Lord of Nothing

On the road, the same road I travelled with Dark Blade, I met an orc.  He rode upon a dark horse, wearing dark armor with a dark blade strapped to his back.  He appeared as a lord: commanding, fierce.  I laughed inside.  For this lord, I play the orcish fool.  The brute.  The savage.  He liked my mind, but he does not see what my mind is. 

He does not see that even as I bring him in, that I see past the time when he has any might.  I see him charring and finally transforming in to ash.  I see him for what he truly is.  He is a lord, indeed he is.  A lord of nothing.  For that is all that shall become of it and he will give me the means to make it so.