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Returning to Lakeshire, I couldn’t help but think about the death of that Gnome servant. I still had things to do, but everywhere I looked, I was reminded of what I had witnessed earlier. So, I decided that I needed a change of pace. Back in Thelsamar, I noticed a large wanted sign for an orc named Chok’sul. Chok’sul is the leader of a local tribe of Ogres which has been frequently terrorizing the area. I decided to put an end to his reign.
After picking up a new Mechanostrider, I took a gryphon to Loch Modan and told the townspeople my intent. They were shocked and amused. “But you’re just a wee little man, you’d never stand a chance!” One drunken Dwarf scoffed. I promised to prove them all wrong, bringing back it’s head as proof.
After a long, wet ride around The Loch, I finally arrived at the Mo’Grosh Stronghold, just east of the Stonewrought Dam. The compound was a jumble of tents and caves, with dim fires scattered about the area. Ogres roamed around in packs of two and three, aimlessly and silently carrying their crude stone weapons. I sharpened my sword and went to work.
Once again, my “wee” size was a great advantage against the enormous savages. I dodged and blocked their attacks with ease, taking them down one by one. What the Ogres lacked in intelligence, they more than made up for in sheer enormity not only in size but in number. Every kill was met instantly with another horde of monsters. I grew tired as I fought my way to the great cave where Chok’sul waited.
Finally dry, I got a rush of energy. I didn’t care how many Ogres attacking me at once. I kept my mind on my ultimate goal. A winding path of death emerged as I fought my way to the back of the cave. I broke through to a large opening toward the eastern section. There sat Chok’sul. He slowly stood up, staring menacingly directly into my eyes. Undeterred I starred back, motioning with my sword to come at me.
I broke through to a large opening toward the eastern section. There sat Chok’sul.
He stretched his muscles and let out a rumbling laugh. His mindless posse joined in his taunt. I was not amused. I ran straight toward the Ogres with as much force as I could muster, but seemed to just bounce off the elite Ogre. Chock’sul and his two goons started attacking. The fight was largely one sided, with Chok’sul and his goons knocking me around like a stone. I soon found myself in a struggle for my life. The henchmen eventually succumbed, but Chok’sul was still without a scratch.
Was that Dwarf right? Was I foolish to take on this elite Ogre? I was determined to prove him wrong. I was thrown up against the wall again, when I heard something fall out of my bag. It was a healing potion! Holding of the Ogres attacks with my shield, I drank the entire bottle. I suddenly felt like new again. Chok’sul slammed down his enormous mace and I knew this was my chance. I climbed up his enormous arm to the top of his head and buried my sword deep into his skull. Like a falling boulder, the behemoth fell backwards, dying in a pool of blood, dirt and rancid meat.
I returned to Thelsamar and took Chok’sul’s head from my Mechanostrider and entered the inn. With a thud, I dropped it right in front of the Dwarf. Suddenly the inn grew completely silent, then just as quickly errupted into a chorus of cheers and yells. For the first time, I felt like a true hero.
