Xuthakug dreams of his youth... Once, he was a strong and powerful orc, an Orcish Champion. A title long lost to memory; the Choomer as they called him. An orc so fierce that even his brethren feared him. One day, he hoped to obtain the title of Orcish Butcher. But he grew old and sleepy, as he watched his father pass away into the loving arms of Belok. A result of human magic that has killed his father. And so he slept. While the battle cries of the Bludchok Hai and human screams filled his ears, he slept. He heard the commands of the Klerg'goth Xegugg, and the spells of the maniac Elder Mojaka Ne'rull. He heard the bow of the Orc Lord Vishakt snap as he let loose an arrow, into a humans heart. And yet, he slept... So many memories of Xegugg, Vishakt, Krothu, Ne'rull, Ludkrud, Grak, Omegothu, Thigog... so many orcs that fought alongside him... Xuthakug awakens, and he has no use for ummies, other than Trybute and Shinnies... it was human magic that killed his father. He awakens to challenge the current Chieftan... the Klerg'goth. "Hohoho, ee awaik ummies! Und ee wunt BLUUD! Wayk ub Uruks! Tha mitti Bludchok Hai weil CHOOM!! NOOGGRRAAAHH!!!!!!!
Vish surri tu blah dat gunna mizz id. Vish wul bi en Vespur. Der urphunij der. Vish gunna fro littul humi kubbiez uff de roof. Hab tu bi dun. Vish gruk wyl bi bubhosh battul. NOGRAHHH XUTHAKUG! NOOGRAAHH XEGUGG!!! NOOOGGRAAHH BLUDCHOK'HAI !!!
