Introduction 2

 A blurred shadow emerges from the mists and takes the form of a male orok.  The towering mountain of muscle stands well over six feet tall and has a massive stone hammer slung over his shoulder.  His gray-purple hide is decorated with scars and he is clothed only in a loincloth and leather boots.  His savage features consist of a heavy brow, a broad nose, and threateningly pointed tusks.

 "You're a brave one."  His cool deep voice somehow echoes even out here in the open.  "To venture through Murklewarren alone."  He wears a mischievous smile.  "Do you know what happens to maidens who travel this forest alone?"

 You casually draw your sword.  "Do they get their clothing all stained with Orok blood?"  You suggest.

 He twists his head to one side and unleashes a series of loud guffaws.  "It is not blood, but another Orok fluid that shall soon cover that pretty little face of yours.  Drop your sword, wench, and get down on your knees."  He commands.