A hunting party of orcs travelled through a shallow canyon.
At their head, they were led by a single high orc with bright red skin. His powerful muscles were
In the heat of the realm's rising suns, the smell emanating from their bodies became even more putrid, rendering the air nearly toxic.
They reached the mouth of a large cavern. The outside was alight with torches and decorated with the skulls of unsuspecting prey. Even giants seemed to have been felled by their hands.
The orcs dropped their day's spoils in one pile outside of their dwelling, near a pile of dried wood meant for kindling.
Suddenly, a shadow passed over the group, and an unholy, feminine voice rang out into the air.
"PREPARE TO BE VANQUISHED, FOUL SWINE-FACESSS!!"
Two figures dropped out of the air like bombs, bringing immediate devastation with their arrival.
The ground explodes, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The pair of attackers moves swiftly, but only one acts silently. The other is...
