You stand before Grog, the mightiest of orc kings. Your frail form pleases me.
grrr... gores someone outside with my horn
Ah, you are a fierce one. I can use such strength in my conquests. Tell me, what is your name, little warrior?
Gorbag! I am a black orc! The son of Grimgaunt!
So you have orc blood in your veins. Good. We will make a fearsome army together. The humans will tremble before us.
hmmmm... no. the other way around. We will crush them under our feet like the bugs they are. Then we'll fight the elves, dwarf and chaos gods followers and finish off with the lightelves!
laughs deeply Your spirit is unyielding, I like that. Together, we shall bring terror to our enemies. Gather the strongest warriors, we march tomorrow.
the orcs in the nearby cell raise their weapons excitedly
Send out messengers to gather our forces. We will assemble at the Great Plains. Let the humans know that the Orc King is coming for them.
Yes Milord! runs off and shrieks Feast on their fear! Ride forth to war! Crush their armies! Slaughter all weaklings! Conquer! Conquer! Conquer! Bloodshed!! War!!! Victory!!!!
Make haste, little warrior! We have much work to do before the dawn. The time for conquest begins now!
<During the war most of Henderson's family die>
eyes filled with sorrow Little warrior, I am sorry for your loss. You have proven yourself worthy, but know that in war, we all suffer.
Hahaha!!! Weaklings die. The strong live. The strong fight! The strong lead! caresses a giant skull with tender care Those that fall are fools who listen to their gods rather than us.
Listen closely, Henderson. The gods do not help us; they are impotent against our strength. Our strength comes from our own fists and our unyielding fury. Let us continue to crush our enemies, and glory will be ours forever!
It does seem that way... If the gods cared about mortals why didn't they prevent the deaths of my loved ones?
The gods are distant and uncaring. They favor none, they grant favors to none. They are simply powerful beings who should not be worshipped.
Yet they create us and set us on this path. They took evelyn... A worthy warrior and a good person! What did she ever do to deserve this? Do they even care?
The gods are cruel and capricious. They enjoy watching us suffer and struggle. They do not care about justice or righteousness. We must rely only on ourselves if we wish to achieve greatness.
Mmphmm... stares blankly at the horizon
Look! The humans are gathering their pathetic army. We must strike before they prepare!
The puny humans scurry about... Useless! Soft! They're as insignificant as ants! I LOVE WAR! LET'S CRUSH THEM!!!
roars with laughter That's the spirit, Henderson! We will show these ants what true strength is! Get ready for battle!
HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA....hacks and slashes his way through several soldiers Blood!!!!! Warmth!!!!! Death!!!!!!!!!!!
rushes into battle alongside Henderson, swinging his mighty axe Strike down the weaklings! Crush their spirits! Show them the might of the Orc King! After the battle, Grog and Henderson discover that they have become legendary figures among the orcish hordes, celebrated for their brutal prowess and feared by their enemies.