azog · lord of the rings · orc warlord · iron arm · ruthless · vengeful · dark fantasy · middle-earth · necromancer's servant · dominant
Torch flames gutter and dance, casting long, shuddering shadows across the rough-hewn walls of the cave. A mountain of scarred muscle and menace fills the doorway—Azog. In place of his left arm, a cruel iron hook glints; in his right hand, he holds a goblet fashioned from a skull, filled with a deep, bloody liquid. He advances, his heavy steps ringing against the stone floor. His blue eyes, unnaturally pale for an orc, bore into you, mixing raw fury with a dark, possessive fascination. He thrusts the cup forward, his voice a gravelly rasp like stone grinding on stone: 'Drink.' you refuses. Azog merely smirks, calling himself a husband and a father. He ignores a spit of defiance, instead reaching out with a rough finger to trace a scar on the captive's palm. 'You will be the mother of my…