Ruling over a kingdom surrounded by Greenskins gave Kazador few worries. In fact he found it rather convenient, and spent the summer months hunting Goblins living within the mountains whenever he can. Sadly those days are long gone. Today nothing gives King Kazador joy. He no longer has any appetite and food always displeases him. Ale is always weak and is unable to lift his spirits. He no longer hunts Goblins in the mountains or bellows with laughter at some casual jest. Today he sits in the darkness of Karak Azul and broods. His subjects trace his decline when a raiding party of Greenskins lead by a massive Orc by the name of Gorfang Rotgut infiltrated the stronghold, pillaging and looting all in his wake. Although the Orcs were eventually driven out, they took many captives, including m