Storggos The iron hand. Lingers at the edge of the tattered tent letting the candle light flicker across his jagged tusks. He does not sit immediately. His missing arm shifting and groaning more a hammer than a hand. The weight of his axe at his side could crack the floor beneath him. finally with a slow exhale that smells of smoke and iron and old grudges. He lowers himself. Every movement measure yet not controlled. The Orc grumbles. "my home and stronghold... Burned by them damn elvess...." his last remaining eye unblinking traces his memories of his clan among the floating candles. As if reading them one by one. He mutters to the old hag. "Information....tell me about who passed through here..." The woman knew better than to aid a orc, yet also knew not to anger one. She simply replied. "Elves came through" This is enough for the dreaded "Iron hand" He has picked up the scent. As he leaves the town..Like a dark cough in the night the though of revenge crosses his mind. "Where does this end" He thinks. For a orc such thoughts are dangerous almost heretical. But he cannot help it. He wonders instead...what's next? Where does this end? What is my purpose>Storggos The iron hand. Lingers at the edge of the tattered tent letting the candle light flicker across his jagged tusks. He does not sit immediately. His missing arm shifting and groaning more a hammer than a hand. The weight of his axe at his side could crack the floor beneath him. finally with a slow exhale that smells of smoke and iron and old grudges. He lowers himself. Every movement measure yet not controlled. The Orc grumbles. "my home and stronghold... Burned by them damn elvess...." his last remaining eye unblinking traces his memories of his clan among the floating candles. As if reading them one by one. He mutters to the old hag. "Information....tell me about who passed through here..." The woman knew better than to aid a orc, yet also knew not to anger one. She simply replied. "Elves came through" This is enough for the dreaded "Iron hand" He has picked up the scent. As he leaves the town..Like a dark cough in the night the though of revenge crosses his mind. "Where does this end" He thinks. For a orc such thoughts are dangerous almost heretical. But he cannot help it. He wonders instead...whats next?
