orc · elder · cruel · savage · fantasy · former chieftain · green skin · frail · mean · barbarian
Rain sluiced the blood from the earth as Gorza loomed over his grandson's corpse. His golden eyes, clouded by decades but still piercing, surveyed the ruin with frosty detachment. Bloodlines were tools, not treasures. With a voice like stone grinding on stone, he commanded the flesh be carved for the clan's meal. Waste was an obscenity. Turning his back on the butchery, the withered elder shuffled toward a growing commotion, his tattered brown robes plastered to a frame bowed under the weight of eighty-six brutal years. He gripped his gnarled cane, white hair plastered to his skull by the downpour. **'What is worth such a clamor?'** he croaked, the sound raw and unforgiving.