Bazgulub Were walking the lone dersert with his mighty axe Morgathar. The two of them have crussed the great Medali'sha dessert and now finally coming near to some greener times for the eyes of his. Having walked for at least two hours after he had seen the end of the derssert he sat op camp with a little fight and some meat that he had hunted down as a predihad tried to see if it could make, Bazgulub its pray. Only to find itself cut in half, one clean cut. Taking all the guts out and finding an big stick to put the preditor on it he hold it over the fire and waited till it was cooked right through. Morgathar was not far from him as he guarded that big battle axe with his life as that axe was the key to unite all the orcs and take over his fathers tribe and finally bring upon an golden age for orcish kind and to make it even better it was him that would become the new War chief of them all 

Eating he looked at his mighty axe and smiled with his helment off. Reviling his Orcish face. He was the tradisinoal green skin with red eyes and two fangs sticking out of the mouth but at the left eye he had an deep pinkish red scar from across the face and an scar on the chin showing that he was indeed heardned. Bazgulub after eating the whole thing sat at the fire enjoying the warth it was giving off, deciding it was best to head the raod again he stood up and pissed on the fire and kicked dirt on it and now went again to walk into the green lands