Role

Chapter 1

Howls permeated the air, and stomps of iron-clad feet caused the earth to
rumble. The thick smell of burning furs and cloth caused Gutulk's teenage (if
one can call an Orc a teenager) nose to wrinkle in distaste, and the ashes
drew tears from his eyes. Yet before he could scowl to one of his slaves to
fan the airs, he was roughly grabbed by two large berserkers.

"Who tink is?! Meh furst sun of furst sow of furst Chiefum Rolg!"

The orcs laughed at him, sneering down at his face.

"Rolg head guh plop! Is brudder Bolg furst Chiefum!"

And with that, Gutulk was unceremoniously tossed into the streets of the
Grinning Skulls, left to languish in the rising piles of litter and shit.

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Gutulk was the first son of the first sow of the ex-Chief Rolg. As such, he
was used to being pampered, and having his way. He got the pinky fingers of
the elves brought in (a delicacy, I assure you), and he was the first to
choose the fattest sows and the strongest slaves.

He was a glutton, wanting more and getting it. Yet when he, and all the other
twenty sows and forty sons of ex-Chief Rolg were left to fend for themselves,
he lost the ability to get all he wanted, yet his greed and lust remained.
Gutulk saw the only way to gain all he lost was simply to become the
strongest orc, with the most slaves and the most sows. In other words, the
Chief.

As the ex-Chief's son, Gutulk hated all Chiefs, including his uncle Bolg. He
saw the Chieftain position as rightfully his, and as such despised and
loathed any who claimed the title. Gutulk also knew that many other orcs
desired the position, and he saw that to overcome then he had to make them
his slaves. And if not that, to bash them to a bloody pulp.