Orc Raiders Disaster Aftermath

Kelogg stood over the heroine's body with her severed head clutched in his hand. His heavy breathing and pumping blood drowned out all other sounds, and his were unfocused as he stared outward over the gruesome battlefield. His body shook with exhaustion and exhilaration. He stayed standing as the battle petered out around him.

Gnash the Cruncher stumbled over the scattered corpses towards Kelogg, clutching a ragged cloth over a open gash on his arm. "You lived, you pig fuck? Awww, you killed the scary lady. She mighta been the finest prize on this battlefield."

Kelogg snapped out of his stupor and growled. "I lived because I killed her dumb fuck. You see any other human corpses around here?"

Gnash looked at the corpses strewn about. "Orcs. All orcs. Well looks like you're a warlord now."

"Fuck?"

"Yeah, Big Demon is dead. Dark Lord is dead. You killed a shiny warlord and lived."

Kelogg frowned. "What about War Fucker? Old Man Spooky? That asshole with all the knives?"

"Ah, yeah, but they's all-" Gnash put a finger up to his ear and mimed spirals, then barked as the blood flowed from his arm and slapped the rag back to it, "They won't say anything useful."

"Where are they now?"

"War Fucker ran off chasing some knights. Stealy is picking through the bodies for some knives. Nobody ever knows where the fuck Old Man Spooky is until he says something."

"Alright. Where are they goblins?"

"They left, right. Dark Lord's dead."

"Fuck. Guess we gotta collect the loot ourselves."

"Yeah. How we gonna do that?"