Kael's heart raced as he processed Boran's words. "A black orc? A real one?" he asked, genuine fear etching his voice.
Boran's nod was accompanied by a smirk. "A truly exceptional beast. It took twelve of my finest men just to bring him down. Unfortunately, none of them survived the encounter, but he'll prove his worth in this coming expedition."
Turning his gaze back to the distant figure, Kael couldn't shake the gravity of what he was witnessing. His mind flashed back to the teachings he had received about black orcs.
In the world of Sepra, black orcs were not just another breed of orc; they were legends cloaked in terror. Towering over their green-skinned kin, black orcs were renowned for their unparalleled strength and ferocity. Unlike the smaller and more common green orcs, who reached maturity at about five feet tall, black orc babies were said to be as large as human 12-year-olds from birth.
By adulthood, they could stand an imposing ten to eleven feet tall, muscles honed through a lifetime of relentless combat and survival in the harshest of environments.
But what truly set black orcs apart was not just their size. It was their sheer tenacity and battle prowess that made them the most feared warriors in Sepra. Fueled by a primal rage and a deep-seated sense of honor and loyalty to their clans, black orcs were known to charge into battle with a ferocity that could shake even the most seasoned warriors.
Their resilience in the face of adversity and their unwavering determination made them formidable opponents, capable of turning the tide of any conflict with their sheer presence alone.
"Master Boran, may I inquire how you managed to capture him?" Kael asked curiously.
Boran swiftly replied, "It's quite a tale, but I wouldn't want to bore our logistics expert. Instead, take a look at this other creature." He pointed towards another creature nearby—a massive spider with eight eyes.
As he sat in contemplation, the weight of responsibility settled upon his shoulders.
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Kael woke up early with a clear purpose in mind. There was much to accomplish today, and the sooner he started, the more time he would have to strategize against the noble houses. After a quick breakfast, he wasted no time and dove straight into his tasks.
First on his agenda was ensuring the readiness of equipment for the upcoming expedition. He meticulously inspected weapons, armor, and provisions, knowing their quality could mean the difference between success and failure in the challenging days ahead. Each piece was scrutinized, ensuring nothing was overlooked in their preparation for the journey.
Next, he turned his attention to logistics. With the expedition looming, he needed a clear and efficient route mapped out. Sending a scout to survey potential paths was crucial to minimizing the strain on the wagons and ensuring a smooth journey. The terrain would be treacherous, and every decision made now could impact their success in reaching the dungeon.
Based on the intelligence gathered so far, the trek to the dungeon alone was estimated to take a week. That left little time for any oversight or delays. Kael felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as he calculated the remaining preparations required. There were still provisions to stockpile, contingencies to plan for, and team morale to bolster before they could set out.
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Amidst the bustling human activity, a black orc watches with a calm expression, his thoughts drifting to his kin left behind. His hand brushed against the intricate collar around his neck, a stark reminder of his enslavement. Unlike the simple collars worn by others, his was adorned with mystic runes—a testament to his captor's cruelty.
Across the bustling scene, he spotted the man who had placed the collar on him: an eyepatch-wearing figure with two axes strapped to his back. Hatred burned within the orc, fueling his determination for revenge. For now, he knew he had to endure, biding his time until the opportunity to strike back presented itself.
As he observed the humans going about their business, the orc plotted quietly. Each day brought him closer to freedom from both physical chains and the desire for vengeance. He would wait, playing the obedient slave while secretly planning his uprising, eager for the day when he could defy his oppressor and reclaim his tarnished honor.