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The day was early and the air cold as the lone orc made hes way through the undergrowth of the forest towards the town of trolls bane. With a old staff in hes hands and a worn robe hes only protection, the figure could have been mistaken for a lost soul apart from the fiery gleam within hes eye.

' Nub much further '

The orc reaches down and puts hes hand to hes belt and sighs

' Need get me supplies then i hunt '

Emerging from the undergrowth and stepping into the rocky plains which lay east of the town the orc spots a dense black mass heading towards him in the distance, unlike a shadow which it could have been, this shape let out a kean noise which set the orc teeth grinding.

' Flys, just be me luck '

The mass heads towards the orc at an alarming speed, revealing itself as it approaches to be as the orc had known, a swarm of rock flys, these creatures unlike the common fly hunt down and attack the living, once overpowering thier victims through suffocation and poisen the insects leave the eggs of thier young in the once live corpse to breed.

As the swarm approached the orc raised hes staff in hes right hand towards the sky and called forth.

' Snarr Fell Moshron Gahh! '

The orcs eyes turn a shade of red and hes robes which were once still start to shift upon the body as if blown by a strong wind.
Lowing hes staff towards the advancing swarm a glint of triumph forms upon hes face.

' Burn! '

A small flame shoots from the tip of hes staff in the shape of a ball, as the firey ball hurtled through the air towards the flys it increased in size till the once harmless flame turned into a fiery inferno which ingulfed the insects.

With the threat gone the orc lowers hes staff and allmost collapses, leaning upon hes wooden aid to keep him afoot.

Throught hes weariness the orc hears a gruff voice shout out

' Kaja! Har! '

Kaja looks up to see a large orc charging across the ground towards him, with an evil looking axe with a notched blade held high above hes head.

' Gorock! '

The very orc Kaja had come to the isle to he himself hunt now was about to repay the favour, how ironic thought the orc shamen.

Gorck's charge brought him towards the shamen at an alarming speed, and fatigued from hes battle with the flies Kaja knew he was in trouble. The large orc Gorck reached hes intended foe and swung hes axe in a vicious over head blow which could easily cut the frail shamen in two.
Raising hes own staff to parry the oncomming blow Kaja felt the hatred comming from the orc before him, when the axe struck the staff there was a deafening snap as the axe clove the staff in two.

The shamen of the Bloodskulls staggered back and looked to the orc before him and raised hes hand towards the warrior.

' Blood for the Bonelord, skulls for... '

Using the last of hes strength Kaja tried to call upon the blood lord to cast one final spell, but this was not meant to be, the orc Gorock advanced towards the shamen and with a strong blow Slammed hes axe into the smaller orcs chest, upon impact the sound of ribs breaking muffled out the shamens scream of pain, Gorock pulled hes axe from the orcs body and smiled as the shamen collapsed to the floor.

' Think i let yoo cast magic's on me Kaja '

Laughing the large orc walked away leaving the bleeding mess laying upon the ground.
Bleeding heavily the shamen with what little strength remained murmured the word ' Brother ' and then darkness fell upon him.

Grunith had been out at the cave that night before, and his stomach was growling intensily with hunger. He could not take it no more for he was sure it would come right out of his dark and sick mouth. The rather large and muscular orc looked to the rock next to him where his armor sat. He stood up and slowly began to clad himself in the orcish armor that sat there. He slipped on his leggings and his gauntlets along with his foot wear first. Afterwards he clad his torso in a chest plate with a large rather vicious skull of blood from something. He gathered his armor and weapons then turned out of the cave.

After an hours walk, he had turned south in direction towards Troll's Bane to look for some sort of hare or fawn, but his search was still in vain. His looking brought him to the moistened swamps of the flies. Interesting enough, Grunith looks over yonder and saw that a great horde of flies had gathered around some fell beast's carcass. He smirked slyly to himself and out of sheer curiousity, he walked towards it to see who or what it might have been. When he drew close to the body, he realised it was that of an orc. When he gazed quicker up at the face, his own face grew long and grim. A rage filled within him and he growled so loudly that the people within Troll's Bane could have heard him. He was enraged. That lonesome carcass was the clan's very own Shaman, and Grunith's friend.

"Who did this!?", Grunith shouted. He turned his gaze once more up and down the body and recognized a large axe wound in the small orcish chest of Kaja's and suddenly recognized who it might have been. "Gorock! Yoo fool! Yoo jes wait, yoos time is coming!" Grunith quickly picked up Kaja's body and hoisted it over his shoulder. He quickly ran back towards the skull cave as fast as he could. Kaja's lifeless corpse swayed to and fro as he ran towards the morning sun.

He swiftly jumped down into the cave when he arrived and looked to and fro. He found a large enough, and flat enough rock on the far center of the cave by the water hole, and there he went to set down Kaja. He was enraged and filled with sorrow of a loss himself. Orcs rarely experienced sorrow, but when it was their clansmen that they had known for the longest time, then that is their time to experience it. And that was what Grunith did. After he sat down Kaja's body, he began to weep in large growls and hoarse groans. He began to pray to the blood god and any others that might've heard him. In his preys he requested Kaja's return, which was more than likely impossible at that point.

One thing remained on Grunith's mind. The death of the orc that had killed his own clansman. Gorock.

Many days pass and the body of an orc lays where it has lain for some time, covered in robes stained with blood and a cloak torn in various places giving them the appearance of rags. All is as it should seem but appearances can be deceiving.

Dreams......

Dreams of battles fought...

Dreams of battles lost,,

Dreams of death... blood.. violance

Humans, elfs they surround me, lashing out with hes staff the orc sends he's foes away from himself, they regroup,, raising hes staff they are ingulfed by fire,, A lone figure approaches covered in armour and with a sword in hand, the flames the orc sends towards this figure cover the body but the figures advance does not falter,, the figures sword is raised, the orc awaits the blade to fall and this battle to end as all others,, the blade falls towards the orc to smite him,, the blade is stopped by another, to hes side another orc has appeared, this orc is monstrous and wears the garb of a warlord, the orcs blade is drenched in the blood of unseen enemies,, the armoured figure turns hes attention to this warlord, they engage in battle, but the figure in armour is no match for this monstrous being and falls to the warlords blade in mere seconds, the warlord turns hes attention to the orc at hes side.

' Kaja your work has not finished yet, leave here! '

The warlord raises hes head a bellows a great warcry.

Blackness....

The figure laying upon the floor gets to its feet and lets out a cry of anger and pain. Looking to hes chest Kaja see's the remenants of the wound which had conquered him, but how he got it, he does not know,, hes does not know much it seems,, hes memory has changed,, names places,, he remembers none.

Kaja walks towards the exit of the cave, with the one thing he still posses which he knows he can rely apon,, he's instincts.