Volushnak
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_Spear in hand and buckler secured to his forearm, he made his way up the slope. His movement through the heavy grasses of the hills was masked by the covering of mud and charcoal he had applied early in the day. As he neared the edge of the hill, he lowered his stance so his figure did not breach the skyline or the line of grass providing him cover.
Raising his head, he gazed down upon the open hillsides on the outskirts of the Human city to find the bodies of scores of his brethren laid open and spilling out upon the field once again. The air around the bodies shimmered with the heat of summer and danced with flies. The humans that remained gathered trophies. An ear, a scalp of coarse dark Orc hair, a waraxe…
He slowly pulled back from the edge. While keeping low, turned and headed back down the slope as quickly and quietly as he came.
At the base of the hill the young Orc warrior, spear in hand, spread his arms out to the sun and sky...
"They've the strength oh great Lord, but they've not the skill!"
"They've the numbers my Liege, but not the weapons!"
"I VOLUSHNAK WILL BRING THEM WHAT THEY NEED!! I VOLUSHNAK WILL BRING THEM VICTORY IN YOUR NAME!!"
Under cover of night, Volushnak secured his padded chain armor to his muscled frame of Orc blue skin and set out to find the Clans that remained..._
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Reviewd, XP Pending.
