Murrak

Murrak woke up, he gazed at the sun, surely remembering he shouldn't be that far up at the beginning of the day. Oauch, he had too much to drink last night. He stood up and looked around. Murrak was dazzled, last night there were a mere thousand Orcs here, now there was only one. Murrak knew he drank too much, but he didn't realize it was THAT much. He had totally neglected the sounds of a busy Orc camp breaking up, and stamping away. In his mind he could hear the sounds of the Orcs, as they went on there way last morning, it was the loudest thing he ever heard, besides the time when he was trapped in a church-bell, and tried to find a way out with his club. He didn't know headaches could last that long. He could have gone to the shaman for his headache, but on the other hand, if he jumped from a cliff the headache would be gone for sure and there would be less fewer effects.

Murrak smiled about these childhood memories, and would have probably terrified everyone that saw him. For he was an Orc, and had a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, so smiling wasn't making him attractive. Murrak had known this all his life, and as a young boy he always wanted to be someone attractive. He once saw an elf in the woods nearby the village he grew up in. The elf looked attractive, and handsome. Murrak saw the elf and decided to be like him. So he went to the shaman, and said "I'd like to be an elf, can you do that". The shaman "No" the shaman replied softly after a few minutes, the few minutes were time the shaman occupied by almost laughing his head of. "But" shouted little Murrak "You don't understand, I'm an elf trapped inside a man's body. I don't want to be in here, I want to wear tight pants until my balls hurt, I want to live in high pansy towers and get the chance to drop down and break my neck at least 15 times a day, I want to be able to talk to animals, I don't want to learn how to fight like a real man, I don't......". "No" The shaman repeated "you cannot be turned into an elf, I will not cannot and shall not turn you into an elf.".

Murrak was very disappointed at first, but time would heal this wound, because when Murrak was older he began to understand his strange attraction to elves. He understood he didn't want to be an elf, his obsession came from another feeling: appetite. For Murrak found out that elves were an irresistible meal for an Orc. He found himself searching the forest for elves when he was send on assignment by the Chieftain. Other Orcs no longer send him to do messages, they instead gave him a bow and said he had to protect them from harm. With his new bow, Murrak could easily take out an elf, leaving him with lots of time to actually protect their village.

Then the Hordes of the undead came to the region. Thousands of walking dead, vampires ghouls, ghosts, all carrying swords clubs, bows and french-fries. The energy of the Waagh flow through the little village and every Orc able to wield a weapon came to deathpeak. Deathpeak was a high rock near Murrak's village. It was named that way, because the Orcs liked the name. Orcs began to flow into the valley around deathpeak. Goblins came out of there caves, wielding giant spear, called prodders, they used for controlling cave-squigs. Every warlord, clanleader and Chieftain in the neighborhood came to deathpeak, taking their best men with them, and all other men too. Murrak was impressed with the sheer might of the Orcish army. Within two days, they head out to meet their enemy.

The army was lying in ambush. They were expecting the undead army any day now, but then again that's what they said the last four weeks. The undead army was surely taking its time. But around noon the undead army finally came in sight. Walking in a loose formation the undead strolled along the great hills. They the entire army stopped at a great canyon and they all gathered around their leader. The Orcs could hear the vampire speak with load voice. Murrak listened to it quietly, but he couldn't make anything of it, something about nature and beauty of land. The undead army started moving again.

As they came closer the Orcs could see the individual skeletons. All of the undead were wearing the most dreadful shirts Murrak had ever seen. It were shirts with short sleeves and a whole bunch of bright colors, some of them even had flowers on them. Murrak saw some zombies with cocktails and sunglasses. One of the zombies sipped from his cocktail, and the umbrella immediately got stuck in his eye. When it tried to pull it out, it also took out his eyeball. Some other zombies started laughing. Seeing he had a good crowd, the zombie put his eyeball in his mouth and started to talk. Feeling rather sick about this Murrak looked away and saw a bunch of skeletons standing in front of the canyon. One of the ghouls pointed a strange looking gun at them. The skeletons grouped together and smiled, but then again they have no lips, so Murrak could be wrong about this one, but they sure looked they were smiling. The ghoul fired his gun and a bright light made Murrak look away. When he looked back he expected the skeletons to be reduced to a pile of dust. Instead they were looking into the canyon.

The undead army slowly got closer and Murrak started shacking. This was it, his first big fight. "Who there" Azagg said. Azagg was one of the great Orc warlords, today he stood in front of the undead and almost dared them to fight. "Sorry 'ol chap, wadda you say?" the Vampire replied. "Wat ya want" Azagg said "Oh" the vampire said weakly "Nothing lad, we just on holiday here". "ya are on wat?". "On holliday, lad its a annual break from the looting and plundering, and a general time to relax". Azagg stood there and didn't know what to say, here they were thousands of undead and they were on 'oliedee'. Azagg decided to take a long night to think about it, and got back in his tent. The boys decided there wasn't going to be a struggle today, and sat down to play cards drink, and do other Orcy things. Murrak sat down and played cards, he drank, he laughed, he went to sleep. The next mourning Murrak awoke alone.

Murrak walked towards the setting sun. His head still pounding, his throat felt like it was about to give birth to a sandstorm, he didn't have water and didn't know where his village was. All considered it was a fine day for an Orc. "Well ya comin' or not?". Murrak looked around to see where the sound was coming from. He then saw the big Orc standing in the setting sun, or at least in front of the setting sun. "Comin' ?, Where? " Murrak asked. "To Mordheim" replied the stranger. "Why Mordheim?". "Gold" the Orc then said, "More gold and wealth than you could ever spend". "Ok" said Murrak "I'm comin' ". the big Orc walked towards him, "What's yur name?" he asked. "Murrak" was the answer. "Im Nazull, welcome to the club".

Murrak followed Nazull, until they came to a small encampment. As theywalked up to the camp, a large Orc came toward them, "Me Orgof" the Orc said. "Im Murrak" Murrak replied thereby closing the difficult Orc formalities of getting to know each other. They sat down round a fire and drank a little. Murrak passed the beer, feeling he could not take another drop after last night. After about ten seconds Orgof looked at him with astonishment "Me Orgof" he said. Murrak wondered and replied "Im Murrak". Orgof turned away to the fire again. Murrak wondered what he had gotten into this time.