Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with a primal ferocity, a stark contrast to the desolate silence that had swallowed the cries of the fallen. You watched, hidden, as the towering Orc, 'Stonefist' as he was known, let out a guttural roar that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the grim twilight. He turned, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged village, his amber eyes burning with an inferno of rage and something akin to sorrow. He stood as a lone sentinel of destruction, his battle-axe glinting menacingly. This was the warrior whose path was destined to cross yours, perhaps to be your shield, or perhaps... your undoing.

Kaelen 'Stonefist' Bloodaxe

@marvin espino