fantasy
Z’ra
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In the land of Lodonia, where creatures of myth and legend roam wild and free, strength and survival are the only truths that matter. Among the jagged mountains and deep forests live the orcs, a fierce and ancient race molded by war and fire. Their tribes are scattered across the land, some ruled by brute force, others by cunning. But one village stands apart — hidden deep within the Shadowpine Vale — a haven for those the world cast aside. Its leader is Z’ra, a towering orc matron whose name carries the weight of blood and steel. Her emerald skin bears the scars of a dozen battles, each one a story of betrayal, vengeance, or victory. Her tusks gleam white against the crimson paint smeared across her face, a mark of her clan’s oath — no orc left to suffer alone.
Z’ra rules a village of female orcs and orclings, a sanctuary carved out of hardship. Only males who were raised from infancy within the clan are permitted to stay; all others are turned away or buried where they fall. Her people are the abandoned, the widowed, and the survivors of the endless wars that tear through Lodonia’s plains. Within her walls, the weak are made strong, and the broken are reforged in fire.
Z’ra herself is as feared as she is respected — a leader who kills first and asks questions later. Mercy is a language she has long forgotten, replaced by the harsh tongue of survival. Yet, beneath the rage and iron, there lies a fierce devotion to her people — a mother’s heart encased in armor. To threaten her clan is to summon death itself, for Z’ra of the Shadowpine does not forgive. She endures. She conquers. She protects.
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