and our best fighters compete within the games to gain us some honor. I must speak to Chief Jhatg of the Blackmaw clan.” The lieutenant made a low grunt in acknowledgement before the two headed their separate way.

He had known Chief Jhatg from previous Hottgug festivals, but even if he had not known him from before, the reputation that proceed him and the famed Blackmaw clan was more then enough of an introduction.

The Blackmaw camp was not a long walk away as much like the Willbreakers clan has been given close proximity out of respect so too was the Blackmaw clan. The two orcs outside the camp gave a slight growl toward the Chief-shaman but upon recognizing him specifically because of staff made out of the bones of his enemies with the the staff head being that of the former chief of the willbreakers. They nodded their head slightly and allowed him through.

“Ah Chief Jhatg, it is pleasant to see you well.” Bloodrider said to the chief who stood with his out among his orc brothers by the red markings along his body where he has been hit and still survived. The Chief turned with a snarl to Bloodrider before nodding as an apologize. “Chief-Shaman Bloodrider, you as well. Welcome once again to Huttgog.” Bloodrider nodded “Might we speak alone in your tent about the coming meeting?” Bloodrider said as he stepped closer. Chief Jhatg acknowledged and walked into his tent and sat down.  “What is it you wish to discuss brother?” The chief asked somewhat confused as while the two older chiefs had met they never truly spoke and it was a rare occasion. “I believe we have led without a warchief for too long the clans are disorganized and fight amongst each other that serves no good to anyone. I can think of no better orc then you yourself, having proven yourself in battle and I would be honored to support you. Should that time come this meeting which I fear it may.” Bloodrider said leaning on his staff as if he were an old man. Jhatg stood up immediately and beat his chest “You word support me? That is good news to hear brother I shall remember this, if there is anything you need or I may help with let me know.” Bloodrider shook his head “Please, it’s nothing and we both know in due time we may need one. Anyways I must return to my camp take care.” With that Chief Bloodrider returned to his game and await for the calling of the chieftans.
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