Hello, this is going to be my first story but I hope to have more coming soon after. I intend to update regularly if college life allows but I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment with any concerns or things I messed up on. Compliments are nice as well though if you want to hand those out.
Upon a high mountain ledge a single figure stood. Covered in blood as was the cliff the large being was simply looking down at a burning village in the distance. Ur of the Grimantle tribe gave a defeated roar as he fell to his knees. He had traveled all day and well into the night to try and reach his tribe to warn them of the Ogres attack that he had discovered after his hunting party barely took down two of them that had split off from their war band but leaving himself as the only survivor either by skill or by luck.
With his axe in the dirt the Orc went to his knees and wept at the devastation of his tribe before he was overcome by another drive, vengeance. With a roar he took the axe and began to run down the mountain path to the village. Above him the sky cracked with lightning as it turned blood red but in his bloodlust Ur did not notice. He did however take note of the strange cloaked being that appeared before him with the sound of a thunderclap. It remained still as it floated slightly above the ground, glowing yellow eyes peering at the Orc. Its body hidden completely by a snow white robe with only long sleeves showing where the arms were and only the robe staying long enough to hide where the legs would be. Yelling with all his might Ur swung his axe and just as the weapon would have hit the behind he saw a flash of red light and knew no more.