Scar looked over from the cover of the trees at the village. All seemed peaceful there, but to him it was just another place to steal lunch from.
He'd not had an easy life, his mother had died in childbirth, his father was usually drunk and his three brothers had constantly picked on him. When he was twelve his village had been burn to the ground in a savage attack, he had fled for his life.
Now he led a group of outcasts and wanderers, looking for food to survive as best they could.
It wasn't easy being an Orc.
He'd not had an easy life, his mother had died in childbirth, his father was usually drunk and his three brothers had constantly picked on him. When he was twelve his village had been burn to the ground in a savage attack, he had fled for his life.
Now he led a group of outcasts and wanderers, looking for food to survive as best they could.
It wasn't easy being an Orc.