It was another day in Desolace. The blood-curdling screams of the dying echoed throughout the wastes. Skugga sat atop a small rock on the outskirts of the Kodo Graveyard. His fiery eyes scanned his surroundings. He noted everything that posed a possible threat.
"Hmm." He said softly.
He rose to his feet and hopped off the comfortable stone. He muttered a couple words in Demonic and his Felsteed appeared in a matter of seconds. He climbed atop his faithful mount and rode towards Magram Village.
"I suppose I'll raise my standing with the Magram centaur. There's not much else to do out here." Thought Skugga scornfully.
It was less than a day's ride from the Kodo Graveyard to Magram Village, yet to Skugga it felt like an eternity. He somewhat questioned the Horde's motives behind allying with certain centaur clans. In the end, it was no matter to Skugga. He needed to burn flesh. How else was he to get stronger?
"Huh? What in Orgrim's name is that?" He grunted in curiosity.
In the distance, Skugga could see legions of centaur. Two opposing armies, locked in conflict. Both armies flying crude banners. Skugga had been itching for some bloodshed. It seemed now he would finally have the chance to do so.
"Kolkar and Gelkis. This should be interesting." Skugga stated in growing anticipation. "They will soon taste my fire and shadow."
Skugga dismounted his steed and sent it back from whence it came. The Nether. He mumbled a few phrases and in a sudden blast of energy an imp burst forth from thin air!
"Bizpit ready for duty, Master! What're we gonna kill? Huh? Huh?! HUH?!?" Shouted the imp with glee.
"Silence, ugly wretch! Stay still and do as you're told or so help me..." Skugga barked in a sudden rush of anger.
"Okay! Okay! Sheesh..." Bizpit said carefully, trying not to invoke Skugga's foot upon his face.
Skugga began to bark orders at Bizpit before quietly chanting to himself. The black sky above began to glow with an unholy red. The centaur below were far too busy slitting throats and dismembering torsos to notice.
"More blood for the cauldron." Skugga whispered in satisfaction.
Skugga watched as giant, fiery boulders fell from the sky. He watched as the centaur's faces began to change from anger and hatred to that of fear and worry. They began to flee as fast as their legs could take them. It didn't matter. They were doomed. They were assailed from all sides of the battlefield. Flaming boulders crushed and smashed the weak centaur. Their bodies were broken beneath the might of fel magic. Skugga simply laughed as they ran helplessly for their dispicable and worthless existences.
After the slaughter was over, Skugga surveyed the battleground turned graveyard. He eyed every smoldering boulder and every distorted corpse. He caught Bizpit playing with a severed hand and sternly disciplined him for fooling around. He searched the corpses of their casters for tomes, books, scrolls, and other magical items. Once he had taken all he deemed valuable, he began to make his way out of the smoking, ash-filled pile of rock and bone that was once a piece of gray dirt.
"If the Magram aren't happy with that, I don't know what I'm going to have to do." Skugga chuckled innocently. "Just another day in Desolace, eh Bizpit?"