The worst part of war

A stag is grazing peacefully on a beautiful, bright sunny day in Durotar. Perfectly at ease, it is unaware of the danger creeping silently up on it. Suddenly without warning, the animal bucks up and starts twisting wildly around as bloody slash marks appear on the animals pelt. An orc appears from nowhere on the stags back, one dagger buried in it's neck as the other jabs repeatedly and deeply into the animals chest. Before it is fully aware of what is attacking it, the stags legs buckle and it collapses to the ground. Tentan slides off the animals back and proceeds to cut the animals head off to begin skinning it and cleaning the carcass. The deer was fat and his meat plentiful. The clan will eat well. Tentan has come far from the clumsy orc with a bow. His muscles are taught and hair is starting to grow thick on his face. He stuffs the meat into his bag with the rest of his kills and heads back towards the village, humming happily. Arriving at the village, he is welcomed heartily back by the chief, to whom he gives the bag of meat. The chief thanks him and praises his hunting skills. After receiving his cut of the meat to share with his new wife, Tentan retires to his hut. Upon entering the hut he is leapt upon by a tightly muscled she-orc. Laughing, he rolls about on the ground finally being pinned by his beautiful wife. After recounting his days activeties, she goes about preparing the meat while Tentan heads to wash the blood and sweat from himself before enjoying dinner. It is beautiful clear evening, however, lookikng to the west, clouds are starting to gather.

The next day it is dark, and gloomy and heavy with rain. Thunder has been booming all day.. not a good day for hunting so Tentan takes advantage of the day to spend time with his wife and the chief, whom has come to pay visit to his daughter and son-in-law. They are laughing over the chief's stories of old wars and places he has seen, however they are interupted by urgent knocking on the door. Tentan opens the door to find a very wet, tired orc with a bedraggled looking wolf behind him who introduces himself as a messanger from Outland with news. Tentan invites the stranger to come in with his beast and dry off. The wolf makes itself comfortable near the roaring fire with a bone it begged from Tentan, and Tentan sits across from the stranger, who introduces himself as Gelgor, while his wife sets about cooking some food for their new guest. While his wife is busy, Tentan asks eagerly for the news, as he has not heard from his father in a long time and is anxious to hear all he can of his fathers adventures. As if suddenly remembering, Gelgor looks at Tentan with eyes that are pained. He proceeds to tell Tentan that his father Lurtz was killed in duty, while fending his troop from an attack by a Felreaver in Hellfire Penninsula. He tells Tentan that he was cremated and produces a jar of ashes which he hands to Tentan. Tentan takes the jar and sits silently staring at it while his wife stares stunned with tears in her eyes. Moving to consol his son-in-law, the chief is stunned as Tentan jumps up with a roar of rage, drops the jar to the ground and charges off into the stormy night, daggers drawn. The chief and Tentans wife run off after him pleading for him to come back to them. They find him at the edge of the village belowing curses and screaming for revenge. Hife wife taking him into her arms, Tentan collapses sobbing. After what seems like ages, her and her father finally get him up and manage to help him back to the hut. Picking the jar up, Tentan places it gentilly above the fireplace. Staring at the jar with tears still in his eyes, Tentan says to his wife "Tentan wish for revenge. Tentan feel.. rage. Want kill all. You pregnant though. So.. Tentan no go. Tentan try.. get past revenge feeling. Make father proud. Be... good father just like him." It was a horrible, stormy evening, but the storm was just beginning.