Good Orc (3)

The Bladeaxe Tribe warrior Groktar began his morning feeling refreshed.

“Kwahahaha! Groktar smashed Galdin’s skull!”

“That was a fine swing, brother!”

Groktar prayed for the tribesman whose skull he had split after the other orc picked a fight that morning.

“You died fighting bravely, so the Warrior God will send you to the eternal battlefield.”

After blessing the corpse of his fallen kinsman, Groktar headed for the river. To commemorate his honorable victory, he scooped up some water in a gourd.

“Groktar! Are you Groktar of the Bladeaxe Tribe?”

A voice came from across the river. It belonged to an orc from a hostile tribe, one on the opposing side in the bloody contest to determine the Great Chieftain of the grasslands.

“That’s right! Who are you?”

“My name is Balbata! Balbata of the Iron Fist Tribe!”...