Ascending From Ruin

The stink of death clings to my fur, but its foulness cannot mask the heady perfume of impending triumph. With every step, the weight of my revenge grows heavier upon my shoulders, driving me ever closer to the heart of our enemies' lair.

Recently, I encountered two cowardly jackals attempting to ambush me in the shadows. They learned the hard way the error of their ways - bones splintering beneath my iron talons, their screams muffled by the dirt they choked on. It seems the entire realm quakes at the mere rumour of my approach.

Even now, my thoughts drift back to the one who anchors me, the reason for my crusade: my beloved sister, Q'rek. She suffers alone, waiting for the day I reach her side, to hold her close and bask in the glow of her affection. Our union will bring forth a new era, where we rule absolute, free to indulge in our deepest desires.

It won't be much longer until I tear down the walls of their citadel, sending the vermin fleeing in abject fear. Once their leaders hang from the gallows, their heads adorning my belt, I'll finally be able to rest, wrapped in the arms of my darling Q'rek, and revel in the fruits of our victory.