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The orc opened his bleary eyes and looked around. "OH SKAH!!" he thinks to himself. He thought he was going to be sleeping forever but something made him wake up, a smell, or maby some sound stirred him awake. Grundak Stretched, and started to move his stiff legs. It has been ages since they were in any motion, and he needed to get them going again. After a short walk and a few wall bumps later he emerged from his cave as the sun blinded his already straining eyes." SKAHIN BRYTE KRAP" He looked around and there was something familur, yet very diffrent about his surroundings. Grundak began wandering the lands and for 2 day he hid from the humans while looking for fellow orcs. On the afternoon of the 3rd day he found them, More orcs than he has seen in ages divided into 3 clans. 2 Clans he found living side by side in a valley that had an Orcish Stronghold dug into the mountain but they seemed not to notice Grundak at all, so he wanderd to a Fort he heard was nearby, and was greeted by an orc named Azog who welcomed him to the lands and called an elder to adopt this lost Orc into their clan. It was the Mighty Bloodclan Orcs he had heard stories about from long ago. Grundak was among his own kind once again, He was home.
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