Background: Klug, like most of the children in his clan, was hit in the head many times while growing up. "To make Klug strong and to make Klug fight hard!"
Unlike the rest of the children though this did something 'right' for him. He grew up fast like an orc should, but he also grew up smart. He was able to out smart the rest of the orcs and instead of fighting his way up the ranks he was carried on the backs of his peers. Thus he is not a big brute but a slightly over weight and crazy witch doctor who, when called upon to fight for the clan or for his rank, takes an alchemical drug and ruins all who oppose him.
The crazy comes not from the ease of his life or the rocks to the head from his youth, but from the many days and nights he has spent in his hut of a lab perfecting his potions and drugs to do anything and everything he wants them to do.
During the last few years the has been an up coming orc who has been seen as the next "Chief of the Tribe." This is because he is the size of a house and can lift five livestock with one hand. In the final testing stages of a solvent that turns anything it touches to gold, this behemoth of an orc picks up Kulg's hut and throws it relieving and area filled with all of Klug's things. Potions to flasks and lab equipment. The orc yells
"Klug not good for clan no more! Klug be crushed!"
and he smashes his large sized great club upon the ground and with it a scar rips through the clan's camp deeper then one can see.
As he is falling Klug puts his hands behind his head as if in a relaxed position and ponders his brief life. Wondering what is to come next, if he will live, where he will go and what more he could have done to prevent a stupid orc from doing this...
"Wait a minute! That orc did not possess the muscle mass to commit such a feat! What in the world could have created such a chasm?"