From beneath the barren, twisted soil of the Orzaroth realm, a slender, jet-black hand clawed its way through the ground, talons scraping against loose stone with a sharp scrrrrk.
The hand rose higher, soon revealing a forearm cloaked in a midnight shimmer, and then a shoulder, as an entire figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the earth.
She was tall, slender yet powerful, her silhouette both elegant and predatory.
This was Urza'lin, the Sorceress of the Void and warrior of the Dark Elves from the upper realm, now exiled to the depths of Orzaroth.
As she rose to her full height, Urza'lin stood still, catching her breath, though her face twisted into an expression of disdain.
Her dark, piercing eyes narrowed as she muttered, voice dripping with resentment. "That damned... Orc." Her hand clenched, talons digging into her palm as she spoke aloud, her words thick with venom.
