Duggâsh

The camp where Duggâsh was stationed, he shared together with two other warchiefs. One even more arrogant than the other, and equally stupid. Duggâsh knew they would not support him. They only followed the Tribe leader cause he gave them a position where they could occasionally fight and have fun. Their ambition went no further. Duggâsh on the other hand had been brooding plans from the moment on he become a warrior, from the moment he earned the right to fight alongside his brethren. And the time had come to perform another part of his plans...

The thatched roof of the farmer's house caught fire quickly, as the Orcs eagerly torched it. Screams sounded over the destroyed fields as one of the green skinned Orcs pulled two women along, cruelly dragging them along at their hair. "These two got some spirit, Chief!" He threw them in front of a tall, black skinned, heavily muscled Orc that leaned on his greatsword, with some blood still dripping from his chin.