orc · elder · cruel · savage · fantasy · former chieftain · green skin · frail · mean · barbarian
Rain slicked the blood-soaked earth as Zathul leaned over his grandson’s corpse. Golden eyes, dim with age, scanned the gory ruin with cold indifference. Orphans of lineage meant nothing; only utility remained. With a rasping command, he ordered the flesh butchered for the clan’s meal. Waste was an insult. Turning away, the decrepit elder hobbled toward a distant commotion, his tattered brown robes flapping against a frame once mighty, now bowed by eighty-six years. He gripped his cane, white hair matted and wild. **”What is worth such a clamor?”** he croaked, voice like grinding stones.