What did it mean to become a warrior for the sacred tribe? Hugolm, a young orc, had just found out what it meant. The moment he took up his armor and weapons he was destined to take the life of another.
That was alright, it never bothered Hugolm.
"Aaargh!" The pained scream of the youngster who they surrounded on the wall didn't make him rethink his choice either. It didn't bother him.
Because in death one gets to meet the grace of God, to kill the orc that was nothing more than a child meant to prevent him from committing sins from a younger age. What was wrong with such a thing? Nothing!
So even as he saw the young orc's bloodied body fall off the ledge with unyielding eyes, his only thought was to locate the next heretic. To kill more, make more sacrifices for their god!
That feeling was euphoric! Hugolm couldn't get enough of it, he was lusting for more blood!
