** Ashenfury begins to sing in a deep and bellowing roar. You notice that not only does he articulate well and use dramatic pause but he also has a very well tuned voice of song. **
The Lone Grim Maw
One small Orc stood against the scorching heat
His sandaled toes lied against the border of Tarren Mill
He held a power that was unharnessed by the meak
And still he stood alone defending his sacred hill
The Orc dropped elemental totems from every side
He watched the magic swirl from them in obedience
He saw the wall of horsemen coming in a charged stride
and then his decision came for no bottomless lenience
A wall of arrows flew towards his mound
He readied his axe and held up his shield
Points of arrows quickly met the ground
As his totems affect began to take field
When the first line of horsemen drew near to the stand
Ashenfury's fire totem engulfed each racing man
When the second line of Mages shot out their spells
Ashen's grounding totem swallowed the gail
The Orc pointed to each priest and cackled insanely
Letting loose lightning that danced between them so daintily
He roared as he purged the holy warriors of light
And ran into the paladins bringing nothing but fight
Ting! Ding! Sha-shink as his axe sought each mans chink
Now his totems found the fountain of blood from which they could drink
He stomped and he roared as the totems flashed brightly
They now warded arrows, spells, and hammers no matter how mighty
Then briefly for a moment, and a moment too slow
He saw the ground closer and wondered just how
Curiosity teased him to taste of the grass right below
Until his rage broke the polymorph with a thundering shout
Then the battle line closed as he was surrounded on his hill
He decided this must be how any lone Grim Maw would feel
Then desperation clawed the being at the center of himself
As he tapped his blood and took the raging shaman from the shelf
A shockwave of power erupted from his throat
It knocked each attacker flat on their back
His axe came down successively upon each human bloat
As he bathed in the bloodbath of each mortal hack
The totems now hummed with the power of a shamans call
So that each arrow reversed into seeking for their masters fall
Then came the fire that enclosed the few that remained
Now fleeing was something which only scorched cowards could claim
Each spell that was cast was engaged and absorbed
The lone Grim Maw held a rage which they all hunted for
Finally he reached his grasp into the sky
And brought the elements close to their eyes
They sought refuge and hiding away from the pain
As he sundered the earth by defending his name
Looking around a person could see only one thing
Which would be a green Orc standing guard on his hill
Knowing that there would be no songs that others would sing
The lone Grim Maw stood in blood, enjoying each kill