[center][color=darkblue][h2]Western Reaches[/h2]
[h3]Mirran Grasslands[/h3][/color]
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The grasslands of the west were once more lit ablaze as pluming towers of dark smoke filled the grey skies, the sounds of clashing steel, screams and bellowing roars filling the air, the very ground itself heavily stained with blood. It was a sign of the continued struggle between the Grogar Clans, in this instance, a myriad of smaller, weaker clans had united with the goal of challenging the most powerful clan in the region, Mazoga's Iron Legion. 

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Mazoga cleaved through his lessers with his broad sword, blood and viscera splattering in the air from the sheer brute force, Grogar lying dead and bisected, Mazoga briefly looking down with contempt as he rushed towards his next prey, a trio of hulking, malformed Stormborn were tearing through his troops. For even with all their strength and numbers, even the martialed warriors of the Iron Legion were no match for the unpredictable and abominable Stormborn. In a berserk rampage, the Stormborn stomped, crushed, and swept away all in their path, the Iron Legionaries standing against losing heart and broke formation as they scattered, running past their Warlord as he charged towards the beasts. 

Before the beasts took notice, Mazoga had leapt up high, his blade piercing the heart of one of the Stormborn as it let out an ear shattering roar. He turned to face his scattered warriors, even under his Steelhelm, they can feel his fury. "Cowards! All of you! You break before these abominations? You let such mistakes and their lesser masters get the better of you?!?" His pauses. "You are Iron Legion! Act like it! Crush these weaklings and show them your worth!!!" Without hesitation, Mazoga continued the charge, as he cleaved through the heels of one of the Stormborn, the monster falling to its knees, allowing an opening for the legionaries to dispatch their foe, for which they swiftly did as they swarmed the mutant, stabbing it repeatedly. 

The last beast was slain as a volley of arrows befell upon it, falling back first unto the ground. "Pathetic!" Mazoga roared out, as he left a trail of bodies in his wake. "Is this all you offer?!? Utterly Pathetic!!!!" Mazoga carried his own the carnage, the battle slowly dying down as the invading alliance had broken heart and fled. By the end of the day, the Iron Legion had secured another victory, keeping its place among the more powerful Clans of Western Aule.