The first time he was level 33, boasting about how he successfully managed to ambush me. I handily battled him up on the rooftops of Minas Morghûl and quickly defeated him. At first I wanted to recruit him, seeing how he was Legendary and all, but his Iron Will got in the way. So I burned my mark of shame into his skull and mind before I sent him on his way. But something about his voice and countenance just struck me in an interesting way.
The second time he was level 23, and when our blades met he roared in rage "What have you done to me?! Your elf-curse! I haven't been the same ever since!"
The third time he was level 12, and when I casually walked up to him he could only cry incredulousely "You ruined my body! You ruined my mind! You ruined my life! DIE!!!"
The fourth time he was level 4, and when I patted him on the back, he turned around and screeched "Why?! Why do you keep doing this?!" Finally his mind broke, and all he could do from there on was emit a wailing laughter.
Once again I went to look for him to repeat the process, only for his Blood Brother, an Olog-Hai to ambush me. He roared at me in fury how I turned his beloved friend into a broken wreck and that he would have his revenge. Laughing, I left the slow Olog behind without a fight, formulating a most fun and interesting plan in my mind as I went to shame the orc again.
The fifth time he was level 1, the orc only laughed.
The sixth time he was level 1, the orc only laughed, followed by a series of sobs.
The seventh time he was level 1, the orc laughed and cried, finally prompting me to enact my plan: I recruited him and sent him to kill his Blood Brother, the aforementioned Olog.
So the two Blood Brothers met, one too insane to even remotely realise what he was doing anymore. The troll-man looked at the broken mess his once-friend had become, a spurned wretch that would never recover, but nonetheless this was the Olog's brother, and he refused to lay hand on him.
Suddenly the broken brother I had sent halted, his beady, sanity-voided eyes staring up at the troll-man he had shared so many fond memories with back in more simple times and battles. Somewhere in his deranged mind, amid wholly insane laughter and sobbing, he remembered how the two of them had fought side by side, how their companionship had eased times of defeat and braved opponents priorly-thought undefeatable. He could no longer remember these times now, his shattered mind incapable of grasping any sane thought, but nonetheless he saw his brother, and for a last and final time his mind held fast onto the only sanity he could muster: Their friendship.
Shaking off my control, the two celebrated their reunion, certain that the power of friendship prevailed that day as they turned to me in vengeance, ready to strike me down where I stood.
Of course I immediately proceeded to slaughter the two for betraying me. Why is it that everyone keeps telling me I could become as bad as Sauron? Clearly I am the hero this world deserves.
Update #1: So that shamed commander I reduced to level 1 and then killed along with his Blood Brother has now managed to cheat death and returned to ambush me. He is level 45 again, and he keeps coming back to fight me while slowly replacing his limbs with metal parts.
He is still completely insane, only ever laughing, but there is now one subtitle whenever he ambushes me: Blood Brother Revenge.
I like to think that he keeps cheating death and claws his way up the levels just to avenge his brother and his own descent into madness.
I shall now repeat the process of shaming him to level 1.
Am I not a merciful god?
Update #2: I had a change of heart. After reducing the orc (his name is Ronk the Warden) once again to level 1, I decided to recruit him. By now he has ceased his laughter, he now only cries.
Finding my work to be satisfactory, I cast him into Minas Morghûl's fighting pits, confident he would fall quickly enough and I would be done with him. Predictably enough, the fight against a fire-spear wielding defender orc began pretty one-sided, the level 6 Ronk (he gained those levels due to my Sword of Dominion coupled with Refined Wealth Gem) was quickly pummeled and looked to be losing ground rapidly.
Then he suddenly got enraged due to mortal wounds and fought back with roaring fury, beating and tearing at the foe who found himself trying to mount a futile defence behind his shield. Ronk's rage didn't cease, instead he just kept attacking the foe, clawing away at his health bit by bit until finally he cut off his head.
Amused, I threw Ronk into more pit fights, seeing him defeat each and every foe and slowly gaining back his levels while at it. Having reached an adequate level again, I ordered him towards more refined prey: Two Blood Brothers, an olog and an orc on a hunting trip. He actually managed to kill both all on his own (I made sure to kill all the grunts that he brought with him), while crying the entire time.
My dear little Ronk, you need to understand my heroic mercy: The cruel Sauron would demand that you stand. I only demand that you kneel.
Update #3: Naturally, it was inevitable that Ronk would shake off my control and try to ambush me sooner or later. Disenfranchised Blood Brothers always cause such trouble. Why can't they be selfless and compassionate like me? Couldn't they think about someone other than themselves just once? I was hurt, my feelings were so very, very hurt.
Having grown heroically bored of him, I welcomed his ambush with a smile, even as he held my bodyguard, a level 44 epic Olog, at knife-point as he blubbered and flabbergasted his way out of my mind control. First I summoned a Graug as interlude, though he quickly disposed of the beast, as befitting a captain of his calibre, suffering only a few scratches.
Next I revived my bodyguard, who gave Ronk a much needed proper engagement. Though before long, I tired of the display and dismissed the troll-man before Ronk could finish him off. Now Ronk remained at half-health and was dazed from exhaustion of a long string of rage; of course I did only the properly heroic thing and immediately seized the opportunity to fill his hide with knives and arrows before getting work with the glaive to bypass the numerous adaptations he had amassed by now.
Before long I had filled up my Might meter to the brim, allowing me to enact the last step of my plan: With Ronk broken, I conducted a brutal execution, savagely cutting off his arm and legs before bisecting him at the waist. Chortling as I looked down at my handiwork, the torn mess of amputated limbs and pools of blood that remained of Ronk, I felt my heroism rise once more. Of course I was not without compassion, as I made sure to use the Destroy Followers skill after luring an Olog before his corpse. To remind him of the time I gutted his blood brother, I left the troll's decapitated carcass before his dying sight. I am certain he appreciated the gesture.
By all that is good and holy, the story really should end here. After all, the hero had successfully disposed of a villain in a right and proper fashion, little else needed to be said. I was certain Ronk wouldn't return, destroyed as he was.
I was wrong.