Warrior's Heart.

[gromgar]

Gromgak trudged across Nagrand remembering "Never get lost and run into the wilds east of Garadar," and there he was, lost. He knew this he'd lost all signs of civilisation he took out a water skin and sat by a tree.

A sudden rustling of leaves was heard, Gromgak drew his sword, he had never enjoyed battle but he knew he would have to fight. A Windroc came down with it's talon's razed it scratched his cheek
he felt the blood, making a swoop he cut one of it's wings in half, as he did this he remembered his blade tutor's words, "every Orc must fight eventually, it is the way we defend our homes and we will fight till we can or have no reason to fight any more you must learn this Gromgak and not have fear to wield a blade." He remebered how his hands shook as he slashed at the training dummies.
He leapt on the Windroc, afraid he stabbed wildly at it finally stabbing it's heart he was covered in blood, it was different to the training dummies, he was no longer afraid of his foes, he believed his foes should fear him, he felt a joy in having blood spilt on him, he forgot the dangers of battle and cheered.

(I will be making updates on this once I have thought of more tales.)