Excerpt from the final chapter:

It was morning when he arrived at the ivory gates of Orsinium. Urog thought that the city had never looked more beautiful.

"A good day to die," he spoke softly.

He stepped into the lonely city, though it could hardly be called that. The usual huts of hide and bone lay out before him, with some buildings of stone, and a very few of the wealthier smiths with ivory. At his approach, orsimer children looked up at him curiously, while the older members looked at him suspiciously.

"They do not recognize me," he thought. No wonder, considering his wealthy dress and well-groomed beard, and advlt appearance despite. He pressed on until he neared his former dwelling, the massive orc longhouse that belonged to whoever was the chieftain of Orsinium. Standing in front of the hut, in some form of ritualized mock combat, was the chieftain, training with his guards. The blood that flowed was enough to cause Urog's blood to quiver with excitement. Immediately he decided to announce himself.

"I AM UROG GRO-BURAK," he bellowed, "AND I HAVE COME TO PAY THE BLOOD PRICE!"

The sounds of fighting, talking, smithing, and even breathing were all silenced. The few elderly looked completely enraged, while the chief's guards were completely open-mouthed. But Urog was not finished, and ripped off his tunic.

"This is the scar left on me by my younger brother, Turog gro-Burak. I am responsible for the death of my father Burak gro-Shulb, and by right am the chieftain of this city. However, this was done through poison, and through treacherous acts did I kill many of his warriors, and his wives, as well as 9 of my brothers. I Urog, have come here to renounce my claim as chieftain, and to pay with mine own blood, the price for the damage I have caused though my blood can never salvage my honor."

Silence followed this, and Urog kneeled, bowing his head. "Mauloch, please accept my spirit, for I will be coming to you."

Soon, the sound of footsteps crept towards him, and he felt his arms be restrained from behind. A deep, grisly voice answered, "Durnmaz, " he spat. "you should never have returned. Mauloch offers you no forgiveness."

Urog heard the knife before he felt it. A cold chill ran up his flesh, and pain drowned out his senses. He felt a voice inside his head, panicking, yelling out to him, "run, get out of there!" But Urog was resolved. Again the knife plunged into him, before being slowly pulled out. The pain made it feel like hours had passed. His pants became soaked with blood.

"Roderick," he thought to himself. "I can never repay you if even Mauloch gives me 108 more lives. Forgive me brother."

The knife struck again, and Urog felt his consciousness fade.

"I am Urog, bortmaz gro Orsinium, and I am free," he thought to himself.

He remembered the far-off days of his childhood. The bjoulsae plains, his family, the far-off raga sands. Durgaz, Aless....and Roderick. He heard his heartbeat, slowly beating, like a drum, doomed to fate. Everything was in an instant, and then faded to black.

"I am....free.............................."