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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Loonook" data-source="post: 5813179" data-attributes="member: 1861">The Band of the Burnt Bones -Twenty years ago and the village of Fallen Log has been reclaimed by nature.  The former ranger's outpost known for its timber trade in the sparsely-populated mountain reach was where the Slaughterer first gained his name.  During the winter where mothers lost children to the wandering fever led to starvation across the land, but Fallen Log's folk were well-protected.  Timber barons kept small cottages in the reaches around the city for sporting, and noblemen were known to come from leagues around to seek the trade in the finest mountain woods and herbs scarce in anywhere save these ranges.  The Tribe of Pious Strangark suffered along.  The group was decimated by the first break in the season, and the sons of the tribe's warrior chieftain sought his claim.  Summoning tribal scouts and beastly wanderers from the uplands he began to make his claim.  Grondik and Gornok Coldborn, twin orc harriers, began to seek their iron in raiding small outposts and encampments, and grew in power but needed the ripe plum of Fallen Log to seal their fate.The battle was wholesale destruction.  When Grondik fell his father called the elder twin back to the reach with his captives with a missive . . . but Gornok refused his call.  Stealing into the city he his most important captive: the fair daughter of the baron's freehold knight.  In the spring the folk of Fallen Logs were gone, and Gornok returned to Strangark's camp with the wealth of the city and the skulls of a half-hundred warriors of Fallen Log.  Gornok also bore back his whelp, a fair-haired pale misery of a half-orc who has proven to be the prodigy his father's holdings needed.  There are rumors of the strange tastes of the Band, and one only need to go to Fallen Log and see the horror of their final gift to the village: a twisted pyre of burnt bone and steel, welded into the shape of the Orc warrior's holy father.  When one looks closer they see the bones broken, marrow drawn, and the large clay pots begin to take a new meaning.---Ehh, it's just what I got off of Gornok the Slaughterer in a short period, but I do like the name <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />.Slainte,-Loonook.</blockquote>

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