Melkor Tattoo -

Of all the orcs in Mordor, no one knew less about tattoos than Grom. He was a cook, not a skin-artist. But when the Great Lord Melkor—or at least, a very convincing impersonator claiming to be the Dark One returned from the Void—offered him a job, Grom didn’t argue.

When it was done, the tattoo spoke.

He ran to the kitchens, tossed a month-old orc-foot into the pot, and stirred. Nothing happened. The foot remained leathery. Urluk, who had been hiding behind a stalagmite, coughed awkwardly and vanished in a puff of cheap sulfur. melkor tattoo

When she finished, Grom looked in a mirror. The tattoo now depicted a fat, cheerful kitchen-god—Melkor, the Dark Cook of Legend. Of all the orcs in Mordor, no one

Grom was left alone with a sentient tattoo of a god. When it was done, the tattoo spoke