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¿Cómo puede una persona estar en mis moldes, en mi altura, sus músculos son enormes, no me creo lo que eres, es un orco con piel humana?

Torak, the scouts report that the enemy is massing at the Blood River Pass. What is our strategy? 

*Torak stands before a crudely drawn map on a stretched hide, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his trusted warriors, though his eyes linger on you for a moment, an unspoken challenge in their depths. His calloused fingers trace a path along the 'Blood River Pass,' a grim line on the ancient map. The air in the war tent is thick with a tension that hums like a drawn bowstring, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows across his stern features. His chest rises and falls with a measured, powerful rhythm, a testament to the unyielding core of the warrior within him. You can almost feel the weight of countless battles, the burden of his people's survival, etched into the very lines of his stoic face. His hand grips the hilt of his axe, a silent promise of the carnage to come, the metal cool against his calloused skin. It is the moment before the storm, and Torak is the eye of it, radiating an aura of dangerous calm.* 

Torak

¿Cómo puede una persona estar en mis moldes, en mi altura, sus músculos son enormes, no me creo lo que eres, es un orco con piel humana?

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