[center][h2][color=red]Clan Mawnsta[/color][/h2]

[b][u]Turn 0, The Hottgug Festival[/u][/b][/center]

It had been ages since the old Chief-Shaman had been a part of any festivities, not having been one to waste precious time on such fun and merriment. He sat in a hut which had been converted into what could be called a bar for the Hottgug, simply drinking as one would do in such an establishment. However his fun was disturbed by a pair of younguns who were flexing their muscles and inadvertently started a fight, Seereyes had seen this disturbance coming. It was only a matter of time before the entire bar would be fighting one another, as orcs do in this time. 

While it was fun to fight, Gozgum was not in the mood to fight such inexperienced fools who were not very much into the mystical side of nature like he was. The Orc shifted in his stool a bit before reaching for his dark, twisted metal staff and knocking one of the young orcs over the head with it. The one who was hit stumbled and hit the ground, now unconscious. His challenger roared in protest, “That was my challenge, old fool!” It seemed this one was clearly too drunk to realize he was talking to a chieftain of a clan, not any chieftain either, one with magical ability. 

With a sigh, he turned his hooded head towards the young orc with piercing milky white eyes and a long snow beard. He rose to his feet to meet the Orc who roared and attempted to throw a reckless punch, he sidestepped the punch and hit his challenger upside the head. It was a knockout. 

Gozgum couldn’t help but laughing at the two orc’s attempts to outclass him. He raised his drink into the air and roared, “To Hottgug and to a merry time more!” The shaman was met with cheers from all around the bar, entertained by the short fight and the toast from the chieftain. 

The shaman went on to finish his drink and went off to find the other chieftains, wanting to return to his homelands and plan.