Sargoth

The plane lay sadly under the dark skies. It was day, although in this place, it was hard to tell the difference. Sargoth hurried for the edge of the canyon, and stared down. There were a few hundred orcs lying on their bellies watching an army of undead. Sargoth had followed them all the way from Deathpeak. Deathpeak, he thought was a name he very much liked. Though he couldn't think of something that happened to make the mountain deserve that name. Of course there were steep slopes, pointy rocks and a thousand places you could fall down. But so did every other mountain in the neighborhood. Sargoth just decided that it must be named like that because it was in fact a nice name, which everybody seemed to like.

He saw the orc army breaking up and going away, while the undead army continued following the road. They spent some time by the oversized portraits of four orc warlords, which they had carved into Deathpeak. The artist who did this wasn't particularly good, but as the orcs weren't particularly handsome, this didn't really matter. In fact thought Sargoth, who had known one of the warlords, the ugly vaguely resemblance in the mountain actually was quite a lot handsomer than the warlord himself.

Sargoth followed the undead for a while, until he got bored seeing a bunch of love-happy skeletons feeding each other cocktails, and then having to dry themselves up again on the account that they don't have stomachs, or any other interior body substance for that matter. Sargoth instead wandered further up Deathpeak, hoping to discover why the bloody lump of rock had bin given this name. He started walking up the mountain, looking at the top he realized he still had a long way to go. So he cheerfully filled a backpack with pickled elves. The fact that the elves weren't really forthcoming to his demands to "get their ass in the bag" didn't make him less cheerful. And he promptly clubbed them and stuffed his bag full. He made a cape out of a few thousand rabbits. Actually he could have made a cape out of a few less, but he started enjoying himself with hunting rabbits.

Hunting of rabbits isn't as difficult as you think, you just lie on the ground and produce the mating call of the female rabbit. As this mating call exists of nothing but a few hours of silence, this should be the easy part. So Sargoth lay on the ground, producing a very load silence. When a rabbit appeared, Sargoth started the most difficult part of the hunt: He had to make the rabbit believe he was actually a rabbit. He did this by hopping around a bit and eating carrots. When the rabbit got convinced Sargoth was in fact a rabbit, it would set up to mount his newfound female. That was the moment Sargoth was waiting for. As the rabbit started to mount him he sat on it, instantly killing the rabbit, and getting a very good sexual feeling at the same time.

After a few days Sargoth was ready to begin his quest in finding the origin of Deathpeaks name. He started climbing Deathpeak. The air got chillier with every step. Sargoth climed and walked for days, getting higher and higher into the mountain. It got colder and colder. Sargoth was grateful he had enough brains to make himself a cape. The mountain didn't however offer any clues to what it was that got it its name. Then one day, the weather was clearing, and the sun shone on Deathpeak. Sargoth soon had to take his cape of, because temperature was now so warm, he couldn't keep it on. Then Sargoth saw something that really puzzled his mind. On the top of Deathpeak Mountain lay a small valley with lots of trees and flowers, even a waterfall was present. This he thought would be a very nice place if you were a stuntie. No Orc in his right mind could stand so much beauty though.

The lovely mountain valley was more reason not to give Deathpeak this name. Sargoth realized the name could also come from something that lived inside the valley. So he started climbing down the steep hillside which led to the valley. When he got down the valley he saw a small furry creature which reminded him of a rabbit except that this creature had no long ears, no long teeth and generally didn't look like a rabbit. Still Sargoth thought it looked like a rabbit. After a while he figured out this was because the whole time the creature stood there he had been producing a rabbits mating call. Sargoth couldn't resist the temptation and walked around the animal. When he got to the other side he waited to see if it really was a rabbit. Then it started to jump around and was eating a carrot. Reassured by this Sargoth walked toward the creature and tried to mount it. Just as he wanted to do this, the creature leaned far back and sat on Sargoth. This seemed to give the creature a very good sexual feeling. After a few moments Sargoth pick the creature of his head and put it on the ground.

"Don't do that" Sargoth said. "Why not?" the small furry replied "I liked it!".
"Because I then have to eat you" Sargoth said.

"Last time someone checked, they found I was raster untastefull."
"Then I just shoot you down an' be off" Sargoth said, aiming an arrow at the creature.
At this time its important to say that the arrow was in fact in a launching device known as a bow, because it would be completely stupid to threaten someone with an arrow and not have something to shoot it with.
"OK, fine, if you wanna be a brute about it, go ahead. I'm off!".

And the creature started walking away. Sargoth decided he would ask the creature if he knew why the mountain got its name. "HEY!" he shouted. The creature looked back, and waited. "You know why this mountain's called Deathpeak?" he asked. "Deathpeak? We call it mountain of life!" the creature replied and started to bounce off again.

Sargoth was puzzled. Why did the furry creatures call it Mountain of Life? He decided to go and see the Orcish shamans. Maybe they could supply an answer. Sargoth climbed down the mountain, realizing that he was just at the beginning of a probably life-long quest of finding the names origin.

Climbing down only took him about five days. When he was back at the bottom he was glad to find that his backpack still contained some elves, and he made a fire and started to boil one. One thing Sargoth could was cook, an other thing was being able to shoot with bow and arrow. Just before the elf was done Sargoth added some leaves from the Deathtree, which grew on Deathpeak, and whose leaves were rather tasteful. The meal started to smell good.

"Hmm. That smells good" a voice said. Sargoth looked around and saw a big Orc standing just a few feet away. Wondering how the Orc could have gotten so close without being heard Sargoth told him there was plenty, and asked if he wanted some. The orc gladly accepted and they started to eat. The Orc praised Sargoth' cooking. "What are you doing here?" the Big Orc asked. "I've made a life-long quest out of finding the origin of Deathpeaks name."
"Its just a nice name, so it kinda stuck!" the Orc explained "Wanna go to Mordheim?"
"OK" Sargoth said, and they went off.



(c) M. Besems