Skorg

Orc Male

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At the end of the first age, the wrath of the avenging Valar shattered the unnumbered legions of Morgoth, and his armies of orcs were scattered like straw in the wind of a storm. Yet not all perished. While the host of the West sought Morgoth, some of his orcish minions fled into the east, seeking refuge far from the power of their foes. One such orc band was captained by Morgoth's trusted general Skorg. Terrible in battle, a match even for a Noldo elf, Skorg feared nothing less than a Balrog, and his fierce will drove his followers on for months, through the icy wastes of the Forodwaith. Yet many fell by the wayside, and it was with only forty score orcs, counting females and imps, that Skorg approached the Ered Mithrin from the north as winter drew near. Ahead, the orcish scouts sighted the fires of the dragons, and at last the orcs dared to mutiny, crying out with many curses" There is no way forward-or back! Fool, you marched us here to die in this frozen wasteland!" Skorg looked to the south, and beheld a triple-spired mountain, rising from behind a glacial lake. As he desperately sought some scheme, a bolt of lightning flashed from the sky,striking the summit of the mountain's central peak. "Look there,all you cowardly slugs!" Skorg roared. "That is an omen.The Dark Lord has not forgotten us; he gives us a sign of his power. We go no further. At this mountain I make my throne and stronghold-and from here, in time, the orcs will conquer all the north!"