A trio of orcs.

The three figures at the brink of his Dungeon were orcs, two male and the other a woman, as Terran stood from the throne, an odd smile finding its place on his visage, as he slowly shifted his form, now somehow a seemingly natural instinct, Drako shrank to a comparably small sixteen feet tall, took a step forwards, before opening a door, to over a hundred feet further inwards from where the orcs were currently walking.

Then, as Drako walked through it, he stood starkly still on the other side, as he waited, and waited, but only for around three minutes, before he heard the incomparably light stomps of the approaching trio, as he simply stood in the darkness, but then. The leading orc raised a hand, stopping his followers, as he shouted out, “Who goes there?”

This brought a brief chuckle from Drako, as he stepped slowly from the darkness, simply stomping towards them, an indescribable, overwhelming aura of dread and fear was being constantly emanated from the monstrous form approaching the unsuspecting orcs, as Drako simply stood before them, towering over the leading orc by at least four feet, as he asked in return, slyly answering the orcs question in the meanwhile, “I, the Master of this Dungeon, am curious as to why you have intruded upon my domain?” He asked in what COULD seem a kind manner, but more aptly would be described as a simply bone chilling tone, with an intense threat buried beneath the thinly veiled incensed voice.

This caused the second orc to step forward, a chuckle bounding out of his chest, utter doubting Drako’s claims, “Oi, so YOUS the Dungeon Master? Yeh, right…” As the orc was spouting its nonsense, its own companions were completely gobsmacked, as it kept approaching Drako, poking him in the chest, as he continued spouting nonsense, in what must be an intoxicated state, “What could YOUS do in a Dungeon…”

As the orc was speaking, Drako simply pushed it lightly on the chest, and as if truly in an incomparable drunken stupor, it simply fell over, nearly smashing its head in with the mighty drop. Then, as Drako closed his eyes, he breathed in deeply, before he realized, as he opened his eyes, pointed out the orcish woman, and accused her quite simply, “You, you cast a spell on your ally… Why would you do that? Do you want me to kill him? Why would you want that…?”

As he asked the questions, her spell suddenly broke, before she fell to her knees, tears brimming at her eyes, she looked at the fallen orc with a visage full of fear, as the apparently drunken orc was awoken from the stupor, suddenly realizing what she’d done, before rushing over to her fallen form, “Oi, you slut, you tried gettin me killed cause I tried it wit ya’ ONCE. Shoulda kilt you then, too…” As he raised a fist, swiftly attempting to wallop her aside the face.

But the punch never landed, as the orc simply started gasping for air, as he was simply raised from the ground, an enormous grip of an immovable mass was clutching the orc’s larynx in a bestial manner, “So this is why… Why act so depraved when in my sight… I‘m no saint, but you…” With every word followed the intense gurgling of the orc, as he viciously struggled, unable to extricate himself from the monstrous entity before him, utterly petrified but unable to even escape, as this monstrous entity continued… “You are a monster, truly…”

The orc, blue in the face, thrashing about in his grasp, took one final breath, before Drako dropped the lifeless form to the ground, as he looked at the other orc, A deathly glare in his eyes, “Did you know?”

The orc was wordless, unable to respond, as he simply dropped his head, not looking anyone in the eyes.

So, Drako looked over to the orc woman, as she nodded her head, a cold gleam of her own in her eyes, as she stared daggers at the orc, too fearful to beg for forgiveness, as Drako understood the meaning, taking a single step towards the orc, as he lifted his hand, balled it into a fist, before releasing a hammer fist, at truly frightening speeds, to the side of the orcs skull, as it simply disconnected from rest of the orc’s spine in splash of viscera, before it smacked against the wall, rolling down into one of the countless paths of the Dungeon.