Tales from The Earthfury Clan

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Winter in the Alterac Mountains. It was always Winter here, atleast higher up in the peaks. Two Orcs of medium build were sparring their skills with the axe and shield. It seemed like one had the advantage but the other would only strike mocking blows, Taunts. It continued for ten minutes more until a larger more fiercer Orc headed over and brought the lessers to their feet. They were merely adolescents, practicing as was Orc tradition. The larger Orc was their father.. his name was Borgut Facesmasher, renowned Wolf Rider of the Frostwolf Clan. His two sons, Durosan and Dergut, were practicing to be like their father.. skilled in many ways. They had achieved much, passing tests of strength, courage, honour and even taming their own Wolves as a mount. Dergut was obviously the weaker of the two. Soon after birth his right arm had withered for unknown reasons. Stories had told of a Troll Witchdocter who could heal such disfigurements, but he lived far to the west and over the seas in Kalimdor. Dergut would spend time wondering if he would ever reach Kalimdor to meet with the Troll, but this time would be wasted rather than using it to build up his strength like Durosan.
The two brothers had met to discuss Dergut's failing career as a Wolf Rider later that night.
"What do you want from me Brother.. I cannot achieve what Father wishes with this Arm!"
"Then leave! Go into Exile.. You must atleast try, then Father can be proud of you. He isn't blind.. he knows of your Arm"
"Durosan, I know I have not been much of a Wolf Rider.. or of a Frostwolf Clansmen these past months.. but I have found a solution that can help my arm!"
"Brother, not another ploy"
"Ploy?? I am trying to become like You.. and Father..Durosan.. please. Help me visit this Witchdocter I have heard about... help me travel to Kalimdor"
"What?! Brother are you mad!.. you'd never be allowed to return to the Clan"
"Then I will find my future elsewhere..."
((Will be continued))