Grom awoke with a headache from where he hit his head on a rafter in the iron mines. Forcing himself up he looks around for the leather strap he uses to protect the orange stump of what was his left arm from getting cut. He looks in a shattered mirror at his bald head and beard, unable to put them in a proper braid he looked like a vagabond instead of a true orc. Not that it actually mattered, He was a slave, always was. Born in a Black-Swamp slave pit and sold to a Iron-Hand caravan at the age of 2, Grom never new any other way of life. Suddenly a load crack and the sound of sparks could be heard as a rough female voiced shouted "alright filth, today I expect three wagon loads of iron by moon rise, understood". Grom walked out to see an armored female orc with an iron whip mounted on top of a cave drake. Grom new this orc as Az-Ta Elf-Slayer, she was the slave pen master and a vicious one at that. Grom new all to well how handy she was with that iron whip and began to move down to the mines, willing to fill all three wagons himself if it meant avoiding a lashing from Az-Ta. Later that day as Grom was pulling out the second wagon load of iron, he heard what sounded like a war horn when suddenly a barred arrow goes into his left shoulder and he feels himself start to be dragged. He managed to catch a glims of his attacker, it was an orc from the Blood-Skull clan. Grom new he had to do something, so with what strength he could Grom grabbed onto the wire attached to the arrow and pulled. The force was just enough to knock over the archer, giving Grom time to grab a pick axe and break part of the arrow just so he couldn't be pulled again. The archer stood up and pulled out to saw like daggers and lunged at Grom. Out of instinct Grom swung the pickaxe straight into the chest of the archer, knocking him back. Grom new he had size and strength advantage, but the smaller archer was trained and better equipped. Grom went to swing for the archer's head, missing as he rolled to the side. Grom's pickaxe was now embedded into the stone ground. The archer used this sudden stop of motion to his advantage has he put the daggers into Grom's back. Grom screamed out in pain as he took his fist to the archer's back. Grom's size and strength just enough to knock the archer off his feet. Grom took a rock from the ground and smashed it into the archer's head. Not enough force to kill the archer but enough to leave him mangled and letting out a cough as he says "where is your honor, to leave a fellow orc to suffer like this instead of using a killing blow. There's no honor in this torture". Grom just walked away, letting out a soft whisper "Orc's have honor, slaves have survival" 

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