Doubting Rock, rolling boulder.

[Burgorg]

The air was cold, or well that what his body tried to tell him, he did not feel the cold like that anymore, it was all around feeling for him these days. The Giant Orc stood in a Hall surrounded by his new "Kin" Death Knights, soldiers who had died and given second chance or forced to have it. Former slaves, former heroes, now different kind of heroes.. And different kind of Slaves..

Burgorg stand calmly front of a cage inside of the cage he heard screeches and hungry growls, his only eye now glowing light blue stared into it, he saw allmost perfectly in the dark, no need for torches anymore, no need for fire. Fire died near his presence, like flowers.

To learn your new powers recruits you are to grasp them inside them you and embrace them, Do it properly and you live long. Fail and you are to return to death.

Death.. He had died, yes he had dishonored his clans name and died in battle without killing his killer. His heart still beated but it was like a watch, it got slower and slower by time.. Maybe he should just let it drop.
Altough he was told he was a proper orc, a good orc and rewarded with a kiss, maybe it was just pity for the lumbering idiot, he heard that once he was talked about he was stupid only brawn.

Like a peon,  he grunted kept staring at the cage, grasping his Axe in one hand a Ghoul standing vigilant next to him like a dog next to it's owner, shame this dog did not understood much of words, only thing it said were. "You..buy?...Shiney...Raa!"" Burgorg closed his eye for moment he felt how his teargland tried to muster out a tear but only thing what happened was the empty feeling in his gut.

Release them! Let's give the recruits a chance to proof themself. Burgorg looked up seeing the cage door burst open and Gheists and ghouls launched toward the towering orc and others.

Every organ muscle of his body seemed to lose their relaxed state as the axe rised and launched towards a jumping Ghoul, cutting it half, Burgorg saying one single word. "Kill" and the Ghoul leaped towards another ghoul starting the wrestle of two mindless beings.
Him taking small steps, calculated killing from left and right, his fist ramming into a face of a gheist, infecting the thing with his powers and squeezing the face he spread it around him skins boiling and the undead continuing their advance, ignoring the burns and boils as their bodies started to slowly break. Burgorg cutting a ghoul in half dry blood allmost like sand flying to his face, him turning his head slowly to his right.
Seeing a club hitting to his head, making him fly few feets on the air and rolling, his rolling stopping to a scream of metal and sparks as he used his axe as a break.

A vrykul skin blue and eyes glowing with blue fire stood where he were roaring triumphant, killing recruits around him. Burgorg standing up and grunting tendril of blood dripping from his nose, bleeding being slow, as the blood would be frozen in his veins.
He took two calm steps forward, then faster ones, starting to run the sound of his greaves stomping the ground caught attention of few recruits and scourge, the Vrykul roaring and taking a better hold of his club and charged towards the Huge orc who did not stop moving from his strike.

The sound of metal clashing against eachother was defeaning, The air was thick from smell of rot and burning skin, soon all that was forgotten when Burgorg and the Vrykul fight their way in these frozen halls, the Death Knights standing on the edges, staring without feelings.
Somewhere in Burgorgs mind his tought clashed, he did not want to end up being just a shell, he did not want to become a deadie.

Weapons were locked, Vrykul and Burgorg staring eachother, the Vrykul looking triumphant, Burgorg grunting and then sudenly letting go of his axe the Vrykul lifting his weapon for a swing, what never landed, actually the Club rolled to the ground when Burgorg took a hold of the Vrykul and slammed him to the ground allmost breaking the stone squares, cracks appearing around them.
Grapping the leg of the Vrykul he swinged him around like a club killing Scourge around him or atleast punted them away.
The Death Knight Champion stared this in silence and smirk appeared to her face.
"Atleast there is few who still have their living memories intact, I'm sure this orc won't be lost to Death., Name of the Orc?"
Squire looked down the list.
"Burgorg Rockeater, Kor'Kron, well former Kor'Kron during his death he was recruited for us, but also he is given back to Command of Chieftain of the Red Blades."
The champion nod' slightly. "Dabu, there he belongs, we just need to teach him how to live amongst them his strenght will probably tenfold, and we do not want him to kill any of his tribe members in friendly brawls, what seem to focus to his mostly?
"Path of Frost and Death." the squire murmured quietly.
Champion grunted. "Allways the tough ones.. Dismissed get him patched up if he even gets hurt when this cleansing is done, and Knight him, and begin his social training.. and Squire."
"Yes M'Lady?"
"Teach him to speak I do not understand a word he says."


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[Claws]

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