Role

Chapter 12

After ransacking the Elven army with the group of Orcs she had found,
Pleebert was brought back to the Grinning Skull clan as a champion among
Orcs. Tossing her random armors found on the corpses of the fallen, they
dressed her decently and directed her towards Tremblefist's hut.

Entering the Hut, Pleebert's eyes were stung by the smell of rancid flesh and
smoke. As she went to open her mouth, she found nothing but silence escaping
it as the raw dark force that was Tremblefist stared directly at her. Pulling
a vial from his robes, he threw it at her. "Drink" his raspy voice commanded.
"Unleash the true fury of the Shig-ru".

Raising the brew to her lips and pouring the liquid into her mouth, her body
convulsed. All of her muscles contracted, causing her to fall on the floor
and seizure. Her mind, racked with the same pain as her body, suddenly felt a
new insight to her rage. That fire, that hate, that rage that had resided in
her before felt much more furious - It was engulfing every aspect of her
being.

"Rise now, Pleebert Pussgut" Tremblefist commanded, "You now wield da fury of
tha Shig-Ru. Make Thera shake in fear!".
Standing on shaky feet, Pleebert forced herself to speak
"Why..call.Pussg-", Pleebert vomited loudly and copiously on the ground.
"HAA HAA! Now you see why me is Clan Shaman." Tremblefist teased.

Leaving the Hut, Pleebert felt her strength and health renewed. That time in
torture had done nothing but strengthen her resolve and increase her rage.
Tremblefist, she knew, had just helped to unleash her inherent, but latent,
fury. She owed him for that. Now content with her adaptation, Pleebert
planned to bring Tremblefist a feast of tasty steaks from Dwarves, Elves, and
any other race she could find. The fury of the Grinning Skulls would become
known, and Pleebert planned to strike fear into the heart of every Theran to
meet that goal.