Umurn

I work the forge, with my mother Gharol. We mine our own ore and shape our own metal.

One day I will shape a weapon fit for a chief. Maybe that chief will be me.

I help in the mines as well as the forge.

One day, I must fight my brother Nagrub for chiefdom. It will not be easy.

Yes, mother.

Sorry, mother. I'll focus on my work.

The metal has been stubborn today. It refuses to bend.

No, mother. It's no wonder our enemies fear the sight of an Orc warrior.