Game Text: Exert this avatar and pay 1 power Deal 1 damage to each opposing combatant.
Lore Text: Years ago, Gormug's right eye was gouged out by a deft assassin. His scarred visage is now hidden beneath his custom-forged helmet, protecting his blind side. It is said the assassin took over a week to die.
You bring Kylan O'Danos to Firiona. The Barbarian host follows them away from Blackburrow as she explains to him the situation. You let loose a sigh of relief as the last of the Barbarians disappears behind a hill.
Suddenly you hear the growling and howls of beats behind you and turn to see a new army marching from Blackburrow. At its head is a giant warlord with an eyepatch integrated into his horned helmet. He wears formidable spiked armor, and bears an enormous battle axe. He directs before him two hideous beasts, each with bodies of a lions, two fire-breathing heads of a goat and a bull, and twin tails of poisonous snakes -- Chaos chimeras. Above the horde flies the giant crimson banner of the Chaos Lord, Gormung the Cruel. Gormung takes an arrogant stride forward and pats the head of one of his snorting chimeras.
'They promised me an army to crush! What do they give me instead? A nameless fool traitor intent on self-sacrifice to stop an army! Hah!' With a lazy wave of his arm as if to say it was barely worth to the effort, he motions with his giant axe to the howling legions. 'Crush that one's body and tear it apart -- but leave the fool alive as I'll have more torments in store afterward!'
Slay your opponent's avatar or complete four quests to win the game.
Game Win Lore
A Chaos Chimera groans its death rattle as you leap over its falling body. It slumps to the earth amid a pile of dead and dying Gnolls. Ahead of you stands Gormung, silhouetted against the cloudy red sky of battle, bleeding from several wounds. The giant warlord screams and charges at you with a giant battle axe. You easily sidestep the blow and strike Gormung across the head, knocking off his helmet and revealing a hideously scarred face, a crater of empty flesh where his right eye once was. The warlord howls and grasps the fresh gash across his forehead.
'Wretch maggot! I'll crush your skull into powder!'
He swings his battle axe in a blind rage; you easily sidestep him and strikehim in the back of his thigh. The giant Chaos Lord thunders to the ground as a deadweight, his body shuddering as he falls on his own battle axe. His final howl shatters the storm of the battlefield. The remaining Gnolls cower in fear, then run gibbering in terror back to their burrows.
You gasp for breath for a few minutes, looking over the carnage of the battlefield, senseless and silent. Eventually you pick yourself up and head back to Firiona to report the battle. Both Barbarians and Gnolls will talk in awe of this day for years as the Battle of Blackburrow, though it will be some time before they learn of your name.
You have defeated Gormung the Cruel!
Game Loss Lore
Gormung stands tall before the endless waves of snarling Gnolls and the acrid smoke of the Chaos Chimeras. His army forms an arena of rancor around you, pierced by countless jagged spears and cruel blades, and the howls and jeers of inhuman throats.
The Warlord of Chaos raises his massive battle axe and slams it down upon you with all his might, sending you flying into the spectators. They kick you and curse with foaming snouts before gibbering away as Gormung stomps forward, an impossibly tall mountain of rippling muscle and rancor.
'You meddlesome fool. My malice for you at this moment is matched only by the endless roiling tempest of hate that I feel for that Elf witch you are lapdog to. Do not worry -- she will be joining you soon enough. When I am finished with you, they will sing dirges about your your pain for many years to come.'