ORCS Under the darker recesses of the mountains out come Orc warriors, scowling and shunning daylight. They march on covered in armour and chain mail, souls long gone hearts filled with misanthropic hatred. They carry swords and spears to battle. Their mutilated faces twisted by their contempt, and yellow stained gnashing teeth. This ancient tribe is death itself, swarming across the land like the blackest swarm. The green fields below viewed from the mountains edge, Orcs head forth these will be stained in blood. and the torn bodies of their enemies, the sound of death slashing of steel. in this dark density of aggression, weapons and bodies lay strewn across the plain Orcs emerge victorious.