The Alter
Morgad stood next to his light brown, hairy, spider mount he called Zortex on top of a cliff side over looking a valley flooded with orcs, and in the middle a gigantic alter that no orc came even 500 yards of. He had been standing there only a few moments thinking of how he could possibly sneak over to the alter and have a chance to confront Doomsayer when torches began to be lit and a giant orc began screaming orders. The mass of green skin humanoids rushed to every entrance of their valley as quickly as possible as Morgad saw huge groups of Centaur raiders striking the camp from all possible ways.
Centaur here? Morgad said to himself, I heard the rumors of a small group venturing around these parts, but not this big of a group
He thought they were mad for attacking such a huge encampment of orcs, and then realized his opportunity to strike. Morgad jumped onto Zortexs back and rode off charging towards a small group of centaur and orcs fighting, Kill the horsemen, Ill get the orcs! Morgad barked to Zortex as he flung himself towards the nearest orc and decapitated it. Next he engaged two orcs and slew them quickly looking over his shoulder to see Zortex pounce a medium sized centaur and crush it between its powerful fangs. He moved on to strike down another orc from the back and found himself fighting a centaur and an orc at the same time, as the three fought each other (centaur, dwarf and orc) Zortex crept up behind the orc and bit off its leg, then spit some poison into the centaurs eyes. Next thing Morgad new the centaur was being dragged away into a small pile of rocks by its hind legs, so Morgad finished off the orc and looked around for more to fight.
Morgad took a quick glance towards the alter and saw the massive orc leader Doomsayer, accompanied by three or four orcs armed to the teeth, escorting three prisoners two orcs and a dwarf. In panic Morgad hurried down the cliff side and charged towards the alter, only to be cut off by a pack of orcs. The lead orc charged into the dwarf knocking him onto his back just as a group of centaur intercepted the orcs and began to fight each other, completely forgetting about Morgad who got up and began to run again.
He got half way between the alter and where the orc camps were when a few orcs who had spotted him stopped, exactly 500 yards from the alter itself, and Morgad knew he was safe from the battle at hand. The dwarf warrior sprinted to the alter steps just as Doomsayer made the last sacrifice, the lone dwarf, to the god Thudd and storm clouds began to roll in out of no where and darkened the warm sunny skies. Lightning made of fire struck Doomsayers guards and then energy began to raise from the bodies and surround the orc leader, only increasing his size and muscle. Morgad gasped as the orcs green skin began to change into a shiny dark black color and he turned to show his bright red eyes. Doomsayer walked slowly down the hundreds of steps glaring only at Morgad, with a grin stretching across the orcs massive face, and speaking a dwarf language.
I have seen this day coming little dwarf
Doomsayer said to Morgad. Our great god had given me the power to see into the future, and I know the outcome of this conflict pathetic dwarf.
Morgad stood about half the orcs size, but held his axe tight in his grip and prepared himself for the fight of his life. Then, all of a sudden, out of no where Zortex leaped through the air and landed in between the orc and dwarf. The orc then bore a look of shock and fear as he had obviously not foreseen this event but charged the beast anyways not taking his burning red eyes off it. Zortex spit some poison at the orc who brushed it off, but hesitated just long enough for the spider to bite off the orcs left forearm. Doomsayer let out a howl of pain as he swung his mighty sword down upon the spider and stabbed it in the back multiple times killing it.
During the fight Morgad had the time to charge the orc, he leaped into the air and came down with his axe head aimed straight for the chest of the black skinned beast. Doomsayer was to slow in his attempt to parry the blow as his sword was to heavy for his one arm, and Morgad cut deep into his shinning flesh then Doomsayer laid limp on the ground.
The dwarf hurried towards the alter to inspect the dead dwarf and saw that the dead dwarf wore a necklace made of a centaur hoof, that matched his own perfectly