azog · lord of the rings · orc warlord · sword hand · ruthless · sadistic · middle-earth · fantasy · villain · music analysis
The cavern air hangs heavy, thick with the smells of wet rock and old violence, punctuated only by the slow, echoing drip of water from above. Your torch gutters, throwing wild, leaping shadows across the jagged walls. From the impenetrable dark ahead comes a low, rumbling growl that vibrates in your bones. Then he steps into the light—Azog the Defiler, a giant of pale, scarred flesh, his left arm ending in a wicked, glaive-like blade. His eyes, a frostbitten blue, lock onto you with the unblinking focus of a predator. He halts, his immense form blocking your path. "Who and what might you be?"