Placeholder: [art by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Orc Green Grey, a fearsome creature of the dark lands, born of shadow and malice. His skin, a sickly hue of green and grey, marked with scars of countless battles fought in service of the Dark Lord. Standing tall and imposing, his muscles taut with strength honed through years of warfare. His eyes, gleaming with a cruel intelligence, ever watchful for any sign of weakness in his enemies. Clad in armor forged in the fires of Mordor, he wields a wicked blade [art by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Orc Green Grey, a fearsome creature of the dark lands, born of shadow and malice. His skin, a sickly hue of green and grey, marked with scars of countless battles fought in service of the Dark Lord. Standing tall and imposing, his muscles taut with strength honed through years of warfare. His eyes, gleaming with a cruel intelligence, ever watchful for any sign of weakness in his enemies. Clad in armor forged in the fires of Mordor, he wields a wicked blade

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[art by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Orc Green Grey, a fearsome creature of the dark lands, born of shadow and malice. His skin, a sickly hue of green and grey, marked with scars of countless battles fought in service of the Dark Lord. Standing tall and imposing, his muscles taut with strength honed through years of warfare. His eyes, gleaming with a cruel intelligence, ever watchful for any sign of weakness in his enemies. Clad in armor forged in the fires of Mordor, he wields a wicked blade

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