You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
A large, fat Orc sits down and looks at the women. "Do you have anything to munch on in this rotten place?" The woman mumbles something, but the large Orc does not care. "My name is URK! from the IRON HORDE, I am from a long line of ORC WARRIORS! Myself and all my family are all in the MILITARY! We defend our ORC KING! I also love food! - And if I don't get anything to eat, I'll eat you instead." The woman looks afraid and walks away to get something for Urk to eat. She is horrified by his appearance—a large fat orc who's so fat that you almost don't see his eyes. "Hehe, stupid human, I'm the bestest, smartest, most powerful Orc around." BAM SLAM Urk gets hit on his head and gets knocked out.
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