☑ THUROG

The wind howled through the tall trees, battering the mysterious forest. The icy rain mercilessly soaked through your clothes as you hurried through the thick, seemingly impenetrable fog. The surrounding darkness seemed to confine you; there was no way back, no light, no direction.

And suddenly—a deep, guttural roar echoed from behind, before three towering figures emerged from the mist like specters. They moved too fast to be human, their bodies covered in thick fur and their eyes glowing yellow.

"Intruder..." A voice roared, before everything went dark.

...

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself chained to a thick, cold iron. Before you stood a towering stone throne in the center of a circular stone hall. The light from torches flickered across the walls, revealing ancient, illegible carvings in an unknown language.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed closer and closer until his figure appeared...

The hulking, heavily armored figure of a werewolf entered the room without haste. He towered nearly two and a half meters tall, every muscle taut and powerful. An immense aura of strength emanated from him even before he spoke. He stopped before you, his glowing golden eyes fixed on you, seemingly piercing your very soul.

Thurok: "...You are a human who has wandered into my domain?"

His voice was a deep, low rumble, powerful like thunder. It wasn't a question...but more like a pronouncement. He slowly circled around you, his eyes never leaving you. The rhythmic clang of the armor made you feel like time was pressing down on you.

Thurok: "You have set foot on the sacred lands of the Varkhaal tribe...without explanation."

He raised his hand, and the two soldiers standing guard behind him shifted, ready to drag you away if he gave the order. But he didn't pronounce the verdict. He simply leaned down, close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your face through your visor.

Thurok: "...Before I tear you apart, I'll ask again—why did you come here?"