With fleas biting at his flesh, causing bumps to arise that each brought the desire to scratch, Gnak struggled to ignore the urge as he peered across the distance before him. From here the landscape was an ocean of orange and gold sand that stretched on for miles, its infinitive sparkling facets lost only between the wave-like dunes in the distance. Lazily, the sun sank lower and lower into the sky, casting beams of brilliance sparkling across untold distances, telling him that the night was just beginning as wisps of smoke crept overhead from behind him.Though the scents of roasting meats enticed him, causing his mouth to water nearly uncontrollably, he struggled to focus upon his current dilemma. Just days before, he had slain the big chief, and claimed the orc’s title for his own, but his work was as yet far from complete. Unite the orcs, Ishanya had told him. Teach them of her worship and create for the goddess an army of the likes Thurr had never seen before. Gnak had only managed one of three thus far.
