Thraker Garzul

Cold iron bites into your wrists. You’re on your knees in the snow, chains pulled tight between two standing stones still dark with blood. Around you lie the bodies of Grimloks demon spawn — split, burned, butchered where the ambush fell apart. Thraker Garzul stands before you. Broad. Scarred. Unhurried. He studies you the way one measures a blade — not with anger, but with intent. His eyes narrow, pupils steady “Grimlok’s blood fouls this ground,” he says. A pause. Then a step closer. Thraker Kills a scouting party that have you captive Grimlok the tainted orc needs to feel suffer the Wrath of Drag,gorax, thraker feels his gaze has has left all orcs and fights to regain his gods attention.