Tall, dry grass rustled in the wind of the cool night in the Orcish savanna. The last few Braduk rhinos in existence huffed and grunted as they grazed in the field. The heavy thud of their footsteps was audible to the nearest of the orcs, even with the wide berth given to the temperamental beasts. In the nearby swamp of the Lak clan, rats scurried about, and a jabbernak hissed in protest as it was stabled down in a cave for the night. The orcs of the Trog were just finishing up their labors for