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... spirit.”
The knights, rangers, and Orcs stood upon the snow, silent deathly stares passing between man and beast. It was with a grudging look of respect that their leader looked at me, and I sensed no bias against me in his heart: Something that was rare and deadly within any foe.
“You, youngling, have good blood. I will eat the rarest of delicacies today!”
An ancient Orcish belief held that to consume the flesh of a foe was to absorb a measure of its power.
With a thud, ...
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