In the time that followed the swift annihilated of Gul'dan's birthplace, the first warlock took to the wastes which had nearly been his end months earlier. With newfound power he was left never wanting, for he could sustain himself on much less than the average person. As he made his way into the wastes, a burning and zealous vendetta began to brew within the young orc. With those who had mocked and ridiculed him now turned to ash, Gul'dan was left with a single enemy… his own father.

While Gul'dan's father was a figure he had no recollection of, he knew more than well what kind of orc his father was.Brutish. Crude.Negligent. Yet the greatest sin of all was the abandonment of his own mate and child.

Gul'dan had a lead,and a vague one at that. He was able to pry up a bit of information from one of his people before blasting them into oblivion. Thanks to this lone clue, Gul'dan had narrowed his search down to an area that lay on the eastern border of the wastes.A long journey… yet vengeance demanded it.

A straight yet seemingly endless march followed for Gul'dan, his only companion being his own seething hatred for the orc who had abandoned him. Though this isolation, one which would crush many, was not to last unending…

One day Gul'dan heard a voice echo across the wastes.

"KEEP UP, BEAST! A load of five warrants the work of five!"

It was no orc. That or an incredibly large one. Regardless of what it was, Gul'dan soon saw the figure silhouetted ahead of him in the distance. Waves of rippling heat made it impossible to clearly see what was going on or who this thing was talking too.

While the lone warlock would've likely ignored it any other day, the figure was directly in his path. What little curiosity brewed within Gul'dan was justified by necessity. He would keep moving forward until at last a meeting would occur.

As he drew ever nearer, Gul'dan was slowly able to make out what he was looking at. It was an ogre, and an incredibly large one at that. Almost wide as he was tall, this titanic brute ranted on and on to hisbeast.

The ogre's beast was far from imposing though because it was simply a young orc, likely no older than 15. This orc was pulling along a loaded down wagon all by himself,a job obviously intended for more than one. This wagon was filled to the brim with dedicate oddities, pleasures, and provisions,classic possessions of a vain ogre. All the while as they advanced, the ogre would yank at the orc's chain and bellow out critique.

As his relentless lashes of spoken word continued, the ogre was so focused on yelling to the beast behind him that he did not see the beast ahead until it was too late. Turning around only to recoil in panicked surprise, the ogre bellowed out a yelp before snarling and leaning in towards Gul'dan, who now stood right before him.

"WHO are you!?"

"An orc lost the wastes…"

Out from under his tattered hood, Gul'dan let his gaze slowly drift to the overworked orc who was hitched to the wagon.

"Who's he?"

"HE? THAT is my property! And it is on its first march through the wastes.One of your wretched kin from the eastern reaches…"

Gul'dan looked up to the ogre now, nodding some.

"There is only one… Surly a lord of your stature could afford more."

"HMPH. You are perceptive for an orc… I had FIVE when I set out. They were weak… so is this one."

"Obviously… And what will you do when he dies?"

"Come again?"

"Surly you don't expect an ogre such as yourself to pull his own wagon?"

This struck a cord in the ogre, it showed in a twinge that passed over his features. He was now truly listening now to what Gul'dan had to say either out of annoyance or true intrigue.

"Who's to say it won't last the trip?"

"His legs. His back. His heart… I'd say he has a week carrying that load."

Frustration was building in the fatty innards of the ogre, yet before an outburst was able to explode forth, Gul'dan averted it.

"That's why I'd offer myself into your ownership."

"Excuse me?"

"As I told you before, I am lost amidst these wastes. I would give anything to leave them… even as a slave."

A wicked grin began to grow across the ogre's face. When his current orc died, he would have another to take its place. Excellent. Perhaps he'd make this trip after-all.

Even the orc hitched to the wagon, who had kept his gaze to the dusty ground all this time, finally glanced up to see what was happening.

Gul'dan began to kneel down before the ogre now, bowing his head and pressing his bare knees to the ground. This warranted a posh chuckle from the ogre, who flicked out one of his ring-adorned hands, lowering it to Gul'dan.

"A wise decision, creature… Come. Kiss one of the rings upon your master's hand and I shall free you from these wastes."

The silence of the wastes doubled when the two of them fell silent. One standing, one kneeling. One master, and one slave. With each passing moment of no word or no action, the ogre became increasingly fed up. He shoved his hand towards the kneeling orc further now.

"What are you WAITING for? All you must do is kiss-"

Like a striking snake, Gul'dan lunged up at the ogre, grabbing the extended meaty arm and bursting it into a torrent of fel fire. Screaming and wailing in utter horror, the ogre spilled back over himself, panicked and blind to the world around him. Gul'dan followed, leaping up onto the ogre's chest and grasping about his screeching head before igniting it into a green blaze. The burn was just slow enough for Gul'dan to savor.

It was dreadfully quiet after that. The only sound that remained was the heavy breathing of Gul'dan and the sizzle that came from the dead ogre's charred remains.

The orc hitched to the wagon looked on in awesome horror, jaw hanging agape and eyes wide with bewilderment. This young orc looked on as Gul'dan stooped over to yank off one of the ogre's charred fingers, a finger which had a silver ring upon it.

Gul'dan inspected the ring before slowly letting his gaze drift to the orc who watched. A wave of terror washed over the recently freed slave and it verged on hysteria. Yet the word of Gul'dan would command control.

"You... I'm looking for someone. A traitorous orc of self-exile, born and bred within the wastes and now presumed to live among the eastern reaches. A scar stretching over his brow. A brute. An idiot. Do you know him?"

The torrent of information was a bit much for the poor youth on account this was the first orc he'd seen in weeks. Despite this, he tried his best to answer the dark figure.

"I know… I know of a one such orc. Stories… A rumor or two."

Gul'dan began to advance towards the wagon, pocketing the silver ring and stepping over the ogre's smoldering corpse.

"Take me to him… This favor for your freedom."

The orc began to nod as swiftly as he could in his exhausted state, more than willing to aid his savior. No words were needed.

Gul'dan walked over to the corpse and scooped up an ashy key before walking back to the wagon and unlocking the harness which locked the orc into position. With a groan of pain, the young orc crashed to the ground, an orchestra of pops came from his back as he was at last freed from the hunched position he had been confined to for gods know how long.

Stooping down to the orc's level, Gul'dan tilted his head and asked a single question.

"What do you call yourself?"

The young orc slowly began to sit himself up, looking to Gul'dan and pressing a weak fist to his own chest.

"Teron'gor."