[b]Thekk

The Cowfallow Bridge[/b]

Dark shadows whirled within the smoke across the bridge, coaxing out the screams of the lost. Soon the shades tangible forms could be seen emerging, sickly green, from the ashes of Cowfallow. His head pounding, his heart in his throat, Thekk stumbled backwards falling among a group of ale barrels. As he fell his eyes met those of one of the brutes, whose lips lit up in a sinister smile. The orc barreled towards him, axe raised, poised to end the struggle that was life. 

Some raw instinctual force awoke within Thekk, driving him into action. With the monster within meters of him, Thekk forced a barrel towards the orc with a resounding kick. Though sturdy, the orc lacked in agility and fell face first with a resounding thud. Without thought, Thekk rose to his feet and ran towards his incapacitated foe. Grabbing his hammer from his toolbelt he raised it high above the orc’s massive head and sent it crashing down. He could feel the brute’s head cave with a loud crack but the orc still squirmed. Rhythmically Thekk bashed in the creature’s skull conducting an orchestra of cracks, squirts, and finally nothingness. 

The hot gore of the orc spotted Thekk’s face and hands. Soon the blood mixed with tears as Thekk fell back among the barrels. Vomit rose in his throat and gushed out, rolling down his shirt and pants. Dazed and confused, Thekk resigned himself to fate and sat and watched his village burn.