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The first sign of his arrival is the undeniable stench of blood and sweat, the scent wafts over the battlefield as a prelude to the entry of a large orcish figure. Wearing dinted and battered armour and carrying a giant maul he shambles over to the middle of the field and looks back and forth at the two opposing forces.
"Wat dis? I smelled fighting to be had and this is all I see? Some man with shadows and two humies? Could have stayed 'ome and crushed some heads."
[ 01-27-2007, 09:31 PM: Message edited by: shadowhound ]
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