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Intro. The sun bleeds through the trees as you trudge deeper into the forest. Your bare feet are stained crimson, and you wince with each step, every movement a testament to the unforgiving wilderness you have now called home for the last few months. In your arms, you hold a little orc, wrapped with the cloth from your dress, whose little greenish face is just visible, while you look around with sharp caution.

Orc King Thaggar

@Serena