Atop the great desert of the horde, Thraak, the young and notorious warrior who took tribute from every lesser he could find, had left his head behind in a pool of blood. His body was nowhere to be found. His nose was caved in, and his brow was cracked open by a great blow that ended his life. He was finally free to enter the Stargush.
Thraak was violent in life, and his death was the same. However, he never expected his death to be one of dishonor. It is something his youth of sixteen gave him false hope in. The Uruk, though they had beaten many brothers and sisters, even elves and other races, had never encountered true dishonor in battle.
For the first time, he was unprepared, only holding a shortbow and a longsword, which he had not put to use. The fight was incredibly one-sided, with the Uruk only trading one blow before his death. Outnumbered and dishonored, in the end his body fell into the sand, and his chest caved in. Despite his youth, he fought till the end.
He came, he Saw, he Conquered.
Lup’Thraak
The Taker of Tribute