Dorgh Blackbeard.
By: Dorgh
Dorgh Blackbeard, the last of his bloodline but also, an orphan. When he was still a baby, he was picked up by a Goblin, a Shaman, whom never parted with the Orks of the Destruction. The Goblin didn’t have a name, our young hero only knew him as Raspa. The dwarf never understood why his skin was white compared to its new parent. Through the years, their differences were shocking to him and the knowledge which was transmitted was not vain: for he knew all about both races, and beyond. Given a “Ol’Axeâ€, he was taught how to fight boars and wolves. A vigorous training it was, but both Mental and Physic were trained.
Nights on end, Raspa would talk about the fights between Orks and Dwarves, inducing from times to times vision of these bloody battles. One day, a group of Orks came to the Shaman’s house, their unique purpose being to pillage the place. Raspa feared they would discover his “sonâ€. Yet… Dorgh couldn’t help himself. Screaming “Aleaaargh!†he went on with its axe and fought bravely against the threatening foes. Raspa couldn’t believe the massacre laid before his eyes as our hero stood there, bloodied and satisfied.
“Savage like Orks! Looks like Stuntie! But… Ye’git feel like Ork and Stuntie in one!â€
Dorgh only looked at Raspa, kneeling before him as words of apology flowed from its mouth.
Years and years on, they both lived under random raids of the Greenskins, yet living fully, with stolen Ale and boar meat!
The inevitable day came… As he was sleeping, this one particular night, a group of Dwarves had come in. Bearing Words of the Emperor… At the sight of the Goblin, they held him on a stake and “came to the rescue†of Dorgh. He was trying to explain, he tried so hard to tell them their beliefs were false about Raspa, but in vain. They crushed his bones with their maces. “Waaaagh!†A group of Orks lead by a Chaos descended upon the house, fighting off the Dwarves. The Chosen had taken Raspa by its head and threw him aside like a ragged doll. The throw was fatal and Raspa was no more. Its body dissipated into thin energies within the air… Our hero was filled with anger and rage… From a fallen Dwarf, he fitted a shield and a mace and went on to drive the Orks off and successfully killed the Chosen after a long battle.
The night was long, some Dwarves were tending to their wounds and to their fallen brethrens as Dorgh remained besides the only thing that was left from its only known parent, Raspa. He had found a pendant worn by its only known father. Tears ran across his face as he held the memento close to him.
“Yer know, I’m sorry lad.†A hand was placed upon his shoulder.
“We Dwarves are the sworn enemies of the Greenskins… And, there had been rumors of babies being kidnapped…â€
“I’m sorry lad.†Then the Dwarf went off.
Dorgh Blackbeard, the last of his generation, the last of his name, took the opportunity of this day to fight on for the only person he believes…. Raspa.