A Hero Comes to Rescue

by SYMBO

Green skin

Muscular figure

Big mouth

Short, pointy tusks

Considerably hunched back

This is how we describe, physically, the son of Durotan. Many would say that he's just plain ugly, and more would agree. He is only one of the many greenskins, known as the orcs, inhabiting the West. These orcs are known as vicious creatures. They are a barbaric and savage race.

Little do their long-term worst enemy - the humans - know about the cause of this ferocity among the orcs. These creatures were once peaceful. They were an unaggressive race, until demons came and corrupted them. They were enslaved, and fed with power that taught them bloodlust. They were used as the demons' weapon of mass destruction.

When the demons had no more use for them, they were left alone again. However, their thirst for power, their hunger for violence, their bloodlust remained. This is where the son of Durotan comes in.

To make the very long story short... He saved the orcish race from total annihilation and from their own consuming hunger. He was one of the few humble orcs that heeded an advice that led to all the glory of their race. He was able to make peace with humans. He led his people to the West, where they established their new home.

The son of Durotan didn't just make peace with humans. He didn't just lead his people away from extinction. He led them away from their obsession, from their lust, from their barbaric desires.

And now, Thrall, the son of Durotan sits on a Throne as the Orc Warchief, ready to lead, and to serve, even the lowliest of his loyal people.

Long live Thrall.