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The ground shook and the rumbling grew deafening as Thala, along with the rest of the village, stared in dumbstruck shock at the hulking soldiers marching forward through the gap made by the goblinz vanguard. Some standing as much as two to three feet over the height of the tallest men, their slabs of rage filled muscle rippling as they marched beneath the storm, everyone knew, in spite of their disbelief, that these were Orkz, and hell would follow.
At the end of the wide path that divided the village down the center, they stopped. In the middle of their numbers, one sat high atop a beast that was something akin to oxen, but with a third, sharp horn protruding from it's forehead, and a scaley tail that ended in a ball of deadly spikes. The beast was covered, all but it's legs, in thick armor plates and rough looking chainmail held together by worn leather that once may been ornate but now was weathered from years of use and battle. High in the saddle sat their leader, a massive warlord, face hidden behind the chainmail sections of his spiked helm.