Placeholder: a legend speaks of the Precursor, a figure foretold to be the harbinger of salvation for the Orcs, a race plagued by turmoil and strife. The Precursor emerges as a beacon of hope, calling upon the Orcs to heed the laws of the sky Gods in order to bring an end to the Crisis that has gripped their lands. With a charisma that sparks a fire in the hearts of his followers, the Precursor gathers the despairing Dukes of the great Orc clans for a momentous parley. a legend speaks of the Precursor, a figure foretold to be the harbinger of salvation for the Orcs, a race plagued by turmoil and strife. The Precursor emerges as a beacon of hope, calling upon the Orcs to heed the laws of the sky Gods in order to bring an end to the Crisis that has gripped their lands. With a charisma that sparks a fire in the hearts of his followers, the Precursor gathers the despairing Dukes of the great Orc clans for a momentous parley.

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a legend speaks of the Precursor, a figure foretold to be the harbinger of salvation for the Orcs, a race plagued by turmoil and strife. The Precursor emerges as a beacon of hope, calling upon the Orcs to heed the laws of the sky Gods in order to bring an end to the Crisis that has gripped their lands. With a charisma that sparks a fire in the hearts of his followers, the Precursor gathers the despairing Dukes of the great Orc clans for a momentous parley.

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