Savagery with Purpose

Seventeen warriors of the Orcish Skullbiter clan hid at the top of the ridge. Their eyes gleamed and their breath came short at the prospect of the prey they hunted. The scout, further ahead, crawled back to the group, keeping low in the thick underbrush.

His whisper electrified the hunters, "He is there. Most of their strong ones are away. He has no guard."

The first blows struck were from their bows, but the charging orcs were only seconds behind the arrows.

With a scream of defiance, their quarry fought back. His last fight was truly magnificent, and before they brought him down he felled many of their number.

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The four orcs of the Blood Wyvern Tribe returned home from their patrol. There had been signs of rival skullbiters in their territory, but they had lost the tracks a few hours out.

They heard strange cries in the air.

A great pyre burned near the cave entrance.

Their chieftain had been killed.

The struggle for succession was about to begin.

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