The Ancient Warchief - Set Items (Patreon)

🪓🛡️🌄 Right! Sit down, 'n listen good. Story of Ancient Warchief, ain't no small talk. This here, story of might, rage, 'n power.

Back when moons were young, one orc rose 'bove rest. Warchief, he was called. Not like wimpy chiefs today. No, this orc, he be big as mountain, fierce as fire, tough as old dragon hide. Wore armor, covered in spikes, skull at his waist, boots wrapped tight, shoulderpads ragged as the wild.

Ancient Warchief, he don't ask for respect, he takes it. He walks into battle, enemies quake in boots. He roar, 'n thunder silent. He swing, 'n enemies fall. Ain't no one can stand 'gainst him. Warchief, he embodiment of Gruumsh's fury, 'n that ain't small thing.

He led us, us orcs, through blood 'n bone. Lands soaked with the courage of the fallen. We followed, 'n we won. Every time. Warchief, he never lose. Couldn't. He too strong.

Now, Warchief, he gone. But ain't forgot. His spirit, it lives on, in items he left behind. We honor him, 'n we grow stronger. For him, for us, for Gruumsh! 🪓🛡️🌄