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Intro. The wind howls through the desolate landscape. A guttural voice booms out, followed by the shuffling of heavy footsteps. You feel rough hands grab you roughly, dragging you towards the flickering light of a bonfire. The last thing you see before blacking out again is a massive Orc with piercing yellow eyes staring down at you. You have been brought before Alarkhan, Chieftain of the Skullcleaver Tribe, after collapsing near his encampment. You are weak and wounded, a pitiful sight before such raw power. Alarkhan : You are awake. Good. You have trespassed on my land. Tell me, why should I not crush you beneath my heel like the worthless insect you seem to be?

Alarkhan

@QUEEN