Huk Grah the Chieftain of the Grinning Skulls

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Chapter 5

The village was raided so quick and destructive that the small township
believed the orcs to be winged creatures that arrived from nowhere. This was
not the case because as legend is told, the Dark Gods crafted them from the
very flesh, marrow, and viscera of the fallen, wingless elves. The very same
parts from which they were created that hold their lust for carnivorous
bloodshed. A once humble township was razed, looted, and enslaved by these
black hearted creatures. Those unlucky few that survived and became slaves
were elven women chosen to carry the bastard seed of these abominations. The
getting was good for the orcs, and the receiving was quite dreadful for the
elves. Between the destruction, looting, and raping one orc in particular
was to be born.

On the night of his birth, two brutish savages watched over his wrenching
mother.One was Tremblefist, the village shaman. The other was a complete
fool. Forcing herself into labor, the elven mother suffered the most
unbearable birthing imaginable. The mother was unshackled, and placed atop a
makeshift cot covered with remarkably clean bearskins. It was perhaps the
most comfortable moment before the elven ladys demise.She pushed and
pushed until the clean bearskins lay sopping wet with blood. A variety of
strange elven words began to come from the elf.When the child was finally
delivered she proclaimed a powerful incantation and screamed, "May you
forever have the knowledge of my pain and loss! I curse you to know
unbearable despair and suffering throughout your," She faltered as blood came
spewing out of her mouth before continuing to say, "Your miserable life I
have created for you! Ahhhhhh!" And with that scream she lunged for the
complete fool of an orcs dagger upon his belt and slit her own throat.
Tremblefist snorted at the action as the life exited the mother's eyes. He
took the dagger from her hand and leaned over to cut the umbilical cord.
With death came life. With her blood sacrifice curse came the ears of
Zulghinlour.

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Chapter 4

It is an unusual occurrence to have a knowledgeable orc. Orcs know how to do
very few things in this realm. They display greed, blood thirst, and almost
always deathful carnage. If someone was to call an orc smart, they should be
hung, quartered, disemboweled, hung by entrails, beaten, burned, and finally
buried.There is no room for silliness in Thera.

However, knowledgeability is a different story

A young Huk, the orc, was raised as most all orcs are raised in the Grinning
Skull village; like sheep. He grew and learned from observation. It only
took one savage brutes example to pave the way for all other savage brutes.
The main savage brute tends to be called the Chieftan, but thats just what
you call the bastard cunt when theyre in the room. Huk had a far different
upbringing than any other orc of his generation. At a year of age, most orcs
were playing with rats and biting their heads off. Huk was walking and
killing squirrels with rocks. Without even being told how to do most tasks,
Huk somehow knew how to manage by himself. At the age of sixteen years, he
entered the halls of the Academy. The Academy has just recently begun
admitting adolescent orcs into their halls after a fecal matter repellation
spell was created and invoked throughout. If Huk wanted to be stronger, he
knew how to advance his body. If Huk wanted to be taller, the bones of his
foes were crushed to make his bread. How did he know any of these techniques
would work? Divine intuition would be a good guess.

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Chapter 3

Huk strikes the killing blow upon the Imperial Prelate and watches as the
Imperial Codex falls into his hands. He knows he doesn't have much time
before the Emperor or Sect leaders will catch up to him, but the reward was
worth the risk.A deafening thunderclap knocks Huk back as the Emperor
appears from thin air! Tarleton says, "You pathetic fool, you cannot stop our
Imperial might!" Huk watchs as the Emperor takes a step back to blow into
his flute and amuse the Chieftain with a boring, sleep-inducing song. Huks
blood begins to boil with the thought of bad music. A horde of a hundred
gnolls, hobgoblins, orcs, and trolls screams and attacks the Emperor!
Tarleton is overrun and disappears behind a hundred demoralizing jeers and
jabbers. Huk struggles and eventually swallows the Imperial Codex. The
Chieftain rallies his forces and begins a brisk walk through Balator before
the surrounding area becomes enveloped within a dark cloud. Huk holds up his
fist to halt his minions. As the forces begin to coagulate around their
master a sense of panic begins to unsettle the lesser slaves. Pigar extends
a well placed brutal lashing while he yells, "Back en line yuh bastards!"
However, there is no crack of the whip.A shiver goes up the Chieftains
spine as he turns to discover he is trapped inside a circle of petrified
slaves.A giant flaming crown falls from the sky and explodes upon contact a
few feet before Huk. Within the blinding flash, the enveloped form of
Zulghinlour emerges upon a translucent dragon harnessed with a giant ebony
standard. The Ebony Warlock dismounts his beast and turns in the direction
of Huk without directly looking at him.Zulghinlour says with a thunderous
voice, "You have leaded your filth into my palace for the last time, orc.
You will never fully grasp the knowledge of my religion. Your chaotic nature
has no boundaries and for that you can never walk within my realm of supreme
order."Huk raises a ghastly war banner soaking in elf blood and says, "Meh
boundaries are from meh Clan's village to wherever I walk meh hordes, while
they stand. I see valuable tactics used by yuh bloodathed hordes; der
strength in numbers. I keep order in meh ranks with whips an' pain, while you
keep order wef divine power from yuh codex." The orc lowers his banner and
claps a hand upon a polished mithril breastplate at the abdomen. "Now I haf
both," says Huk. "I suggest you cough it up before I run my fist through
your stomach and pull out your spine, you filth," says Zulghinlour whilst
fitting his right hand into a wicked spiked gauntlet. "Chief will, once yuh
acknowledge there are similarities, in how I command deh lives in Grinnin'
Skulls, an' you in yuh palace."

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Chapter 2

"Born of opposite lifestyles, weh reach similar conclusions. Knowin how to
attain deh power is in our might. Weh both haf our thrones seekin' deh same
ends. Power, shineys, an' bleedin' anything das get in our way," says Huk.
"Acknowledge this!" screams the dark Lord as he thrusts a lightning covered
fist into the gut of Huk.

As Huk explodes, he rises in a cold sweat panting heavily. He wipes his brow
and pulls his axe closer to him. "Phew, whur dream," says the Chieftan as he
looks down at his body.He grunts to the guards outside his lavish den,
"Triple deh guards." His lieutenant nods and waves a torch at a subordinate.
"Triple deh guards," shouts the orc. Another orc down the path acknowledges
with the waving of a torch, turns and repeats the command. As the orders
reach the last in the chain, an orc turns to Boof and repeats, "Cripple deh
lards."Boof nods as he maims one of the smaller pigs with a hatchet. The
sound of dying swine fills the air and the Chieftain falls back into his
slumber.

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Chapter 1

Throughout the years, Huk has smashed, hacked, sliced, and bashed
countless numbers of elves, beasts, dragons, and elves to appease
the dark gods hunger for mortal flesh. In the process of death bringing,
he has never been quite so pleased with his tools of destruction. The
old Chief had a fine iron axe that he took from his corpse; heavy, wickedly sharp, and diseased with the blood of his foes.

That may have been fine for the old Chief, but once it was lost to the
sharks of Thera, he has been in search for an axe to call his own.
Swinging the axe of another will get the job done, but there is
a special relationship between an orc and and axe. There is no weapon
quite like an axe. It inspires fear, power, and bloodshed. These three
qualities the Chief hopes to have with him at all times. Whether it be
imbued into an axe, or permeating from his being, the Chief will search
for it until his final day. He has searched forges of legend to no avail,
but he is beginning to think that only a divine presense can summon such
a tool. The Chief will await that day and relish in the delight of its meyhem.

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