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Worship= Zagresh exclusively. Hated and feared by other orcs for their perversions, cruelty, and cannibalism (they almost exclusively eat other orcs). Possess a two-headed flesh golem called the Carcass Man of Belkzen, which they employ in battle.

Thoku casually swatted at a dragonfly as he skulked through the rocks and hills of the mountain, stepping lightly on the dry fallen brush, looking around a bolder. He knew how to go about unnoticed in the rugged terrain and it always helped since the shadows would cling to him, but his quarry was less learned in the matter it seemed, as their passage made obvious by the disturbance they would leave in their wake. He could smell them too, humans always have an odd smell about them, their presence was always a constant offense to this particular half-orc. He quickened his pace, slipping this way and that through the rushes, stopping every now and then to listen. The constant howl of the wind and the sound of the mountain added a soft ambiance, a focusing theme for hunting. He heard them over the wind serenade after a short while, talking in their pompous tongue that the Thoku had learned long They complained of the hard walk, sharp wind and the scarce game and orcs, orcs most of all.

Thoku crept closer, staying low in the shadows until he could see them again. They were young things, would-be slayers playing at heroes. No doubt they were seeking to avenge some wrong, perhaps even some slight perpetrated by Thoku himself. He looked down at the hope knifes he had about his belt and smiled wickedly remembering all the hope he has taken over the years. Perhaps they had come looking for one of them. Regardless, they did not seem like they would be trouble, armed with their simple spears and hatchets and wearing no armor to speak of. They thought orc would be easy prey in the group they had, no doubt, Thoku would show them their error and take their hope to.
Soundlessly he waited for the humans to stop again, wiping sweat from their brows and swatting at flies. A brid called out from somewhere as Thoku took this distraction and charged them. His claws ripping into the biggest one a spray of blood flew in the air, his comrade wheeled about, suddenly afraid, gripping his spear so that his knuckles were white. Thoku swiped at him to crippling his leg, and he staggered, dropping his spear in surprise and pain.

The hulking red orc moved up to the downed human, a menacing purpose in his stride. The second cried out “Demon!” and made attempts to locate his spear. Thoku stood over the first human but did not take his eyes off of the second as he lifted the human and tore his neck open with the slow drag of his claw. The human screamed un till the scream turned into a gurgle of blood. The second had stopped looking for his spear and was staring, wide-eyed and shaking. Thoku held the human over his head with one arm and let him suffer as he let the blood wash over him, until he stopped thrashing and the smell of blood was heavy in the air.
“My mountain,” he said to the remaining intruder in the common tongue. He stared at the human, allowing him to back away slowly. He orc grinned wickedly as he did so, finding much joy in knowing that these humans had come expecting to find some easy killing among his kind. The human turned to run as best as his injury would allow, and Thoku let him go, with his hope.

Someone had to tell his people of Thoku the Bloodied one, after all.
When Thoku was young he was a small child and week having the miss fortune of birthing into the Defiled corpse tribe meant his life would end soon. It was only because his father was a string shaman of the tribe that they held off on eating him. Thoku was far more intelligent than most of the other children in the tribe taking to the shamans teachings fast but, sadly even at the dawn of his tenth year his was still a scrawny mass of useless muscle. It was the event of the tribal hunt were ten youngest would be sent out for a week and only the strongest one would come back to be part of the tribe as a man.

So they set out all the while Thoku knew he would not be returning from this trial. If only the other ten killed him on the first night that would have been the end of Thoku’s story but, that was not the case…

The other children wanted to play with what they thought would be food for the first night. Betting Thoku and chasing him onto a small cave, as weak as he was he could not die without doing something so like most children do he ran forward and did the only thing that came to mind. That was to bite with all the strength his small body could. Tarring a piece of flesh off the boy gave Thoku a taste of power he did not know he had. This blood turned him into a powerful red orc demon, and he used it to make short work of the rest of the children.

So a week passed and the tribe’s men came to find the survivor and hail him a man. Only when they found the cave the trail lead them to what they found made them think it was Nulgreth in the flesh. For what was before them was a pool of blood and only the red orc sitting in it. The shaman recognized this beast of a orc as Thoku right away. Surprised by the revelation of this, the orc cheered for they knew that Nulgreth must have blessed Thoku to give him this power.

Now a man but still learning his power Thoku wants to be come the left hand to Nulgreth and serve as his herald in the future. In order to do this Thoku knows he must become a great orc and have the name The Bloodied one known by all.