Slymes
Orc Male
Not affiliated with an Alliance
Before, was nothing. After, was nothing.
Beware, he prowls like the wolf.
Like the cheetah, he catches you before you know he's there.
Like the bear, his claws rend flesh like a knife through butter.
Like a lion, his bite shatters bone.
His breath is worse than flame from the dragon's mouth.
His eyes how they pierce: more painful than the spear's maiming iron.
He rejoices in his sword:
His arrow is his trophy.