Arzag Boneclaw of the Bloodroar clan was a proud warrior, one of the finest bloodthirsty soldiers that his horde ever bred. But he was not entirely consumed by his duties to the clan; in fact his life was in truth sworn to another, another male orc to whom he served more faithfully then his tribe, Morgruk IronChewer. While Morgruk loved Arzag equally so, he still served the orcish armies that were sent to defend their homeland from the invading human raiders of the north with far more passion. It was always a sore spot for Arzag, but something he learned to live with, and eventually come to embrace about Morgruks personality as well. Many moons arose and befell the Bloodroar clan, each siege passing victoriously upon the orcs side, Arzag and Morgruk fighting bravely alongside one another. Until within one particular battle, Arzag was injured, and was bedridden for many weeks within the hut they shared. One of the days within these weeks the orcish horde needed to move out against the humans one last time, and Arzag was unable to accompany his mate in battle. The parted with a strong embrace, and yet a tender kiss, Morgruk proclaiming his love devotedly, and assuring Arzag repeatedly he would return on the morrow, eager to care for him. Yet something felt uneasy within Arzags mind, a disconcerting feeling that wouldn’t leave him, and he begged Morgruk not to go. The proud Morgruk dismissed his mates concerns however, with a tusky grin and one last ‘I love you’, before he disappeared out the door.

That was the last Arzag ever saw of him.

No one knows for sure what occurred out there In the vast field of battle, for little survivors returned. Those that did were somehow driven mad or injured beyond repair, and died shortly after their return. Arzag, his heart and soul shattered the moment the news reached him, somehow went numb to the world. He left the home and horde he had shared with Morgruk, leaving behind all of their earthly possessions, with only a tattered scrap of cloth covering his loins. He has since made a new life for himself, a lone rogue warrior venturing the realms in search of what occurred in that battlefield, of what took his beloved from him. For one thing he did no, it was not the fault of the humans…for while the orcs suffered heavily from that mysterious battle, the pale faces were wiped out entirely.



Sometime in late 2003…or possibly even the summer 0f ’04, I wiped up this sketched based after a slew of warhammer pictures I’d compiled back then. I’m really not sure to be honest since…well while recently going through ’03 and ’04 sketchbooks, I found that most of my sketches have heads that are too small for the bodies. So…well, aside from the fact those’ll never see the light of day, I had a few pics I know I was really proud of, and this was certainly one of them. There were a few other orc ones too, which I hope to finish soon as well. I always liked Arzag the most though, clothing and body ornaments are kind of a rare thing for me to draw so…he’s sort of unique for me. Plus he proves I actually CAN draw that stuff, I just usually choose not to…heh.