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	[u][b]Gronar, Fabios Location:  Cenarius's Glade.-[/b][/u] Malfurion had actually just missed Gronar's reaction and realization as he was busy selecting a good enough branch with which he returned soon after to the orc. The druid just made an awkward smile at the orc." Well... you just have to imagine it. Imagine it real good, a weapon that you are most comfortable with. A weapon you've wielded for the longest time, imagine every inch of it, every nook and every curve." He explained as he held the branch in front of Gronar." Just place your hand on the branch and let your mind flow, your image of the weapon has to be as clear as possible, I will mold it into shape with my magic." Malfurion explained and got to work, closing his eyes to follow the image that was flowing into the treebranch from the warror's mind.

 	Under the work of the druid and the image of the warrior, the branch twisted, turned, it was changed off it's initial shape. It grew at parts and withdrew at others, until it's shape matched the weapon that Gronar had used for the longest of times until now. The greatsword... It was a spitting image of that weapon, just made out of wood. As good as replica it was as of shape, it was also lighter than the original weapon because it was not of metal, but of wood.

 	"Good." Cenarius's voice boomed as he walked over placing his hand on the wooden blade." I bestow my blessing upon this weapon. May it never break, may it never lose it's edge. It shall cut down evil wherever found. May the will of it's user empower it and it empowers it's user in return." The demigod said in booming voice as the blade was wrapped in a lively green light for a few moments before it finally returned to normal. Now Malfurion handed it over to the orc." Wield it well, warrior. You will find this weapon stronger than any steel for it now carries my blessing."

	And the weapon was completed just in time as the first Felhound burst into the clearing, and it jumped right at the demigot, who grabbed it's tendrils in midair and tore them off the body, before using his hooves to stamp the beast's head into mush, only to be jumped by another 2 felhounds who were charging at him. 

	Malfurion and Gronar weren't left lonely too, the druid had a felhound of his very own to deal with while the warrior had one jumping right at him, it's maw wide open to bite him.