I have awoken from my slumber of the ages today only to find that death has ravaged my once proud chiseled features. Damn those priests keeping power from me. However, I have a surprise for them ha ha ha. Tonight is when all hell shall break loose and I shall reclaim my old empire. Through the dank and dark halls, I hear my priest hobble toward me he has left his underlings to do his biding for him. As the door slowly opens, the priest requests that I oversee the raising of my army. Ah, my once proud armies, I only hope they made better in death than I. As I entered the outside world, I saw nothing but searing deserts and rolling dunes. "It is done," exclaimed my priest and as I looked, I have seen the horrors of death in many a orc. However, my army far surpassed all the horrors that I had done in the past. In the ranks of my army, some retaining the armor they had donned as mortals. There were ranks upon ranks of men if they can still be called that with flesh still hanging in loose strips from their bodies. Now with my men I see the target, the camp of greenskins is only a few hundred meters and their war drums can be heard. As we move on confidant in our superior numbers, another camp appears across the dunes. It seems that they were just scouts and the war party was going to eat us alive. So disregarding my own body I marched onward. We arrived at the scouting camp and I remember the screams that came as we attacked. Pleading for mercy orc after orc was killed until one was left. Lets just say I dealt with him.