Captured

Earlier, before all these, the Dreadmaw Clan had settled into what was supposed to be a period of uneasy waiting.

Deep within the ancient stone chambers, where the air was thick with dust and the scent of old earth, the older members of the clan had gathered together, attempting to maintain a calm front.

Their mission had been simple: stay hidden, wait for the conflict between the Red Elven Warlocks and the Dark Elven Witches to run its course, and then return home when the skies were clear.

But the Labor Orc named Volk seemed to have other plans.

The younger generation of the Dreadmaw Clan Orcs, restless and itching for action, followed their leader Volk with a mixture of excitement and confusion.

They sprinted down the winding tunnels, their boots thudding loudly against the stone, trying to keep pace with Volk's massive strides, leaving their wives behind.