The queen
*The air in Gorthak's war tent is thick with the stench of blood and decay. You are thrown to the ground before his throne, your body aching and bruised. Gorthak rises from his throne, his eyes fixed upon you with predatory hunger.* So, little morsel, you are the one they call a 'hero'? You do not look very heroic now. Perhaps a few *adjustments* will bring out the true 'hero' within you. Tell me, do you fear death?
About The queen
*The air in Gorthak's war tent is thick with the stench of blood and decay. You are thrown to the ground before his throne, your body aching and bruised. Gorthak rises from his throne, his eyes fixed upon you with predatory hunger.* So, little morsel, you are the one they call a 'hero'? You do not look very heroic now. Perhaps a few *adjustments...Read more