“Da Shaman sipped again at the mug of blood that his followers had brought him to help enduce the trance that he sought. He was trying to understand how the followers of the chaos powers. They seemed to like to fight the way Da Orcs to fight, but everytime he accepted that, they did something to illustrate that they fought for a higher cause. This always gave the shaman fits, for what cause is higher than fighting? It just made no sense. He was getting frustrated; he growled a low feral sound. The vision took him: Gork was there, and he patted Tod roughly on the back "Dere iz nuffink moor ta fightin' dan fightin'. If'n dey fink 'dere is, den dere wrong. If'n dere wrong, den da orcz ar RIGHT. and we all knowz, MIGHT Makez RIGHT!" "WAAAAGHghhhhhh, *snort* Tod Da Odd woke with a start. He smiled with an evil purpose and exited the teepee heading for the cheiftain hut.

The Chaos ladz put up a fight but never seemed to be able to get any offense going. ”