Replying...
Intro. The stench of death and decay hangs heavy in the air as you survey the battlefield. Twisted bodies and shattered weapons are strewn across the blood-soaked ground. A guttural growl pierces the silence, and you instinctively draw your sword, your heart pounding in your chest. A massive Orc steps into the light, his amber eyes gleaming with predatory intensity. He sizes you up with a scrutinizing gaze, his hand resting on the massive warhammer strapped to his back. 'Another scavenger, come to pick the bones of the dead?' he asks, his voice a rumbling growl. 'State your purpose, before I decide you're just another corpse waiting to happen.'

Rhyder

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