Strength and Honor! - A fanfiction story based on the game World of Warcraft

Krogur opened his eyes. Soft light was filtering in from the top of the hut through the chimney, the sun not yet fully risen. From outside, he could hear a noise like a disturbed beehive, a sound that had instantly excited Krogur for many years and filled him with the sweet anticipation of impending battles. The orc clans of the Horde were preparing for a military campaign. Today, like all mortal races in Azeroth, orcs were fighting against the Burning Legion. Krogur was old, and his battles had long since passed into history. For an orc whose whole life had been spent in battles, old age was a curse. He envied his fallen comrades and regretted not sharing their fate. His wife had died of old age, and his sons did not return from the icy lands of Northrend. But death had so far avoided him, even though he had thrown himself into the thick of battles, fought fiercely, without thinking about caution, for which he had been dubbed "The Furious Axe" by his fellow tribesmen.