$gork ’S LAST STAND IN THE ASH WASTES
The ground trembled beneath Gork’s iron boots as the storm swept across the Ash Wastes, turning the air into a whirling haze of dust and lightning. His battle-axe hummed with the blood of the last foe he’d struck down, still warm, still dripping. Ahead, the enemy warband emerged—shadows first, then steel, then snarls.
Gork’s pulse thundered. Good. A real fight.
He cracked his neck, grinned wide enough to show every jagged tooth, and launched forward. The first warrior barely saw him—just a blur of muscle and metal—before Gork’s axe split the earth and the battle erupted in a shockwave of fury.
Blades clashed. Sparks flew. Roars shook the air.
Outnumbered? Yes. Overwhelmed? Never.
Gork fought like a living storm—unstoppable, brutal, glorious—determined to carve his name into the dust and bone of the wasteland.
Tonight, the Ash Wastes would remember
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