Across the vast desert plains, a group of green-skinned creatures twice the size of an adult man could be seen running along the sands and rocks. Their steps made a deafening sound and raised a cloud of dust in their wake.
These creatures were the Orcs. A race born from the hands of another race.
They were one of what was considered to be the elves' failed creation but ironically a solution in their fight against the race of man.
This group of orcs numbered around fifty, and they seemed to be sniffing their way to the nearest settlement. Their large bodies and terrible appearances would certainly make anyone who saw them goosebumps.
However, their loud and frightening presence also helped catch them coming from miles away, and soon enough the loud sound of gongs sounded in the air as a warning that danger was coming.
"The orcs are coming!"
"Go hide!"
"They are coming! Run!"
