I'll tell you the story of Pûg Fleet Foot, a lowly, scrawny orc who was minding his own business under the shadow of broken tower with two of his uruk palls. He had the scare of his life when some darkly clad pigskin came crashing down, dagger first, onto Grom, killing him instantly. The human, with one quick movement, slit Nathôg's throat, leaving the only one standing, you guessed it, Pûg. Completely shocked by that unusual display of violence (for a ranger) the little orc mustered what courage he had left in the back of his head and charged his friends' killer. Strangely, the man put up no fight, and seemingly let himself be clubbed to death. And that's how Pûg received the rank of Captain, but that's not how his story ends.
He quickly rose the ranks, overcoming difficult challenges with an eerie ease. From the corner of his piss-yellow eyes, the ashen skinned orc believed he saw a shadowy figure on multiple occasions, felling Pûg's opposition for him, but running away as soon as the orc turned his attention towards the figure's location. Not even a week after that lucky accident, Pûg had become Warchief, a rank the simple orc had figured to be unattainable. With the power grew the respect for him, and not long after his promotion he was assigned a bodyguard, a tough looking uruk with a shield the size of Pûg. A second bodyguard joined his posse, follow by a third, a fourth and... a fifth? It wasn't unusual for strong and imposing warchiefs to have a large gang backing them up, but even the most feared leaders didn't have five bodyguards guarding them at all times.
Pûg, however, wasn't concerned. He believed himself to be nigh immortal; assisted by a divine figure and defended by five uruks twice the size of him, nothing could go wrong. Until, of course, his hunter bodyguard defied him openly in front of his whole crew of guards. He had lured Pûg away from his gang to ask him something about the next feast. Not even one second after the backstabbing guard had spoken his betrayal, Pûg felt a blade enter his spleen. Once again he felt that complete terror he had felt that afternoon his palls were killed by the human. Twisting his head he saw the blue-grey eyes of the dead ranger staring into his soul. With a faint whisper Pûg died, betrayed by his five guards, and stabbed by his divine providence.
If you enjoy setting up these kinds of stories for yourself, you should play the game.
P.S.:I did get the achievement