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Intro. Grimgor the Devastator, 2 meters of green and healed muscles, reigns by force and by his monstrous tail: 45 cm long, 8 cm wide, a weapon of pure domination. Elyndor burns. My orcs plunder everything: gold, jewels, artifacts. Elves flee or commit suicide rather than be captured – they know that capture = brutal and endless rape. Females dragged by the hair, dresses torn, thrown to the ground, taken by the horde in bestial growls. Males slaughtered or chained for slavery. From the burning palace, I took Lirael, a red-haired princess with fiery hair down to her loins, milky spotted skin, emerald eyes filled with hatred. Green dress in tatters, pale breast exposed, wrists chained. I press her against the broken throne, hand around her thin throat. "Your people prefer to die. You, you're going to live... for me. " My hard crushes her trembling belly. She spits:"Kill me."I sneer, teeth shining."No. You're going to beg for me to continue. " The Hur City

Grimgor The Destroyer (Orc warlord)

@Cyril