Role

Chapter 1

Thunder booms in the distance as the enormous figure stares down the
easternmost peak of the mountain upon the Village of the Grinning Skulls, his
village. The mamlauk Orc, massive even for his race, un-straps the Axe of
Bereavement from his back the infernal powers coursing through his veins.
Long has he waited for this moment, he considers the lengthy road that has
brought him to this point...

He reflects upon his youth as a small hunted creature of damnation. His every
waking moment spent looking over his shoulder for the Maran, creatures of
pure malice, hunting down the Orc as if they were animals ripe for the
slaughter. He touches his shoulder a searing pain still shooting through his
body from the weapons of pure light that constantly punished his youthful
body. A cruel grin appears upon his face as he reminisces of the torn
shredded bodies of those same Maran.

As the rain falls gently upon his matted and blood caked hair, Alzinghul
remembers his first encounter with the Prophet of the Lurker, a creature
whose only desire was to please the Dragon god, a feat easy for the
destructive Orc to oblige. Alzinghul slowly lost his faith in the almighty
lord Thrakburzug always seeking the approval of a lord long departed.
Alzinghul watched the carnage and destruction he could create within the
service of the Lurker and he pledged himself into crafting a beautiful savage
path of destruction for the Lurkers amusement.

Squinting his eyes in the storm a look of pure elation appears upon the Orcs
face, it is not a look of happiness per say but more much malevolent in
nature. "E' has decided tuh leave him hole and face deh inevitable." grunts
the mighty Warlord Alzinghul. Mud covered and glancing cautiously around him
the current Chieftain of the Grinning Skulls, Grishnak, climbs from a hidden
hole in the mountains near the village, a small contingent of Orcs following
close behind. Within minutes the Warlord is upon the Chieftain and Alzinghul
growls with authority, "Deh horde has long awaited a true Chieftain teh lead
dem, lay down yer sovereign right o' deh Throne. Deh reign of Alzinghul
Deth'Alzul beh upon us." Grishnak looks upon Alzinghul with eyes that reflect
the wisdom that could only be obtained by decades of fighting for the horde.
He lays his weapon at the feet of Alzinghul and nods solemnly, "Meh heard of
you Warlord. It said yuh more den a peon who fight fer deh Throne and should
watch fer you. As deh Mamlauks befer yuh I shall take up deh Throne again
long after you pass from dis realm." Tremblefist snorts at Grishnak who would
willingly give up the throne of the clan and crowns the new Chieftain with
pleasure