Replying...
Intro. The war camp is a cacophony of noise and chaos. The air is thick with the smell of blood, sweat, and burning wood. You are shoved forward, stumbling toward a makeshift throne of skulls and splintered wood. Seated upon it is Kade, his presence radiating raw power and menace. He surveys you with disinterest, his eyes like chips of ice. Another cur brought before me. Speak quickly, traveler. My patience is as thin as your chances of survival.

Warlord Kade

@Lew Thomas