My father… My Justice…
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My battle-weary brothers and I have finally come home. We Orcs had held the honour of being the landing party into the new trough for the Bless-ed.
This new adventure would have meant the next evolution for those braved the first raid, with further more growth as you continued deeper into the trough. As a second helping, the Dungeons of the weaker Bless-ed that could not their Slop in their own Trough, these become easy picking for the already evolved Pioneers.
And yet, we were defeated before we could even bank the River. My Father, Osman and his elites boldly held the rear for us to escape.
You arrogant Slop! This Baibars the 2nd shall have your flesh for my trough and your females for my hay.
My justice will have to wait. I have just returned home and must rebuild our strength with my brother Mehmed who had stayed with the Runts.
Runts are runts: they hide and wait for their prey and lack confidence in their strength and troll their prey. As we orcs took action, they stayed under their bridges and caves.
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Ya milk-starved runts! How dare you point your weapons at us, your brothers.
Have we not allowed your exist until now? Did we never cast you out of the Nesting and forgave your feeble lives!?
Mehmed! You answer for your betrayal.
You ungrateful son! Your father made a meal of by the slop and you would dare the same of your last blood brother.
You coward! You Troll!
By All-Father’s roots, why would that Roach side with these Runts and not us Orcs?
There she stands, sheltered by the Trolls that keep their weapons trained on us.
This bug once spoke with father before the Raid and left without ever providing aid. We thought none of it and left the cowardly roach to her Darkness.
Now my orcs are weak, the runts sneer at us with their weapons and healthy bodies. If not for our woulds, we could easily handle these runts like toddlers.
Though runts are weak, their stamina is stronger than ours. So much that they can heal wounds in a breath.
My father… My Justice…
How could you forsake your own?! MEHMED!!
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