The past of the Ironripper. Part 1

[Trangor]

The sun was rising beyond the horizon and a young Trangor, walked with an axe in his hand toward's an orcish warcamp. When he walked inside he was looked upon with joy. He thought by himself, it'll be over soon enough. He came before the barrack's were a large orc and two of his henchman looked to him and grinned. "Who are you, that you dare walk into our camp, gitt." The last word the orc spitted on the ground. "I am Trangor, I seek to join the Warsong Clan." The young orc spoke. "What?!? A gitt like you? Not over my cold dead body! Now get out!" The big orc was about to kick Trangor out but then he was stopped by an arm on his shoulder. "Every orc may have the chance to join us, if they earn it." A muscled chieftain stood behind him and looked at him with calm eyes. "Chieftain..!....Look at him he is not even at an age o-..." The orc couldn't finish the sentence as he looked in the eyes of the chieftain eyes. "Now young one....challenge any of the orcs here...dual him and win and you're place in the Warsong clan is accepted. Trangor looked around him, his eyes fell upon the big orc standing before him. "You....you fight me!" Trangor pointed at the big orc who held him from the barrack's. "Bah....very well....although there is no honour in this fight....I'll do it!"

The sun was beginning to drown behind the mountains of Draenor, Trangor was garbed in a small covered mail armor with an axe of the Warsong's in his hand. "Now gitt.....it's time to pay!" Trangor looked behind him as the enormous figure of the orc stood on the other side of the ring. The chieftain eyed both of them. "Begin!" He shouted and the camp became quiet. "Now you fill the might...of Grumkar!" The big orc shouted. He charged for Trangor who still looked at him. He dodged the charge and Grumkar fell over his feet. He took an chain from his belt and swinged it to Trangor. Trangor used the pointy edge of the heft of the axe to lock the chain into the ground. Grumkar pulled at it while Trangor pushed on the axe. When eventually Trangor let loose Grumkar pulled the chain to him which resulted in the axe following the chain and hitting Grumkar on the head. The big orc in heavy armour fell backward's with a loud yell. He looked around him for a weapon but he saw the figure of Trangor standing upon him. With one hand he took the armor plate of Grumkar with the other the mail piece on the other side and puled them with one swing  from eachother, the heavy muscled chest of Grumkar with countless scars lied before him, he took his axe and swung it on Grumkar, ending the orc his life immediatly. The camp became silent. The chieftain walked to Trangor and looked at him seriously while some orcs checked on Grumkar. "Seems like you won....welcome to the clan....Trangor Ironripper." The chieftain said and placed his hand on Trangor's Shoulder.

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