Drax grinned to himself as he carved the words in the dirt with his knife. The shack nearby had nearly finished burning, so all he needed was for the right person to wander by and read his brood drenched etching. Curious, the chubby kid spoke up.
"All orks are pozzers? What does that even mean?"
He turned, flashing a crazed grin, and answered. "Listen, Kartesh, yer new to the faith of Gorum. Ya see, the clan of dwarves in these hills and tribe of orcs down by the river have been somehow inexplicably been living within ten miles of each other and not had a conflict that hasn't been diplomatically resolved in five decades. What does that tell ya?"
The kid was short and built like a sack of grain. Large for his height, but lumpy and padded looking. He didn't appear like he could lay out a beating, but he did look like he could survive one standing still. He looked over Drax suspiciously. The man was approaching the far end of middle-age, but besides his greying hair you could hardly tell. War made most men look years beyond their age, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on Drax. He was lean, muscular, agile and rarely had a serious expression on his fice. Kartesh shrugged. "It tells me that they haven't been having any war. Not exactly the way Gorum likes it, is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"Spot on, kid! Now, with Orcs and Dwarves hating each other being the natural order of things, it shouldn't take more than a gentle nudge to get em started on the proper path. Now all we need...," He turned to see a group of Orc warriors staring at him with their mouths hanging open, obviously surprised by the sheer audaciousness of the scene before them.
The tallest one pointed and stammered, "H-h-h...HEY!!"
Drax looked over the Kartesh. "All we need is a few bodies. Now do your thing. And remember to praise Gorum!" A psychotic smile spread over his face, and wounds opened up on his body pouring out blood that burned the ground around him. Drax raised his pick and charged.
The kid stared for a second, bemused. What an interesting journey I have undertaken... He then shouted to the sky, "Hail to my Lord In Iron!!" and transformed into a hulking four armed reptilian beast and followed Drax into the carnage.