Houses were burning down to ashes, orc women fleeing ,carrying their babies in their arms. The village of Kannandra was filled with terror. Corpses lied on the streets like dead flowers beneath a tree. There was bloodshed, there were screams, the innocent were being tortured to death,those who could survive were running for their lives. One could only see fire all around , orcs burning alive, their houses reduced to ashes, meteor shower, hellhounds tearing the flesh of the corpses. Amid all these one could only hear one thing, that voice. That voice which could fill anyone’s heart with terror. The voice of the Pitlord. He stood there laughing, laughing at the helplessness of these mere orcs. With his scythe in this hand he stood there inside in his pit of malice and laughed at these poor orcs who could only flee.
The village of Kannandra wasn’t always like this. It was once the center of attraction for travelers,both orc and human. The human explorers would come there often to rest,because the village was on the way to Kishandu,the island where the humans lived. The village was once the home of two friends who would give their lives for each other,Mogul Khan and Thrall. Thrall was the orc prince . He stood some 7 feet tall,green from head to toe, well built, dressed in the royal orc warrior dress with his hammer in his hand and riding a giant wolf which was black and some 15 feet from head to tail. Mogul Khan on the other hand was the son of the army’s captain. Fiery red all over, a plate mail on his torso and a huge axe in his hand.
One day while Mogul was away to Kishunda, the skies got dark, dense clouds filled up the sky and there was darkness all around. Not a single sunray could reach the land. People gathered on the streets wondering what was happening,whispering among themselves. This went on for sometime and just when the crowd was starting to go away a meteor came falling from the sky and created a hole in the earth. People gathered around the hole,looked inside that pitch black pit trying to guess what was happening when out of the dark huge amount of lava began spurring out. Smoke,dust and from the inside emerged a creature never seen before. Purple from head to toe,it had four legs as thick as that of an elephant, teeth razor sharp and long, a tail which had a blade on its end, he raised his scythe in the air and it began raining fire. Huge boulders on fire began raining from the dark sky. His minions crawled out of the pit and reached for the crowd.The orcs as well as the humans began running, some who fell in the rush were the first ones to fall prey to those damned creatures. The pitlord laughed, and his laughter filled the skies and the hearts of the orcs and the humans.
There was a massacre that was going on, people were being cut open, slashed, burnt and their flesh eaten by these minions. The pitlord then picked up a small child with his fingers, looked at it and opened his mouth to put it inside when from the burning houses emerged Thrall. He came riding his wolf; people turned their head with eyes full of hopes that this orc prince would save their lives. He kicked his heel into the side of his wolf and it galloped towards the Pitlord. Thrall threw his hammer towards the Pitlord. It hit him right on the head and there was a huge explosion. A grin came on Thrall’s lips but fate did not want it to last for when the cloud of dust cleared he saw the Pitlord standing unharmed and his hammer lying down beside the shaft of the Pitlord’s scythe. It was Pitlord’s turn now, he smacked Thrall with his scythe and cut open his wolf. A tear drop rolled down Thrall’s face as he watched his wolf being slashed in a single attack. He was filled with rage, his fiery red eyes seeking revenge, he picked up his hammer and swung it with all the power he had but his massive power was no match against the Pitlord. He flicked his tail and the blade on it’s end left a scar on Thrall’s face. Kannandra’s hero was down, the people knew that all hope was now lost. They had no other choice than to surrender. People fell on their knees crying, begging those hellhounds to spare their lives but those damned creatures showed no mercy. Their poisonous teeth pierced the skins of the innocent, their claws ripped through their flesh like butter.
The Pitlord walked slowly towards Thrall as he lay on the ground helpless, wincing in pain, his limbs not having the energy to even shake. The Pitlord raised his scythe in the air for the finishing slash, but just as the blade went up there came an axe and cut the Pitlord’s hand off,the scythe dropped and the Pitlord fell to his knees in unbearable pain. It was Mogul Khan’s axe, legend was that it was so sharp that one could cut himself just by looking at it. Mogul Khan ran for the aid of his prince,his friend. He looked at Thrall and saw the pain the Pitlord had put him through. He picked up his axe and went for the kill.The Pitlord rose to his feet and looked at his hand as it grew back. He picked up his scythe to fight Mogul but it was too late Mogul’s axe was already piercing his chest and his heart. The Pitlord dropped dead and with him died his minions,one by one. The skies cleared and there was peace yet again in Kannandra .