This story begins on another shard of brittainia, sounds of explosions and of the earth grumbling filled the air as the shard begins tearing itself apart.

T'sogg lays awake in his bedroll staring at the ceiling. he hears the door open down stairs and doesnt move. he was old and feeling the wrinkles and pains of his age more than usually. a solid thick orc almost as old but more hearty comes up the stairs.

"Bruddur, et am ulmuzt time agin, da Bludgud am eetin diz uzg juzt likr da lazt uzg, uz dib et ugin!" the large orc said.

T'sogg blinked the tiredness away and began to stand while the ground and the small tower swayed. he walked over to a window and watched as the masses of orcs celebrated around an enormous fire that was once a keep. fires burned all along the horizon and cracks in the earth were begining to show the nothingness that the shard was about to be comsumed by.

"Git all da Mojokii agh Mojoka redi fur da mojo hule." T'sogg said. "Yub brudder, demz ulredi am redi" Nok'tor said.

T'sogg followed his brother down stairs and out the front door. before him he saw six other magic wielding orcs, all small and scrawny, some very old and a couple very young. it took alot of magic energy to do what they where about to do once again.

"LINE UB!" Nok'Tor Shouted. within minutes all the warriors where lined up double file behind the gathered mojos.

"Diz Uzg am finizhed! Lats ull dib Bubhosh! Uz clomped demz oomiez agh da bludgud clomped diz uzg, Nuw et am tyme fur uz to moob un, tu trabel thru da mojo tu ash nuw uzg, wheer uz bigin ugin!" uz findr nuw blud fur da blud gud, tu fill uz wiff khilagh! agh shuw da oomiez demz kin nub run fur lung!" kin me git ash howah?

the entire mass of orcs loudly shouted "HOOOOWAAAAAH!"

T'sogg sighed to himself, the humans had fled the shard long before them. he had spent these last months collecting the rare reagents to cast this spell. the heart of an acient wyrm, which they barely managed to catch before it tried to flee the dying shard. many orcs gave thier lives that day, Blackrock mined from the depths of the orc cave, most of which was used to summon the bloodgod, a tenticle of the harrower, and a sacrafice. T'sogg hadnt told anyone of the sacrafice to anyone, he would be the only one to remember it, so why burden anyone else with it.

T'sogg stepped down to the other orcs and whispered instructions to the others who formed a wide circle around him and began chanting in orcish. large amounts of magic energy, that some called mana began leaking out of the ground around them, it seemed to further the destruction around them.

once the energy was gathered above him, T'sogg began shaping it, the spell was similar to casting a normal gateway, but it took much more energy and much rarer reagents, at the climax of the spell he uttered the words of power, "In Vas Rel Por"

a giant gateway opened centered on him, so full of power it destroyed him completely and Nok'Tor led the orcs to safety, to a new land, a shard inhabited by many of the other refugees, a shard named forever by the inhabitants, what an ironic name, since now that the orcs where here, they would begin their work to summon the blood-god here and the destruction would start again.

T'sogg enjoyed the rest of death for only a short time as he knew the blood god would not let him rest, he would be reborn again in the new land. his body would be young again, but the years would be remembered. the loss of family and friends would be with him always.