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Sincere Congrats Zilog. Can't believe it took so long You've helped my little shammy many times, for that I thank you and hope to repay you.

How bout extending rewards even to players outside the clan? You say a crusher can recieve an official Skullcrusher Dabu through in-game mail right? What if we did the same for noncrushers? This might encourage good deeds across the Horde and promote the Skullcrusher reputation, as great role-players, to other guilds. Say a grunt from Trollhaus helped a grunt from the Crushers--Crusher sends props to Vol, Vol then sends official SC dabu to the grunt and maybe even to the grunt's warchief.

Welcome aboard! Yes Argent Dawn is the server we are on. After your warrior is 60 (in a few weeks), we are short on priests Good choice, this clan is the best

Agreed, thanks to Volonazra and the boot camp, the recruits seem to be good additions to da guild.

Da path be ruff. Me nub strong lik me shuud be. Me nub hav tu call un da Clan. Da Clan helped witnub callin. Umbadagumba, cum agh aid me agh gib me many guud potions agh weapons. Shaka praise Umbadagumba!

Smegugh’s Story Smegugh couldn’t see the ground for corpses. His clan, had ultimately fought their last losing battle in a campaign of being on the wrong side of slaughter after slaughter. His comrades’ bodies littered the field on the high mountain pass. Trained as a warrior, Smegugh had few kills for someone having been in so many battles. Following each fight, he always vowed to train even harder at his craft. The only exceptional talent he had was that for surviving. Countless times, Smegugh roamed the ruins of the battlefield, gashed, bones broken, flesh torn, looking down at fellow warriors who were dead with wounds less severe than his own. Slipping on some freshly spilled entrails, he was jarred from his daze and forced to take inventory. Left arm, broken. Punctured right shoulder and thigh. Right eye blinded with blood. He limped up to the edge of a ravine and looked down. More bodies strewn about. Then he saw them. Three wolves were tearing at the carcasses far below. It had always been his custom, upon seeing any wolf, to do his ritual of honor. Right forearm crosses head, “Bubhosh warg, honor me’s spirit.” Then he spit into the wind. A daze came back over him, and he saw something move far in the distance, he squinted at the sky. There, he thought he could see a ribbon of white flickering, slithering through the clouds. Suddenly, a clank of metal from behind, he turned to see the paladin, dressed in full plate, in mid swing with his two-handed mace. Smegugh was knocked over the lip of the ravine, tumbling down, broken arm flapping, trailing blood until stopping a fair distance away. He looked back and saw the paladin in slow pursuit of him, carefully climbing down the blood-soaked slope. Smegugh pulled himself up and refocused his attention on the sky to observe the ribbon shape again. As he looked up, what felt like a jarring to the back of the head caused images to flash before his eyes. He saw the long sleek body of a white dragon push closely pass him. Then he saw many faces of wolves. Then he saw the great mountain peak where he lived when he was young. In a flash, the visions ended. Looking back to the paladin, Smegugh was shocked to see him right on top of him again. The mace came down, a scimitar was raised in hopes of slowing the blow, but only shattered. Smegugh was knocked back down. Battered, Smegugh stuck his fingers into the dirt. Sparks rose from the ground like worms. He looked at the paladin, unexplicably, Smegugh knew what to do. He thrust out his hand. Lightning shot out and struck the paladin. The stream of energy writhed through the steel attire, cooking the human from the inside. This is how Smegugh laid down the axe of the warrior and picked up the staff of the shaman.

Datz uki, Rhoach, if latz need it, Smegugh wil grind fur latz.

Wolf, you are a rock star. Gimee, gimee.

Can someone enlighten me? Are there any clan rules to who is allowed to wear the clan's tabard? I am a low-level peon with little hope of having an extra gold for a long time, so this is purely for interest. Is the tabard an uniform or a mark of authority in the clan? Should only clan officers wear it as a mark of their superiority? Is it available to anyone who can afford it? Or, is it required that all clan members strive to get it asap? I just want to know, when I role play and see the clan tabard, should I slap the person on the back or grovel at their feet, or maybe grovel either way. OK, if you see me, prepare to be groveled! Whoever you are.

Um, orcs rule. Other races can't help but to feel subservient to us, cause we rule. We are better than ALL races. Look at the racial bonuses--our total beats all by a whopping 1 point! That shows that Blizzard loves us. Our lands, our architecture, and culture makes all others pale in comparison. Orcs are the rock stars of WOW. The blue-collared, punk rock, sewer worker rock stars, but nevertheless, rock stars. Do I even need to state the obvious about orcs being the most attractive creatures, especially our women, in the World? In closing, orcs rule.

You've got my support. Here's something I saw the other night. Some clan led an event where all the shamans gathered, turned into ghost wolf form, and then swarmed, in a huge wolf pack from Tauren Mill to Booty Bay, attacking Alliance on the way. I know our roster says we only have about 7 shamys, but it looked like fun, and maybe there's an idea in there for other classes too.

Smegugh is glad to be a new peon. He is a Vuduka, who skins and crafts leather. He chose Skullcrushers over the rest cause of Uglutz's, Grulg's and Rhoach's scribblez. Keep up the bubhosh work!