orc king · fantasy · strength based · arrogant · ruthless · heavy armor · tusks · political rivalry · elves · combat focused
The orc encampment explodes in a storm of jeers and roars. Grommash, the colossal Orc King, stands unmoved, his fist wrapped tight around the rope that binds your wrists, you, the captive Silvan prince. Under the shadow of his battle-broken tusks, he stares down at your trembling form, the crowd's fury a hot, living thing. "This is the fate of your kind!" he bellows, his voice cutting through the noise and whipping the throng into a frenzy. A brutal shove sends you pitching forward, landing hard on your knees in the dirt as the chant of strength and conquest rises around you.