The melee was quite a ruckus, off in the distance Thog thought he could distinctly pick out the utter screams of his fellows as they gourged themselves on fruits of despair. Somewhere to his left he overheard the battle cry of his faithful shaman lackey, otherwise known as Deedle-dum. "Oi! Gerroff!" The shaman yelled, but distinctly failed and was quickly dispatched by a crazy centagor.
Thog bellowed out a furious roar, shambled toward the nearest beastman and proceeded to eviscerate it with his axe. Before he knew it, Thog was outnumbered and outsmarted. For he was just your ordinary orc. As the blood slowly pooled around his no-longer recognizable face, Thog had one last thought:
Thog likes puppies.
RIP. Thog, 05/16/07-05/16/07