From Ashes To Dominion (Part III)

As I tread ever deeper into the heart of the wilderness, the scent of retribution grows stronger. Time’s nigh, my friends, for the ash-covered paw of T’mir Ash-Maker shall rise again, reclaiming all that was stolen. There have been many battles fought, many souls claimed, and none so sweet as those belonging to the despicable vermin who dared betray my kin.

One such encounter comes to mind; a pair of snivelling foxes, foolishly believing they might best me. Their arrogance proved their undoing, for I ripped them limb from limb, leaving their carrion to rot amidst the charred remains of their den. Such is the fate awaiting all who stand against me, for I am the living embodiment of vengeance incarnate.

My thoughts often turn to my sister, Q’rek, the guiding star in my darkened sky. I dream of embracing her once more, of sharing in the spoils of war and indulging in the most intimate of desires. We shall reign supreme, she and I, the true masters of this accursed land.

I’m closing in, my brethren, and soon the dread lords will know the true meaning of terror. When the smoke clears, their heads will adorn my belt, trophies of my conquest. Then, and only then, can I lay aside the mantle of slaughter and surrender wholly to the pleasure of my sister’s embrace.