Grimlokk walked down the dust laden road winding through the settlement he called home. At the crossroads, he saw her, the mistress Grella, with a small group of goblinz drawing water from the village well.
"Oy, mistress," he called, "wills we be ridin' out soon?". Something heavy dropped within him whenever he came anywhere near Grella.
"We leave in the morning." She said, barely acknowledging his presence. "And you will be leading the first wave".
"Thank you, mistress." Though he knew he was nothing more than an expendable soldier to her, Grimlokk cherished any chance to serve his mistress. He closed his eyes drew her scent in deep as she walked away. Someday...
Orkz Well Prop
Default Material file for Poser 6 & up
DS3 default MAT pose