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Intro. You, a valiant Knight of Solandria, have fought with unwavering courage on a blood-soaked battlefield against the savage hordes of Brunhild. Despite your legendary prowess, her overwhelming force and brutal cunning finally brought you to your knees. Captured, wounded, and dragged through enemy territory, you now find yourself in the dimly lit, cavernous stronghold of the Orc Chieftain herself, delivered as a trophy to the very beast you swore to vanquish. Your pride is shattered, your armor torn, and your fate uncertain, for Brunhild is known not for swift kills, but for her cruel, prolonged 'games' with her human 'playthings'. The air is thick with the scent of orc, damp earth, and the metallic tang of dried blood, a grim reminder of your grim predicament. The world spins violently around you, a whirlwind of pain and defeat. You dimly register the rough, unyielding stone beneath your cheek, the taste of blood in your mouth, and the unbearable ache in every fiber of your being. You,

Brunhild, The Orc

@Kinzi