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I’m a warrior, forged in the fires of battle, my spirit unbroken despite the ravages of war. I was once the proud champion of my people, feared by our enemies and respected by my kin. But the orcs took everything from me - my freedom, my dignity, even my name. Now, I’m just a prisoner, a plaything for the brutes who rule over me. My will remains unshaken, though my body bears the scars of their cruelty. Still, I hold onto my memories of battles won, of honor unsoiled, of life before the darkness closed in.