Kill Or Be Killed

[Nosh'marak]

Nosh'marak woke up with a grunt as the Ogres called his name, the slavemaster stuck his key in to Nosh'maraks shackles, unlocking them with a silent click. As the Ogre threw him out in the arena together with his sabre, Nosh'marak looked straight in to the eyes of his opponent. About ten meters away, there stood a hulking berserker wielding a giant and rusty axe. The bone-piercings stuck through Nosh'maraks skin made a clacking sound as they hit eachother while he bent over, picking up the sabre which he had used so many times before.

When the huge orc charged at him, Nosh'marak was caught off-guard and was sent in to one of the arena walls. The Ogres cheered, shouting insults at Nosh'marak. As he looked down at his ribcage, where one of the bone piercings had cut his skin open a little, he cackled like a true maniac.
"Is that all you've got?! PAIN IS STRENGTH!"

Nosh'marak charged forward with his sabre, wildly cutting at the huge orc who was clearly stronger, but Nosh'marak had the advantage. As the cuts dotted the opponents body, Nosh'marak cut wilder and wilder. Soon, the orc was on his knees and Nosh'marak delivered the final blow to his head. The arena was quiet, the Ogres who were once wild had shut their mouths, looking at Nosh'marak with awe as he split the head of his opponent straight down the middle.

As Nosh'marak kneeled down, grabbing ahold of the spine and ripping it out, blood spurting everywhere over the champion who had won yet another battle. As he held the spine up high, the Ogres roared and cheered. Nosh'marak spit on the corpse as the gates opened once again behind him. He walked back in to the pens, the slavemaster grabbing his sabre and slamming Nosh'marak in the head with it. Everything went black, and as he slowly opened his eyes he heard the roaring of battle. All of the slaves were gone, making their rebellion. Nosh'marak looked across the dark room, his eyes moving to the dead slavemaster with the sabre in his hand. Nosh'marak reached out, grabbing the sabre before bringing it down on his hand, freeing himself from his bond.

As he tied the blade to the stump of his hand he grinned widely.
"Kill or be killed, eh?" He snorted.

[Wornag (Kronnor)]

Nice story Too bad Marnosh had to die, but it's better if you enjoy this char better. Cannot wait to meet him icly (Hope you didn't choose a tutor for your char yet, cause I always wanted to have a trainee for Kronnor, and a Shattered Hand one would be a nice challenge).

[Rhonya]

We actually gave him a tutor ourselves
Because he's ex Iron Horde and we're still careful with those!

[Wornag (Kronnor)]

Alright then. I guess I'll find another trainee, since we've got a wave of new bloods.

[Okiba]

An excellent little story!

Best of look with the new incarnation.