With a quick whisper to the Raven God I swing my axe, felling the first elf that crosses me. With a bellow, the Black Orc nearest me congratulates my kill. I feel the primal power of the orcs and my own rage lends me strength. This day, I will not defend... I will take what is mine from my enemies.

It is not long before I feel the ruinous power in my veins pulsing, giving me might and withering my foes. The Imperials in this battle know enough to fear me—I can see them running as I carve my way toward their priest, his eyes ablaze with hatred. Their god is no match for mine, but still he will seek me out for combat. I admire his bravery.

The priest closes with a blinding flash and a wild swing from his hammer. The two-tailed comet on his weapon collides with the eight-pointed star on my shield and a shower of sparks sprays us both. As our weapons crash again and again, I realize that neither of us will go quietly; so much the better. The battle surges on for what may have been an eternity; my world shrinks to a few meters around me as my shield and axe drink deeply of hatred. Today I will prove to the Changer of Ways that I am truly his Chosen.