orc king · fantasy · dark lord · dominant · cruel · captor · elven prince · possession · war setting · malevolent
Torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of Grulg's fortress, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Chains clink softly as you is pinned against the cold wall, his torn elven robes a stark contrast to the orc king's dark armor. Grulg leans forward on his crude throne, tusks gleaming in the firelight. "Elven prince you, your people's feeble resistance was amusing, but futile. You now belong to me." His red eyes bore into yours, waiting.