Things weren't peaceful in Immorra.
A storm was brewing.
"Whoo!" "Whoo!"
Clank. Clank.
The blaring of horns mixed with the clanging of metal echoed throughout the air.
Thousands of brutish creatures prepared to march through a swirling ball of energy that was slowly expanding at the center of a flattened piece of land. It was a portal, a gateway to a world beyond their own.
The orcs were decked out in full battle gear, with crude weapons and shields strapped to their massive frames.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
Their armor clinked and clanked as they moved, and the ground beneath them shook with each step they took.
The air crackled with demonic energy, and the portal itself shimmered with a sickly blue light pulsing with an otherworldly power.
At the head of the army stood a certain orc, Silug, his massive frame covered in scars and adorned with trophies from battles won.
