Stirge raging and with tinges of hopelessness runs slaughtering the hapless trapped and doomed souls of miners, smiths and weapons craftsmen stolen from a myriad of planes-- ...he is having a heavy flashbacks from his days plundering and harrying the coasts, laying waste to villages, butchering their inhabitants and carrying away what he and he mates could not carry also his father Dirge gained his own namesake deservedly for singing the most hopeless dirges of the seven orc clans in his district aarrr-- sing laddies sing!! "Cold is the Arctic Sea! Long may your sword arm be...." whaaatt!! you willna' sing eh?! Have a taste of compassion then laddie! arggghh! <covered in a spray of crimson> sing I tells yuz!! "Cold is the Arctic Sea! Long are your arms from me! Long may this winter be! Frozen in Frobisher's Bay...." what!! a Dirge taught ta me by none other than Dirge himself innit good enuf fer yuz! Have a bit of compassion... ah alas... there be no hope fer them that will not sing in the face of danger and the ragin' elements CURSE YE LADDIES SING!! YOU- YES YOU WITH THE APRON! SING NOW OR FOREVER BE SILENCED! RAAAARRHHHH!! <Stirge falls to his knees and sings a woeful song of his inner discontent: "I loved you the first time I saw you and I always will love you Ann! That dwarf spoke ill of you one time and into the kitchen he ran-- I followed him there and emptied his headpan.. but off to Nyatembe I sailed and returning from all of that jungle killing and burning Though 'companied by lovely whirlwind No solac could I find nor get you off my mind for you oh Ann I could nowhere find They told me that the Isle o Jars werent big enuf fer ya I told them I coudna live widout ya' Buit nowhere could I findya So here I be working the post Hoping to find yer name on a letter or a package... but oh, oh, oh... "Cold is the Arctic Sea, long are your arms from me! Long may this winter be frozen in Frobisher bay!" .... what's this? still not singing eh?! <rising to his full height> we'll see about that! Come now maties! Sing or die! Sing or die! <he flies and grabs the nearest victim by the neck and yells into his face: "Sing or Die!!!" and so it goes for the next several rounds or until a companion or other event interrupts his wailful lament