Bound by Hatred.

[Mozrogg]

The sun set over Ratchet, shadows of the bustling merchant town flooding the ground in overcast.

"Vile orc! Your kind is like a stain upon this land! Kul'Tiras will rise, and once again you and your filthy kind will be caged like the animals you are! Or better death!" One marine spouted, as the others around him laughed mockingly at the lone green skin perched in the corner.

Ignore it, calm yourself he thought to himself. Some conflicts must be faught, others can be simply avoided, again and again he repeated this to himself. The orc gathered his belongings and left swiftly before attracting any further attention to himself.. Even in his own lands he couldn't find a quiet place for a drink.

"Yeah, run like the filthy animal you are!" A tendril of spit flying from the human's mouth as he spoke, landing upon the orcs brow. This just would not do..

In a roar of fury the usually calm orc was unshackled. Flying across the room was a chair, hitting the mocking human square in the chest, knocking him off his feet and unconscious. The other humans sprung into action.

The brawl now spiraling outside of the tavern. A lone orc against four drunkards, the outcome almost certain but the green skinned brute wouldn't go down without a fight. And there it was, the blow that would end the conflict all but too swiftly, the back of the head and then... Darkness.

The next day...

Mosquito's buzzed around the bog, the muggy climate all but unbearable. Finally the orc came to, hands bound in chain, stripped of his armour, pride severely dented and the bustling of voices from outside..

[Grekthar]

(Oh dear...sounds like Mozzy's in trouble. Want someone to come along and bust you out? )

[Sadok]

(Oh dear...sounds like Mozzy's in trouble. Want someone to come along and bust you out? )

((Assuming anyone knows! RIP Mozrogg - hopefully the other prisoners aren't looking for someone to play woman. ))