Master...?

Food may be all you can think of for the moment, before you've sated your hunger, but still there's something even stronger gripping your heart when you turn your eyes to the black-clad being before you. There may not be room inside your thick skull for actual fear, but respect is a concept even the hungriest ogre can grasp quite easily.

And as you look at him you know for sure that if there's one single entity worthy of all your respect, it would be this man, no matter the fact you are seemingly stronger by the means of physical abilities. His power exceeds the mundane plane however, and just by looking deep into those glowing red eyes you can tell that he could rip you limb from limb much easier than he was able to shape your essence from the depths of his mucky spawning pool.

"Master...?" You taste the word for the first time, and feel it has a bitter flavor to it. You know you won't like to use it often, but you feel it's a necessary evil to keep your life intact. There's still so many other things to taste and experience in the world outside, and for now you decide that you must keep your hunger in check until your Master has allowed you to sate your desires.

"Very good, my champion!" The Dark Lord seems to smile benevolently when you bow your head before him, and you taste the concept of pride for the very first time as you come to realize that he's created you for a certain purpose. You're still unsure of what this might be, but for now you simply savor the knowledge, and hope that your hunger will soon be sated by other means than simple wisdom.

"He's still but a clumsy Ogre." Snorts the hooded creature behind him, without any sign of cowering before you when you turn your hungry eyes towards it. There's probably not much meat underneath those robes, but you think he could still serve as a quick snack to sate the worst of your hunger, before your master decides it's time to let you loose upon the world outside.

"Shush, Uldar!" The Dark Lord commands him (or her?), with a low laughter erupting from inside the horned black helmet. "He will have his time to prove his worth!"

"Of course, my Lord." The creature called Uldar bows before your common master, and then they both turn their heads towards the ceiling, as if listening to noises only they can hear. Then you start to recognize them yourself, as you're slowly getting used to the world around you, and you somehow know that the sounds you hear are those of an ongoing battle. "And much sooner than we'd thought, it would seem."

"Yes." The Dark Lord nods again, then points at an empty space in the middle of the room, where a black flame suddenly appears from his fingertips and forms a wide circle of whirling darkness.

"Go, my champion!" He smiles again, while turning his head towards you, and you find yourself striding towards the portal he's opened to the floors above. "We'll await your return in the throne room. Make haste, and destroy those fools who dare to wage war upon my lands!"

And that's the last words you hear, before you step through the portal to the upper floors of your master's fortress, and you barely care to wonder what kind of foes you're supposed to fight against. Much more importantly though, you certainly hope they've got more meat on their bones than that Uldar fellow by your Master's side...