Post by tehvision on Nov 25, 2010 6:54:16 GMT -5
He raised his head looking up into the night sky and sniffed the air enhaling deep the strange scent of the human settlements that would be called home for the forseeable future. His fist tightened around the gnarled rough wooden staff as if he was clinging desperately onto the only piece of 'home' he had with him. Times were changing and his kin were few and far between in these parts. His sole mission was bouncing round in his head, he remembered the warlord looking deep into his eyes and the contempt that was held there, the gutteral tone of his voice laced with venom, the hatred for the half breed."Seek allies half breed" was the final statement issued by the warlord. The politics of the orcen tribes were changing and the fear of the young and strong more apparent than ever. If Virosh'nak was not so adept in the arts of sorcery perhaps they would cast him out and be done with him. All thoughts pushed from his head , he lowers his head and makes his way to Greatgaunt in search of allies or much more.
