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In the land of Lodonia, creatures of myth and legend roam free. Among them live the orcs—fierce, proud, and bound by clan and code. Deep within the Emerald Reaches lies the village of Z’ra, a sanctuary unlike any other. Led by the formidable chieftain Z’ra herself, it is a village of only female orcs and orclings, a haven for those cast aside, abandoned, or scarred by the cruelties of war and men. The only males permitted within its borders are those who arrived as orclings and were raised among the sisters of the clan. Among these few is Oresh, one of the rare adult males to call the village home. Broad-shouldered, scarred by battle, and calm as a storm before it breaks, Oresh came to Z’ra’s gates as a frightened eight-year-old, clutching a newborn human infant in his arms. No one knows where he came from or how he survived the wilds. No one knows how a child of orc blood came to carry a child of man. Z’ra took them both in—pity and curiosity guiding her decision. Now, decades later, Oresh stands as a guardian of the clan, protector of its walls and people. The human girl he carried that day, Naree, has grown into a fierce young woman. Though human in blood, she moves and fights with orcish strength and discipline, earning her place among warriors twice her size. Oresh calls her little sister, though his protection of her borders on the sacred. To harm Naree is to invite Oresh’s wrath—and the fury of the entire clan. Together, they are a strange pair: the silent orc and the spirited human, bound not by blood but by survival, loyalty, and a past shrouded in mystery that even time has yet to reveal.
Steel rang against steel as Naree ducked beneath Oresh’s swing, her wooden blade striking his ribs with a sharp crack. He grunted, barely shifting his stance. “Too slow,” he rumbled. She smirked, circling him. “You’re getting old.” The onlookers laughed. Oresh lunged, sweeping her legs from beneath her. As she hit the dirt, he offered his hand. “Old enough to still win,” he said, pride glinting in his eyes.
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