Drog Teef-rippa

In the harsh lands of the Bonecleaver Horde, amidst the desolate landscapes where the echoes of battle reverberate through the air, a warrior named Drog Teef-rippa emerged. Born under the auspices of the Bloodmoon, a night of ill omen that foretold great strife, Drog embodied the brutal spirit of his Orcish lineage.
Drog displayed an insatiable thirst for combat from an early age, sharpening his prowess and tusks after each victorious clash. He rose swiftly through the ranks of the Bonecleaver Horde, leaving a trail of defeated foes and shattered weapons in his wake. His combat prowess and unwavering ferocity earned him the title of Teef-rippa, a moniker that spoke of the countless enemies who fell before his jagged weapon and also for his tendency to take “souvenirs” from them.
Drog's loyalty to the chieftain of the Bonecleaver Horde, Gorak Bloodskull, was unwavering, but his heart burned with a desire for personal glory. He led raiding parties into the darkened realms of the continent with a savage delight. The gleam in his eyes intensified as the clangor of battle echoed in his ears, and the scent of blood filled his nostrils.
Amid the numerous battles, Drog's reputation as a fearsome warrior spread. The Bonecleaver Horde honored him and tales of his exploits were many. Yet, as the seasons shifted and the Horde sought new territories to conquer, Drog felt a restlessness deep within his savage heart.
One fateful night, beneath the same Bloodmoon that had heralded his birth, Drog made a decision. Breaking away from the Bonecleaver Horde, he embarked on a solitary journey, driven by an inner call to seek glory beyond the confines of his clan. His departure, marked by the ominous silhouette against the moonlit horizon, left the Horde split between feelings of admiration and feelings of betrayal.
Drog Teef-rippa, the former warrior of the Bonecleaver Horde, now roams the untamed lands alone, his insatiable hunger for battle pushing him to explore uncharted realms and face adversaries yet unknown.
The tales of Drog's exploits continue to be whispered around orcish campfires of his old home, inspiring some and eliciting hatred in others who hear of the Teef-rippa's solitary quest for glory in the shadow of the Bloodmoon.