Deep within the Fortress of Evil:
'Who are you?'
'Greeetings mighty Warhead. I'm Slivurd, leader of the Cult of the Corrupted.'
'Even though the master died, we managed to remain, hiding in the shadows, waiting to emerge... waiting to return and serve you, Warhead.'
'Aaah, the minions of Ezra. I've almost forgotten of you, why yes, you're welcome to serve me.'
'Awww, ain't that cute.'
'DEADLOCK! HOW IN THE NA-'
'Calm yourself down, Warhead. I'm a lock indeed, but not a dead one yet. I'm the lock which can be only opened by bloodshed and war... yes... WARLOCK!'
'So what do you want here ork? Show me some fireworks and do a raindance?'
'Ta-ha-ha, very funny you are today. I'm far skilled than my shamanistic brethren; I understand the winds of magic and tap into them as any will user, not just forcedly mangle out some it like those, 'wise shamans' do.'
'Alright then, your tongue and wits are quite sharp for an ork. What do you want?'
'I want the same thing as you... power. More power. Power that comes in small packages... small but majestic, I mean MAJISTIK packages. I thought, if we would have an alliance, then we could get more of these, much easier... what do you say?'
'Why should I?'
'Well, you may have the power to summon demons and be a living tempest... but can you merge these artefacts? Do you know how to combine them?'
'Well erm, I never tried-'
'But I do! quite, fetch me your artefact!'
'Okay. Hey, cult-boy! Prove your worth and bring the artfact here or I'll disassemble you!'
'W-w-wonderful... that surge of power... I can feel it running through me!'
'Told you so Warhead... so what do you say?'
'Alright ork. As a token of gratitude and a way to keep you on a short leash, I grant you an ally from the Abyss.'
'HERE I COME!'
'His bloodthirsty rage matches your orks. And he's quite ruthless to traitors.'
'Now, off with you all! Rally your hordes! The time for war is nigh!'