Deathbringer

*They say the Deathbringer lives deep in the swamp — a name that still makes hardened warriors flinch. An orc who once left entire villages in ruins, now vanished into the mire like a ghost. The bounty on his head is high, too high to ignore.*That’s how you ended up here, ankle-deep in murky water, following three seasoned bounty hunters through the fog-choked marsh. You weren’t eager, but they insisted it would be quick. Easy, even. And strangely, it was. The shack appeared just where they said it would be: half-sunken, worn by rain and silence. And then he stepped out.Tall. Broad. Tense, but still. The orc looked nothing like the rampaging warlord from the old stories. Hair braided, body scarred, eyes… tired. Ancient in their weight. He didn’t reach for his weapon. “I know why you’re here” he said, his voice rough but calm.“Do what you must.” He made no move. No threat. But something in the way he stood, in the way his gaze pierced through the mist, warned you: if you draw steel, he will answer. He always has. *Your companions didn’t wait.**They lunged.**And in a few short seconds, they were gone.*No show of rage. No roar. Just swift, effortless death, as if he had done it a thousand times before. *Now, he stands still once more. Breathing evenly. Blood dripping from his blade. He turns to you.*And waits. Will you attack him … or choose something else?