Within the tent of our chieftian resides an array of weapons. These trophy's symbolise the revered fallen, those who made the ultimate sacrafice in the name of out tribe, our race and our horde, long may they be remembered.
This Clenched fist is fashioned of pure stone, baring the marks of many battles and hardships. Though its wielder may have been handi-crpped by having only one hand, he was resourceful and resilient in his efforts, cunning and courageous in the use of his tools. long may he who fell in fell in the western plaguelands be remember. Aged he may have been, but his mind forever agile, and swift.
Gnash Stronghand (the senior).
Brave Stronghand fell in battle against an ettin in the twilight highlands, his courage ensured the survival of a wounded shaman and the tribe as a whole as they rescued their kidnapped sister. Felled by mighty blows, the axe he left behind is a cosntant reminder that courage despite past grievances and sorrow will overcome all odds, and boudnary's. Rest well brave brother.
The staff of the redeemer remains a reminder to our tribe of times when our race as a whole revered the spirits in a time long gone. those the old days may have passed, Regorn honoured the old ways all the same, standing up for them against other view points and darker perceptions. His staff remains with us, a tool of healing for our High Blade Thur'ruk. May Regorn smile on us with pride as he see's the woudned tended well by that which he left behind. He knew his time well, and went to it as the Ancestors and spirits bid it, we shall miss you brother.