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[Grishnak da Orc Chief]

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Name: Grishnak

Gender: Male (willing to prove it to any interested femmies)

Race: ORC!

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Date of Birth: 16 Jan 99

City of Origin: Trinsic

City of Residence: Grishnakopolis

Email: leecptinf@aol.com

Title: Chieftain of the Stormreaver Clan

Guild: Stormreaver Orc Clan (we're a CLAN, not a GUILD! Pugdung)

Webpage: www.atlantic-orcs.org

Descendants: none living

Appearance:

A large, tattered eared Orc with one broken lower tusk and large belly straining his soiled ringmail tunic.

Origins and History:

In the beginning, Grishnak was a homeless Runt. Birthed to a wretched existance in the forests around Trinsic, he learned early on to avoid the sound of approaching Men. Hounded and hunted by the inhabitants of Trinsic, he soon journied north to the more cosmopolitan Britain. Grishnak found a living, of sorts: rooting in the trash heaps for food, avoiding the sharp sticks and thrown rocks of the Men children. He would curse when Men in shining armor riding horses would spur past him on the road, shouting epithets and sometimes striking him with their swords. One day, after being knocked into the muck along the side of the road, Grishnak rose up and swore everlasting hatered of Men. Setting out for the mountians to the west, chased off by farmers defending livestock against a hungry wretch, and seeking shelter in damp caves, Grishnak found a pass through the mountains that eventually led him to the sea.

Wandering the wilderness, Grishnak found an old Orc fort, fallen in much disrepair, occupied by scrawny and ignorant Orcs. Defeating the leader of this band, Grishnak laid the ClanStone and claimed for himself the mantel of Chieftain and declared a rebirth of the Orcish Nation.

Noteable Accomplishments:
Conquest of Yew
Raizing of Cove
Bombing and Burning of the Mage Tower Academy
Raid of Santa Claus's Castle
Kidnapping of Cyan
Destruction of the Elvish Kingdom
General raiding and mayham
Terrorizing the peaceloving peoples of the realm

Most memorable event:

Standing before the silent formation of Orcs, 50 deep with cavalry and scouts deployed before the first battle for Yew and realizing they stretched out of sight both left and right.
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