to his reputation as a warrior unmatched in ferocity. He is a warrior who understands the battlefield—leading with both instinct and experience. When Rok speaks, his words carry weight, and his orders are followed without question. His orcs trust him implicitly, not just for his victories but for his ability to stand at the frontlines with them, leading by example.
 
The ERU orcs are the largest group of orcs on the continent, and they are undoubtedly the most feared. Their ruthlessness in battle is rivaled only by their deep sense of war and conquest. To them, battle is sacred, and victory is their birthright. Rok instills in his warriors a deep sense of pride in their bloodline and their victories, but he is also a leader who recognizes the importance of power and loyalty among orcs.
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One of Rok’s most famous raids occurred when his orcs, seeking new lands and spoils, turned their attention to the neighboring Viking clans to the northwest. These fierce warriors were known for their skill in battle and their Viking code, and their rich lands had long been coveted by the orcs. Determined to prove the strength of his people, Rok personally led the charge into the Viking stronghold.
 
The battle was fierce, with the orcs cutting down Viking warriors at the frontlines, but their victory was not as easy as many of their previous raids. It was during the chaos of the raid that Rok encountered a Viking warrior unlike any other—a towering figure with an unshakable presence. This warrior stood firm, refusing to retreat, even as his comrades fell around him. Wielding a massive battle axe, the Viking fought with unmatched moxie and courage, refusing to yield to Rok's onslaught. The two clashed in a duel that seemed to shake the very earth beneath them, a moment of raw, brutal combat that would go down in history.
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The battle between Rok and the Viking was reaching the end when something strange and otherworldly happened. In the heat of combat, just as Rok was about to land a blow, a blinding light enveloped them both, causing Rok to shield his eyes. The light was unlike anything he had ever seen—bright, pure, and seemingly all-encompassing. When the light faded and Rok’s vision returned, he found himself standing in a completely different place.
 
Gone were the war-torn fields of battle, the sounds of clashing weapons, and the blood-soaked earth. In their place was an empty room, featureless and cold, with two looming exits. Each door led into an abyss, a chasm that seemed to stretch into eternity, swallowing all light and color. The very air in the room felt oppressive, thick with an energy that made Rok’s senses flare. For a moment, the General of the ERU Orcs was disoriented, struggling to make sense of what had happened.
 
But there was no time for hesitation. The Viking warrior, was also standing in the same room, and he appeared equally confused and tense. The two were now alone, locked in this strange, empty room, their previous battle forgotten as they both tried to assess the situation.
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Rok immediately assessed the situation. The two exits leading into the abyss represented a challenge—an unknown trial that neither orc nor Viking had ever faced. The feeling in the air was unlike anything either of them had encountered in their lives: the abyss was not just a place but a force. One that seemed to defy the laws of nature and reality.
 
The Viking, equally baffled but no less determined, stood ready. This was no longer a battle for mere land but one for survival. It was a trial, a test of will, and perhaps a chance to forge something more. Both warriors sensed that something far beyond their understanding was here. The light had brought them here, and neither was willing to simply turn and walk away. 
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Rok, always a warrior of action, understood that the choices before him would lead him to whatever was to come next. The two exits were not just some doors but the beginning to whatever lay deeper. They could lead to a place of destruction, perhaps the end of both their lives, or they could open to something else—something unknown. The General, despite his fearsome reputation, found himself weighing his options more carefully than ever before.
 
The abyss could be a path to a new world, or perhaps the start of an entirely different war. The possibility of exploring this strange place, confronting whatever lay beyond the doors, was both exhilarating and terrifying. But as a leader, Rok knew the path of hesitation was the path of failure.
 
As the Viking warrior slowly took a step toward one of the exits, locking eyes with Rok, both warriors realized they had no choice but to put their fighting aside. Whatever lay beyond the doors, they would have to fight their way through it. Their destinies were intertwined in that moment, their fates linked by the strange forces that had brought them here.