An Orc warband!

From the other side of the cavern you hear footsteps and grunts coming towards you. The flicker of a torch starts to illuminate the small area in which you can see 10 orcs. They must have heard your shouts. Four used bows, and the other six an array of crudely crafted clubs and stone swords, one orc noticeably larger than the others, presumably the chieftain of this little party.

"You...pony-man..." the rough voice of the orc chief echoes the cavern "We... Make you ****... You come nice... Or we kill!" he growls brandishing his stone claymore over his head.

Clearly aggravated you turn towards the orcs, your eyes seething with anger, the veins in your head bulging.

"YOU DARE TO THREATEN ME?! YOU DARE TO MAKE ME A ****?!" you voice of thunder shaking the ground on which you stood, visibly startling the orcs.

As you slowly walk up to the band of orcs, they start to look around at each other, and at their chief. The chief thinking of what to do, his eyes trying to understand where he went wrong. And then he has it! He has a plan. When he snaps to and focuses on what he wants to do, it's too late. You are directly in front of him. Just as he is about to say something you grab him by his throat and lift him up to eye level. Looking him dead in his murky green eyes and starting to squeeze the life out of him. The other orcs frozen in fear.

"Please..." he gargles "Stop...spare me" he begs for his life.

You pull the orc closer, the smell of rotting flesh oh his breath. Still looking in to his eyes.

"No" as you squeeze harder around his neck.

In a last ditch effort to save himself, the orc meekly swings his claymore at you, but having no strength left in him you find it easy to catch, ripping it from his grip.

*snap* his neck breaks

As you drop his lifeless body to the floor, the other orcs tremble before you, pledging themselves to your service.

"You...strong...you strongest...we serve you" One of the remaining 9 orcs states, as if it was set in stone. As if you have to accept.

"Pathetic..." you murmur and you lash your new weapon before walking through the tunnel which the orcs came.

"Yes... Chie-..." is all one of the orcs managed to let you before blood gushed over the walls. All 9 orcs cleaved asunder in an instant.

As you walk through the tunnel you notice a dim light ahead, following this light you find yet another cavern, but this one isn't empty.

You look around to see cages, lots of cages. "Slavers" you hear from the left of you.

You snap your head around and you see someone. Something. You could see its figure, however it was clad in a hooded robe from head to toe, you could see nothing of the thing underneath. He was attending to what you assume to be the captured slaves. Four of them from what you could see. They must have sold most of their stock already as you noticed dozens of kegs, likely full of wine.

"And who are you?"

"I am your new lord" replied the cloaked figure.

"You are not my lord, little man. My cock is bigger than you!"

Hysterical laughter erupts from behind you. "I like him! he's fiesty" a deep voice rumbles.

Clutching your sword in hand you spin around to face this unknown whilst distancing yourself.

"I don't" the hooded figure states.

A giant of a man, clad in what looks like obsidian full plated armour, with demonic visages all over, a blood red cloak draped around his shoulders and to top it all off, a full helmet topped with 3 spikes. Other than his size, and his burning red eyes you saw nothing that gives away who or indeed what is underneath.

"My master, they are ready to be taken back to the keep" the voice from the hood again. Truly there is nothing that hints at what this thing is. Other than his small stature, you don't even know if it is a male or a female.

"Good Uldar, take them at once" this giant speaks

"Master huh? Let's see if you have the right to order me!" You yell as you charge at him.