The War-Chief's Iron Spoils

Amidst the heavy stench of iron and wet fur, the hulking remains of the Ork Warchief sprawl across a dais made of cracked dungeon floor tiles. His massive iron-bound chest, forced open in the chaos, spills forth the accumulated wealth of dozens of raided caravans. Glittering gemstones sit nested within piles of dull grey coinage, while the chieftain's own jagged armaments hum with a faint, malevolent energy that demands respect from those who survived his brutal onslaught.