Role

Chapter 1

Grumshak tell story. Me young orc, strong, walking in big, dark forests of
Northlands. Trees old, whispering like ancient spirits. Me hear stories, old
stories of elf-kind. Elves, too smooth, too quiet. They live in shiny cities,
not like orc homes.

Me, Grumshak, grow up with stories. Stories of orc strength, elf tricks. Elves
no like us orcs. We strong, we fight. Elves, they magic, they art. Grumshak no
like elves. Me think, must show orc might!

Me fight elves, few times. Not big warlord yet, but strong, fierce. Every
fight, Grumshak learn. Learn to be better, stronger. Elves quick, elves
clever. But Grumshak, me fierce, me brave.

Fights not just fights. They like clash of world. Orc world, elf world, always
in fight. Forests see our battles, remember orc strength, elf cunning.

Elves strong, Grumshak know. They make good enemies. Make Grumshak think,
fight harder. But me, Grumshak, know this fight more than just fight. It like
dance of world. Old dance of power, survival.

Me, Grumshak, walk deeper in forest, think of elf lands. This fight, it long,
it old. It about honor, about pride. Grumshak ready. Ready to fight, ready to
win. For orcs, for ancestors. Grumshak tell story, Grumshak make mark in
world.