TheAppleDad

"I was born in mud and blood, same as any true Orc. First thing I learned was how to bite, second was how to swing. The weak ones didn’t last long in my clan. I did. I still do."

I’ve taken scars enough to mark three lifetimes, and every one of them is a story. I fought tooth and iron for my place, and I earned it. Orcs don’t hand out respect; you take it, you break bones for it, you make them remember your name.

Now I build, but I do not forget war. My city rises on the backs of my enemies’ ashes. My people follow because they know I can keep them fed, armed, and feared. Gold is good, armies are better, but fear is best, and I deal in all three.

Stand with me, and you’ll eat well and fight often. Stand against me, and I’ll burn your banners, salt your ground, and laugh while I do it.

I am TheAppleDad Remember it, or be crushed beneath it.