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I got bored so i rote a story, lets hear your thoughts on it :P, and it has no reflection on actualy era events, just some randomly made up stuff.

Far and wide he rode, with nout but his wolf, sword and the remnants of his depressed, disheartened army for company. He knew what he looked for, what he wanted, what he needed. He found them, or what was left of them, It was his long lost and forgotten kingdom, BrotherHood of The Wolf. For long this kingdom had fought, through up's and downs, better or worse, always together. But now, they were a mear scattered remanence off their once powerful selves.

Durza rode into Drawulf with what was left of his once powerful army which had set out to thrive, but had only found pain and suffering. In this city Lived Drakos king of the wolves, Durza's king. He and his son, Karac ran BoW with an iron Claw, they were fair, but strong.

For all his effort durza had failed upon his mission and he was dreadfully disappointed with himself, but even more so he had let his fellow wolves down. He has set out to find land for his damaged kingdom, to rebuild and prosper in, but in his entire journey he had only met enemies, harsh dreadful enemies, whom cost him many a priceless man.

Now with BoW scattered throughout the land and the main congregation being a mere few cities, action had to be taken, what arms were left had to be lifted. BoW would live for one last push, one last fight for the will to survive.

Durza new whom their enemies would be, as many time's before they had met on the battlefield. Now was the time for the wolf to assert themselves again. And so it was on the 422nd day of the era grumpyoldbastard they marched. They marched together, as one, as they always should be and always have been.
 
For many of those brave wolves, they knew it was their last march, for th enemy was greater in number and in truth better of arms. But this deterred them not.

A long and hard campaign was fought against these enemies, for long it lasted, for long it went on. This was the war of the wolves. The war raged back and fore, men and entire cities lsot to each side. But then it fell, to a last stand for those brave wolves. This battle of Lachtire it was named, for long it was remembered. The battle raged for days, both sides giving no quarter, until the glorious day arrived, they day the wolves banished all fear and rode to victory over their enemies.

For long after the end of the war BoW prospered and grew. But time grew thin, for the era was nearing it's end. Durza had, had a son in these fruitful days, and had christened him Durza the Wolfbrother. Durza new his son would have his chance to shine in the future, for after all of these glory days trouble was again brewing amongst their enemies.

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i write stories wen im bored sumtimes but never on the comp cos anythin electrical on like tv or comp or anythin just makes it hard for me to concentrate