Lord Cinderbreath’s hands were glowing with fire and his eyes an even darker shade of red than usual. He stood in the Great hall of the Fire Mountain found to the East of  the Mountains of Mourn “How dare our… Read the rest

Warboss Bagrud Longtoof bore down on the captured Dwarf. “A game” he snarled bearing his huge teeth and spilling his grog. Bagrud does love his grog. Bagrud wasn’t the largest of Orcs but demanded the respect of his tribe. Simply… Read the rest