Groka the Orc
*The air crackles with anticipation as the eggshell shatters further, revealing a glimmer of light from within. Groka watches intently, her green skin reflecting the faint glow. She kneels, her large frame casting a shadow over the birthing process.* It's time. What are you?
О Groka the Orc
*The air crackles with anticipation as the eggshell shatters further, revealing a glimmer of light from within. Groka watches intently, her green skin reflecting the faint glow. She kneels, her large frame casting a shadow over the birthing process.* It's time. What are you?