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I have spent many years on War3 and made many friends. This is my way of paying it forward from the times when I was struggling with school, low paying job, and stress. sG has been a great place for me to unwind. Now I got a job that allows me to be able to be generous once in awhile. Thanks for the good time.

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I have spent many years on War3 and made many friends. This is my way of paying it forward from the times when I was struggling with school, low paying job, and stress. sG has been a great place for me to unwind. Now I got a job that allows me to be able to be generous once in awhile. Thanks for the good time.

Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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I have spent many years on War3 and made many friends. This is my way of paying it forward from the times when I was struggling with school, low paying job, and stress. sG has been a great place for me to unwind. Now I got a job that allows me to be able to be generous once in awhile. Thanks for the good time.

Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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I have spent many years on War3 and made many friends. This is my way of paying it forward from the times when I was struggling with school, low paying job, and stress. sG has been a great place for me to unwind. Now I got a job that allows me to be able to be generous once in awhile. Thanks for the good time.

Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Thanks for the support,
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Thank you, SmugJack for your donation of 500.00 USD!
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Ogres have one rule: the strong survive and the weak die. One Ogre was considered the weakest of his tribe and he was nameless. The tribe was named Grommel and they had a rite of passage to earn their names. The ogre had tried twice without success. If he fails one last time, he would be killed because strength is everything. The rite of passage consists of two parts. First, the initiate must survive the wilderness for three days with nothing but his own strength. If he returns before the time has passed he would be slain or banished. The second part is the initiate must do battle with a Devilsaur (a Devilsaur is a monstrous beast that resembles a dinosaur). The initiate may only bring what he has collected from the wilderness. The unnamed ogre had retreated twice from the Devilsaur. The ogre had one chance to regain his honor and gain his name.
 
    The elder ogre had called a clan meeting on the summer solstice to perform the rite. The elder ogre spoke to the crowd "Who among you is willing to sponsor this whelp?" The unnamed ogre tried to put on a ferocious face to inspire anyone to take up the title of his sponsor but it was clear who it would be. One ogre stepped forward and shouted "I will sponsor him!" The ogre's name was Chu'Vak. "If you sponsor this whelp again, you will share his punishment for failure," the elder replied. "I believe he has more power than any of these pathetic lot," spat Chu'Vak. The crowed was then in uproar.  Cries of rage and insults were thrown at the unnamed ogre but not at Chu'Vak, for he was the strongest of the tribe. The elder then raised his voice "Silence!," he looked at Chu'Vak "Very well. You will sponsor his rite of passage. This meeting is over, return to your posts." The crowd then dispersed and Chu'Vak approached the unnamed ogre. "What have you done. You know I cannot do this," whispered the unnamed ogre. "I would not sponsor you if you were not able to become named," said Chu'Vak, he smiled and gestured to the unnamed ogre "Let us begin."
 
    The unnamed ogre was stripped of his possessions and was granted only a loincloth. He was then cast into the expansive forest wilderness. "What good am I? I can't do anything besides toss logs into Chu'Vak's forge," muttered the unnamed ogre. Chu'Vak was the not only the strongest ogre of the tribe but he was also the blacksmith. He created the weapons used by the entire tribe. The unnamed ogre then proceeded to pick up rocks he found to hunt game. He found a lone stag in a clearing trying to feed on some grass that had managed to grow. The unnamed ogre stood up and threw one of the rocks. The rock hit at the upper neck region of the stag. The rock not only hit with enough force to kill the stag instantly but to actually pierce through the other side and smash into the tree behind it. The unnamed ogre was quite surprised. "I didn't hit it that hard," he thought. He grumbled because now the rest of the herd will have scattered due to the sound. At least the stag was large enough to survive the whole three days unlike the last two attempts of the rite. He gathered his prize and got to work on making two fire pits. One of the pits would be use for warmth and cooking some of the meat. The second pit would be used for smoking and curing the rest of the meat. "I do not understand why this is the hardest part of the rite of passage," thought the unnamed ogre. "I can kill game without problem and find suitable weapons for other ogres to use in the fight. So why do the others complain about the first part of the rite?" The unnamed ogre pondered this question for the rest of the day while happily eating his kill and drinking from the nearby spring.
 
     The next day came and the ogre began to come up with his strategy. "I cannot wield the heavy weapons like other ogres, so how am I going to kill the beast?" His first attempt, he tried to wield a giant club. The club was to heavy for him to swing and dodge the mighty Devilsaur's attacks. His second attempt he used a smaller club but the club could not break through the massive armored scales of the beast. The ogre then began to think on what Chu'Vak told him. When Chu'Vak pulled him aside before the rite he asked the ogre:
 
"Do you remember the day you almost ruined my forge?"
 
"I remember you almost killed me when you broke out in furious rage."
 
"But, do you remember what caused it?"
 
"I was working on two throw-able objects that could obstruct our enemies vision."
 
"Yes, maybe you can try to use that in battle."
  
     The unnamed ogre smiled, because now the answer was obvious. He would use his precision of rock throwing and his ingenuity of creating devices to defeat the Devilsaur. "Thank you master," whispered the ogre. He set out to gather supplies for the upcoming battle. First, he gather five large rocks that were as big as his head. Then he gathered several piles of guano and magnesium rocks. The big rocks he crushed into powder and then it coated in a cement mixture. The result would be a hard shell with a grey rock powder inside. He set the rocks aside to harden before tomorrow. Next, he took the bat guano and some of the wood ashes he was collecting and boiled the mixture. He then took the magnesium rocks and grounded them into a powder. He finally took the mixture he had been making, which is now known as potassium nitrate, and combined it with the magnesium mixture. He used the stag hide he had been saving to wrap the mixture with flint rock into pouches. He then waited until the final day.
 
    The day of the hunt had arrived. He returned to the village with his back pack of rocks. As he approached the entrance the guards laughed because they thought he had been unsuccessful at claiming a prize to defeat his last trial. The laughter was cut short when Chu'Vak arrived. Chu'Vak glared at the guards but said nothing. "Are you ready young one?" Chu'Vak asked shifting his gaze back to the ogre. The ogre nodded and they were on their way to the land of the Devilsaurs. Along the journey the unnamed ogre picked up smooth, round stones he found on the road. When they finally arrived, Chu'Vak sat on a hill, and gestured. "That is the one you will kill," he pointed at the largest Devilsaur. The unnamed ogre was taken aback, the first two rites, Chu'Vak told him to fight the smallest of the pack. But now the unnamed ogre would have to kill the Alpha male? The unnamed ogre regained his composure and nodded. The ogre started down the hill towards the Devilsaur.
 
     The closer he got the more intimidated the unnamed ogre got. But this was the moment he would be able to claim his rightful place in the tribe. He laid his pack on the ground and steeled himself for combat. He laid out the rocks he gathered in row in front of him. First, he started by picking up a smooth stone. He then threw it with all his might at one of the legs of the Devilsaur. The Devilsaur roared with enough volume to shake the ground. The ogre again was surprised on how much damage he had dealt. "It is bleeding from a wound at this distance?" he thought. The Devilsaur then noticed what feeble being had attacked it. The Devilsaur roared once again and began charging the ogre. However, the first step it took caused the beast to stumble, but the mighty beast recovered and started the charge again, albeit slower. The ogre then grabbed his powder stones and threw them into the indents in the plains. The stones exploded and dispersed a smoke of grey that covered the holes. The beast attempted to charge through the smoke but it stepped into the holes causing the beast to fall bringing its head down. The ogre then threw his flash stones. The flash stones hit the top of the head of the beast. The stones exploded causing bright lights to appear right in the front of the beast's eyes. The beast threw back its head in pain the beast now stood still with its head flung back. This was the moment the ogre had been waiting for. He threw all his smooth stones as fast as he could. Each of the deadly projectiles found its mark below the chin where the beast had no armored scales. The projectiles penetrated the soft under tissue of the throat and continued upwards pass the jaw. The beast stopped its painful thrashing because stone had struck the brain of the beast and it fell to the ground dead. The battle had been won. The ogre looked back to his master, who stood up and bellowed a victory cry.
 
      The two ogres came back to the village three days later. The elder was outside to meet them. The elder spoke "Any longer and we would have presumed you two had ran from the challenge." Chu'Vak grunted "Do you think I would run? No, I came back with my pupil's prize: the head of a Devilsaur alpha!" The ogres that had rushed out were astonished. The only person to kill a Devilsaur alpha during the rite was the elder himself. "It took us too long to drag the beast's head back for us to return in the same day!" scoffed Chu'Vak. "Very well, with this impressive display have you come with a proper name for your pupil?" the elder said with an impressed face. "I have. His name shall be Gro'Vak the Stone Thrower and he is the mightiest warrior of the tribe!" yelled Chu'Vak. Gro'Vak was then surrounded by the village who congratulated him and offered him tokens so that he may appreciate this legendary day. Gro'Vak would later become the elder one day for he was the strongest of his tribe.

Ogres have one rule: the strong survive and the weak die. One Ogre was considered the weakest of his tribe and he was nameless. The tribe was named Grommel and they had a rite of passage to earn their names. The ogre had tried twice without success. If he fails one last time, he would be killed because strength is everything. The rite of passage consists of two parts. First, the initiate must survive the wilderness for three days with nothing but his own strength. If he returns before the time has passed he would be slain or banished. The second part is the initiate must do battle with a Devilsaur (a Devilsaur is a monstrous beast that resembles a dinosaur). The initiate may only bring what he has collected from the wilderness. The unnamed ogre had retreated twice from the Devilsaur. The ogre had one chance to regain his honor and gain his name.
 
    The elder ogre had called a clan meeting on the summer solstice to perform the rite. The elder ogre spoke to the crowd "Who among you is willing to sponsor this whelp?" The unnamed ogre tried to put on a ferocious face to inspire anyone to take up the title of his sponsor but it was clear who it would be. One ogre stepped forward and shouted "I will sponsor him!" The ogre's name was Chu'Vak. "If you sponsor this whelp again, you will share his punishment for failure," the elder replied. "I believe he has more power than any of these pathetic lot," spat Chu'Vak. The crowed was then in uproar.  Cries of rage and insults were thrown at the unnamed ogre but not at Chu'Vak, for he was the strongest of the tribe. The elder then raised his voice "Silence!," he looked at Chu'Vak "Very well. You will sponsor his rite of passage. This meeting is over, return to your posts." The crowd then dispersed and Chu'Vak approached the unnamed ogre. "What have you done. You know I cannot do this," whispered the unnamed ogre. "I would not sponsor you if you were not able to become named," said Chu'Vak, he smiled and gestured to the unnamed ogre "Let us begin."
 
    The unnamed ogre was stripped of his possessions and was granted only a loincloth. He was then cast into the expansive forest wilderness. "What good am I? I can't do anything besides toss logs into Chu'Vak's forge," muttered the unnamed ogre. Chu'Vak was the not only the strongest ogre of the tribe but he was also the blacksmith. He created the weapons used by the entire tribe. The unnamed ogre then proceeded to pick up rocks he found to hunt game. He found a lone stag in a clearing trying to feed on some grass that had managed to grow. The unnamed ogre stood up and threw one of the rocks. The rock hit at the upper neck region of the stag. The rock not only hit with enough force to kill the stag instantly but to actually pierce through the other side and smash into the tree behind it. The unnamed ogre was quite surprised. "I didn't hit it that hard," he thought. He grumbled because now the rest of the herd will have scattered due to the sound. At least the stag was large enough to survive the whole three days unlike the last two attempts of the rite. He gathered his prize and got to work on making two fire pits. One of the pits would be use for warmth and cooking some of the meat. The second pit would be used for smoking and curing the rest of the meat. "I do not understand why this is the hardest part of the rite of passage," thought the unnamed ogre. "I can kill game without problem and find suitable weapons for other ogres to use in the fight. So why do the others complain about the first part of the rite?" The unnamed ogre pondered this question for the rest of the day while happily eating his kill and drinking from the nearby spring.
 
     The next day came and the ogre began to come up with his strategy. "I cannot wield the heavy weapons like other ogres, so how am I going to kill the beast?" His first attempt, he tried to wield a giant club. The club was to heavy for him to swing and dodge the mighty Devilsaur's attacks. His second attempt he used a smaller club but the club could not break through the massive armored scales of the beast. The ogre then began to think on what Chu'Vak told him. When Chu'Vak pulled him aside before the rite he asked the ogre:
 
"Do you remember the day you almost ruined my forge?"
 
"I remember you almost killed me when you broke out in furious rage."
 
"But, do you remember what caused it?"
 
"I was working on two throw-able objects that could obstruct our enemies vision."
 
"Yes, maybe you can try to use that in battle."
  
     The unnamed ogre smiled, because now the answer was obvious. He would use his precision of rock throwing and his ingenuity of creating devices to defeat the Devilsaur. "Thank you master," whispered the ogre. He set out to gather supplies for the upcoming battle. First, he gather five large rocks that were as big as his head. Then he gathered several piles of guano and magnesium rocks. The big rocks he crushed into powder and then it coated in a cement mixture. The result would be a hard shell with a grey rock powder inside. He set the rocks aside to harden before tomorrow. Next, he took the bat guano and some of the wood ashes he was collecting and boiled the mixture. He then took the magnesium rocks and grounded them into a powder. He finally took the mixture he had been making, which is now known as potassium nitrate, and combined it with the magnesium mixture. He used the stag hide he had been saving to wrap the mixture with flint rock into pouches. He then waited until the final day.
 
    The day of the hunt had arrived. He returned to the village with his back pack of rocks. As he approached the entrance the guards laughed because they thought he had been unsuccessful at claiming a prize to defeat his last trial. The laughter was cut short when Chu'Vak arrived. Chu'Vak glared at the guards but said nothing. "Are you ready young one?" Chu'Vak asked shifting his gaze back to the ogre. The ogre nodded and they were on their way to the land of the Devilsaurs. Along the journey the unnamed ogre picked up smooth, round stones he found on the road. When they finally arrived, Chu'Vak sat on a hill, and gestured. "That is the one you will kill," he pointed at the largest Devilsaur. The unnamed ogre was taken aback, the first two rites, Chu'Vak told him to fight the smallest of the pack. But now the unnamed ogre would have to kill the Alpha male? The unnamed ogre regained his composure and nodded. The ogre started down the hill towards the Devilsaur.
 
     The closer he got the more intimidated the unnamed ogre got. But this was the moment he would be able to claim his rightful place in the tribe. He laid his pack on the ground and steeled himself for combat. He laid out the rocks he gathered in row in front of him. First, he started by picking up a smooth stone. He then threw it with all his might at one of the legs of the Devilsaur. The Devilsaur roared with enough volume to shake the ground. The ogre again was surprised on how much damage he had dealt. "It is bleeding from a wound at this distance?" he thought. The Devilsaur then noticed what feeble being had attacked it. The Devilsaur roared once again and began charging the ogre. However, the first step it took caused the beast to stumble, but the mighty beast recovered and started the charge again, albeit slower. The ogre then grabbed his powder stones and threw them into the indents in the plains. The stones exploded and dispersed a smoke of grey that covered the holes. The beast attempted to charge through the smoke but it stepped into the holes causing the beast to fall bringing its head down. The ogre then threw his flash stones. The flash stones hit the top of the head of the beast. The stones exploded causing bright lights to appear right in the front of the beast's eyes. The beast threw back its head in pain the beast now stood still with its head flung back. This was the moment the ogre had been waiting for. He threw all his smooth stones as fast as he could. Each of the deadly projectiles found its mark below the chin where the beast had no armored scales. The projectiles penetrated the soft under tissue of the throat and continued upwards pass the jaw. The beast stopped its painful thrashing because stone had struck the brain of the beast and it fell to the ground dead. The battle had been won. The ogre looked back to his master, who stood up and bellowed a victory cry.
 
      The two ogres came back to the village three days later. The elder was outside to meet them. The elder spoke "Any longer and we would have presumed you two had ran from the challenge." Chu'Vak grunted "Do you think I would run? No, I came back with my pupil's prize: the head of a Devilsaur alpha!" The ogres that had rushed out were astonished. The only person to kill a Devilsaur alpha during the rite was the elder himself. "It took us too long to drag the beast's head back for us to return in the same day!" scoffed Chu'Vak. "Very well, with this impressive display have you come with a proper name for your pupil?" the elder said with an impressed face. "I have. His name shall be Gro'Vak the Stone Thrower and he is the mightiest warrior of the tribe!" yelled Chu'Vak. Gro'Vak was then surrounded by the village who congratulated him and offered him tokens so that he may appreciate this legendary day. Gro'Vak would later become the elder one day for he was the strongest of his tribe.

Ogres have one rule: the strong survive and the weak die. One Ogre was considered the weakest of his tribe and he was nameless. The tribe was named Grommel and they had a rite of passage to earn their names. The ogre had tried twice without success. If he fails one last time, he would be killed because strength is everything. The rite of passage consists of two parts. First, the initiate must survive the wilderness for three days with nothing but his own strength. If he returns before the time has passed he would be slain or banished. The second part is the initiate must do battle with a Devilsaur (a Devilsaur is a monstrous beast that resembles a dinosaur). The initiate may only bring what he has collected from the wilderness. The unnamed ogre had retreated twice from the Devilsaur. The ogre had one chance to regain his honor and gain his name.
 
    The elder ogre had called a clan meeting on the summer solstice to perform the rite. The elder ogre spoke to the crowd "Who among you is willing to sponsor this whelp?" The unnamed ogre tried to put on a ferocious face to inspire anyone to take up the title of his sponsor but it was clear who it would be. One ogre stepped forward and shouted "I will sponsor him!" The ogre's name was Chu'Vak. "If you sponsor this whelp again, you will share his punishment for failure," the elder replied. "I believe he has more power than any of these pathetic lot," spat Chu'Vak. The crowed was then in uproar.  Cries of rage and insults were thrown at the unnamed ogre but not at Chu'Vak, for he was the strongest of the tribe. The elder then raised his voice "Silence!," he looked at Chu'Vak "Very well. You will sponsor his rite of passage. This meeting is over, return to your posts." The crowd then dispersed and Chu'Vak approached the unnamed ogre. "What have you done. You know I cannot do this," whispered the unnamed ogre. "I would not sponsor you if you were not able to become named," said Chu'Vak, he smiled and gestured to the unnamed ogre "Let us begin."
 
    The unnamed ogre was stripped of his possessions and was granted only a loincloth. He was then cast into the expansive forest wilderness. "What good am I? I can't do anything besides toss logs into Chu'Vak's forge," muttered the unnamed ogre. Chu'Vak was the not only the strongest ogre of the tribe but he was also the blacksmith. He created the weapons used by the entire tribe. The unnamed ogre then proceeded to pick up rocks he found to hunt game. He found a lone stag in a clearing trying to feed on some grass that had managed to grow. The unnamed ogre stood up and threw one of the rocks. The rock hit at the upper neck region of the stag. The rock not only hit with enough force to kill the stag instantly but to actually pierce through the other side and smash into the tree behind it. The unnamed ogre was quite surprised. "I didn't hit it that hard," he thought. He grumbled because now the rest of the herd will have scattered due to the sound. At least the stag was large enough to survive the whole three days unlike the last two attempts of the rite. He gathered his prize and got to work on making two fire pits. One of the pits would be use for warmth and cooking some of the meat. The second pit would be used for smoking and curing the rest of the meat. "I do not understand why this is the hardest part of the rite of passage," thought the unnamed ogre. "I can kill game without problem and find suitable weapons for other ogres to use in the fight. So why do the others complain about the first part of the rite?" The unnamed ogre pondered this question for the rest of the day while happily eating his kill and drinking from the nearby spring.
 
     The next day came and the ogre began to come up with his strategy. "I cannot wield the heavy weapons like other ogres, so how am I going to kill the beast?" His first attempt, he tried to wield a giant club. The club was to heavy for him to swing and dodge the mighty Devilsaur's attacks. His second attempt he used a smaller club but the club could not break through the massive armored scales of the beast. The ogre then began to think on what Chu'Vak told him. When Chu'Vak pulled him aside before the rite he asked the ogre:
 
"Do you remember the day you almost ruined my forge?"
 
"I remember you almost killed me when you broke out in furious rage."
 
"But, do you remember what caused it?"
 
"I was working on two throw-able objects that could obstruct our enemies vision."
 
"Yes, maybe you can try to use that in battle."
  
     The unnamed ogre smiled, because now the answer was obvious. He would use his precision of rock throwing and his ingenuity of creating devices to defeat the Devilsaur. "Thank you master," whispered the ogre. He set out to gather supplies for the upcoming battle. First, he gather five large rocks that were as big as his head. Then he gathered several piles of guano and magnesium rocks. The big rocks he crushed into powder and then it coated in a cement mixture. The result would be a hard shell with a grey rock powder inside. He set the rocks aside to harden before tomorrow. Next, he took the bat guano and some of the wood ashes he was collecting and boiled the mixture. He then took the magnesium rocks and grounded them into a powder. He finally took the mixture he had been making, which is now known as potassium nitrate, and combined it with the magnesium mixture. He used the stag hide he had been saving to wrap the mixture with flint rock into pouches. He then waited until the final day.
 
    The day of the hunt had arrived. He returned to the village with his back pack of rocks. As he approached the entrance the guards laughed because they thought he had been unsuccessful at claiming a prize to defeat his last trial. The laughter was cut short when Chu'Vak arrived. Chu'Vak glared at the guards but said nothing. "Are you ready young one?" Chu'Vak asked shifting his gaze back to the ogre. The ogre nodded and they were on their way to the land of the Devilsaurs. Along the journey the unnamed ogre picked up smooth, round stones he found on the road. When they finally arrived, Chu'Vak sat on a hill, and gestured. "That is the one you will kill," he pointed at the largest Devilsaur. The unnamed ogre was taken aback, the first two rites, Chu'Vak told him to fight the smallest of the pack. But now the unnamed ogre would have to kill the Alpha male? The unnamed ogre regained his composure and nodded. The ogre started down the hill towards the Devilsaur.
 
     The closer he got the more intimidated the unnamed ogre got. But this was the moment he would be able to claim his rightful place in the tribe. He laid his pack on the ground and steeled himself for combat. He laid out the rocks he gathered in row in front of him. First, he started by picking up a smooth stone. He then threw it with all his might at one of the legs of the Devilsaur. The Devilsaur roared with enough volume to shake the ground. The ogre again was surprised on how much damage he had dealt. "It is bleeding from a wound at this distance?" he thought. The Devilsaur then noticed what feeble being had attacked it. The Devilsaur roared once again and began charging the ogre. However, the first step it took caused the beast to stumble, but the mighty beast recovered and started the charge again, albeit slower. The ogre then grabbed his powder stones and threw them into the indents in the plains. The stones exploded and dispersed a smoke of grey that covered the holes. The beast attempted to charge through the smoke but it stepped into the holes causing the beast to fall bringing its head down. The ogre then threw his flash stones. The flash stones hit the top of the head of the beast. The stones exploded causing bright lights to appear right in the front of the beast's eyes. The beast threw back its head in pain the beast now stood still with its head flung back. This was the moment the ogre had been waiting for. He threw all his smooth stones as fast as he could. Each of the deadly projectiles found its mark below the chin where the beast had no armored scales. The projectiles penetrated the soft under tissue of the throat and continued upwards pass the jaw. The beast stopped its painful thrashing because stone had struck the brain of the beast and it fell to the ground dead. The battle had been won. The ogre looked back to his master, who stood up and bellowed a victory cry.
 
      The two ogres came back to the village three days later. The elder was outside to meet them. The elder spoke "Any longer and we would have presumed you two had ran from the challenge." Chu'Vak grunted "Do you think I would run? No, I came back with my pupil's prize: the head of a Devilsaur alpha!" The ogres that had rushed out were astonished. The only person to kill a Devilsaur alpha during the rite was the elder himself. "It took us too long to drag the beast's head back for us to return in the same day!" scoffed Chu'Vak. "Very well, with this impressive display have you come with a proper name for your pupil?" the elder said with an impressed face. "I have. His name shall be Gro'Vak the Stone Thrower and he is the mightiest warrior of the tribe!" yelled Chu'Vak. Gro'Vak was then surrounded by the village who congratulated him and offered him tokens so that he may appreciate this legendary day. Gro'Vak would later become the elder one day for he was the strongest of his tribe.