"KILL THE BEAST!" a tribal khajiit yelled. In a small village on the outskirts of Orcrest, an unusually large warzog was rauaging the community. It made it into the town on the stroke of midnight and had already killed the tribal leader's wife while they slumbered. The khajiiti tribesman threw their javelins at the beast. The volley of spears found their mark on the creatures backside, but this only enraged the warzog. Two Senche-Raht's tried to subdue the beast. However, the animal bit into their stomachs as they leaped on it killing them both. The villagers quaked in fear as the warzog charged at the other warriors, sending them into the air and impaling them on the spears still in it's backside. For a wild beast, it was impressively smart. The last warrior looked at the beast with dread in his eyes. His friend's dead eyes were looking at him skewed on the warzog's back. The warrior's fear got the best of him and he fled. He quickly gave a small khajiit his spear and ran out of the village as fast as he could. The beast saw the coward flee and turned it's attention on a small khajiiti girl with the javelin. The warzog began psyching itself up for another charge. The little khajiit stood there paralyzed with fear as the creature lunged at her. She closed her eye's expecting the worst. One of the surviving villagers tried to pull her out of the way. But the creature was too fast.

Blood was everywhere. The quivering girl opened her tear filled eyes to see that the warzog had actually jumped on the spear she was holding in front of her. The creature writhed in pain as the spear pierced it's heart. Shocked, the little khajiit let go of the spear and the beast fell over dead. The remaining villagers surrounded the beast and cheered. The little khajiit still hadn't processed her actions yet and just stood there. A firm hand was placed on her shoulder. "Young Skiirdra. You were more valiant than our most fiercest warriors! The gods must have smiled upon you tonight. Therefore, This one will make you the new honorary town protector. But first...you need some training." the tribal leader said. Whether the tribal leader made a hasty decision or not was about to be seen, as the little khajiit's hopes of living her life growing food would soon be dashed away.