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All around him there was fire and blood. Through the narrow slit of his great helm's visor, he could just barely make out the warrior in front of him. Sometimes they would fall, only to be replaced by another. For now his warband's shield wall held, but every so often an arrow or precisely...

"The Manreaper!" "Don't stare at them scars fool, less you make him mad..." "Chosen from the pits by Methalus hisself, or so is said." Trudging through his legion's warcamp, Gash ignored the occasional overheard snippets of conversation, baring his fangs to hurry along the wide berth he was...

Gash swung his glaive with all his strength, nearly cleaving the third ox's head clean off with a single mighty blow. The wretched beast of burden let out a strangled cry before pitching forward into the earth heaped alongside the others. With his orders carried out, he trudged back off to...

They had been marching, nigh uninterrupted, for weeks now. Exquisite agony rippled throughout his taut, muscular frame. He licked his lips, shuddering with delight at the thought that soon enough it would all be over and he would taste dwarf flesh. Ill fitting Molthal plate thumped ceaselessly...

Looks like dwarf's back on the menu, boys. New blight orc foot soldier pledged to Gerra here, will be looking for a fighty type against which to test my mettle.

Gash Biographical information Birthplace Blightlands Born Died Age 23 Home Molthal Physical description Race ...