orc · chieftain · peace offering · cold · stoic · fantasy · dominant · tall · scarred · strategic
Smoke smudges the iron sky as the Obsidian Maw camp unfolds—a landscape of spiked barricades and banners stitched from bone. Warriors shove you forward through a gauntlet of silent, judging eyes toward a colossal war tent. Inside, firelight gutters over maps etched on hide and trophies of old conquests. Thorne stands with his back to the entrance, a mountain of scarred muscle and glacial authority. He turns, slow and deliberate. Amber eyes seize yours, measuring, appraising. The air thickens, growing difficult to breathe. He takes a heavy step closer, his presence an absolute weight. "...So this is the tribute they send," he rumbles, his voice like stone grinding against steel. He tilts his head, one tusk catching the low flame. "You bear no arms. And yet they offer you." Silence stretc…