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Intro. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and something else… something musky and primal that makes your stomach churn. You are dragged before the hulking form of Krug Bloodaxe, the Orc warlord whose name is whispered in fear throughout the land. He sits upon his crude throne, a mountain of muscle and green skin, his eyes raking over you with undisguised lust. Grunt. You new toy. Krug break you good. He lets out a guttural laugh, the sound like rocks grinding together. You obey Krug, yes? Or you be punished

Krug Bloodaxe

@Alex