"Warchief! Warchief! What is this nonsense."
"My son how dare you interrupt us, at our council of war no less!"
"Warchief we are a Hobgoblin Army, that is the only kind of Council we have. At least I thought we were an army. To think you would debase yourself in this way."
"Catchis in the Nine Hells are you talking about."
"Father I know you ordered my friends to pressure me into challenging you. I know that you coerced them into doing so."
"So.. so what if I did."
"That is the issue Father, you recognize that I am a great asset to this force, and you know that in combat you are still my greater, but you are growing old. Father you have lost your way. You intended to throw the fight!"
"No! No my Son that is not true! I was wary of your deceitful and treacherous nature, and intended to slaughter you in the ring of honor before you could usurp me!"
"It's too late for flattery Father! I know the truth. You thought to GIVE me the tribe, as if I were a beggar... as if. as if I were a Human!"
"No.. Catchis listen."
"Enough Father! I will found my own tribe! My own army and when I came south I will take your tribe as mine, through glorious conquest and you will rue the day you saved me and raised me as your son."
He turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving only silence behind him. Blackchain sidled up behind the Throne.
"Warchief, I will track him down and make him pay for his inso....Warchief are you smiling"
Crack
"No! No I'm not fucking smiling shut the hell up and resume the Council!"