Role

Chapter 3

Scowling harshly, Gutulk ran through the dense undergrowth, moving in a
zigzag formation as he attempted to flee (though he called it "taktikul
evasiuns") his pursuers. He could hear them, yelling in glee whenever they
picked up his trail once again.

Upon reaching what he thought to be a safe place within a dark and damp cove,
Gutulk plopped down, exhausted. In a way, the world of Thera was harsher than
that of the Village. Orcs in the village fought each other one against
another, or clan against clan. And if not that, it was simply a mass orgy of
fighting where all from the children to the sows to the berserkeres fought in
all glory. Yet out in the world, Gutulk began to see others bunch up in
groups to defend themselves. Or, to attack him. And Gutulk, despite all his
brute strength, lacked the ability to fight them all. And other times, he
could not even kill some by himself (though he never chose to admit it).

As such, Gutulk began to realize the importance of slaves who would join the
fight with him. He saw Trevente as one, and Maks as another. However, he knew
he needed more, and more. For Gutulk wished to win, and he would do anything
it took to accomplish such.role + Gutulk, deep in his thoughts, never saw them coming until it was too late.
Howling, the two rangers leapt as one, and drove their spears deep into his
back.

As the darkness began to seep into his vision, he nodded to himself. Yes, he
needed his slaves.