- From the top of a hill, the half-orc watched the plain stretched out before his eyes. Usually peaceful, it was now teeming with the Imperial encampment's activity. He looked up at the horizon. The Storm was coming, slowly but surely. It would be on them in a few days. For long minutes, Nibaak remained to observe the phenomenon that would soon bring them war. -
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