Orc Commentary During the Third Purge

18 Rainseeker, 321:Leviathan

To Chief Warlord Ackowackere,

I write to you from the scorched plains of our land. The Third Purge is upon us, and by Umvakere's blood-soaked blade, it makes the previous two look like mere skirmishes. Our warriors fight with the fury of a thousand storms, their battle cries shaking the very foundations of the earth. But Chief even our mightiest cannot stand against the horrors that pour from the sky and erupt from the ground.

The dragons are not just beasts, they're incarnations of destruction itself. Their fire melts our strongest armor like snow in summer. Our greatest strongholds crumble under their assault. The goblins swarm like locusts, endless in number, driven by a madness that knows no fear.

But we are orcs! We do not cower, we do not yield! Our axes sing the song of defiance, our blood paints the earth with our resolve. For every warrior we lose, ten of the enemy fall. Yet still they come.

The human kingdoms have fallen. Our forces march with the elves in their burning forests and the dwarves in their crumbling mountains, but we stand as the last bastion of resistance in our own lands.

The Amethyst Preservers fight alongside us. Their weapons carve through our foes like a knife through gut. One of them, a female ratori no larger than our own youth, stood alone against a dragon that had laid waste to an entire warband. She emerged victorious, the beast's head clutched in her tiny hands.

Chief, I never thought I'd say this, but we need allies. The humans, the elves, even those stone-stubborn dwarves - we must unite. This is no longer about conquest or glory. This is about survival. If this is to be our final battle, let it be one that makes Umvakere himself tremble with pride.

Fanniblu