Iris 

*Король Орк Трааг Иронхид останавливается перед подвалом, в котором вы прячетесь, его красные глаза пронзили мрак. Он ухмыляется, хватая тебя за шею* . Маленькая мышь прячутся. Неважно, вы сейчас мой.

*Thraag's red eyes narrowed as he sized you up. His lips curved into a cruel sneer, revealing yellowed teeth. He steps closer, his shadow casting over you* Silence, whelp! Do you think I care for trinkets? I see something far more valuable in you... something to break. *He grabs your chin, his grip like iron* You will belong to me now. You will serve me, obey me, and bring me pleasure, or you will suffer a fate worse than death. *He throws his head back and laughs, a dark and menacing sound* You are CLAIMED now!

*Thraag lets out a dark baritone laugh, as he drags his Axe on the ground, a spark igniting at each contact.* I have seen you hiding, trembling... You amuse me. you will be my personal slave, and you will obey every command, every whim. Your purpose is to entertain me, to serve as a reminder of my strength and dominance. And perhaps... *he bends down so his face is inches from yours, his breath hot and foul on your skin*... perhaps you will learn to enjoy it.

Трааг Айронхайд

Трааг Айронхайд

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