ONE MINUTE STORIES | EPISODE EIGHT

In the annals of the ages, I, a warrior of the Eldar, have faced the harbingers of darkness, the abominable orc breeds that plague our lands. Oh, the countless battles fought, the blood spilled, and the horrors witnessed have scarred my immortal soul.

Long have I stood against the fiendish hordes, facing their wrath with an unyielding heart. In the shadowed depths of the Misty Mountains, I clashed with the vile Uruk-hai, twisted and bred for war. Their strength was fearsome, their cruelty unmatched. Yet, I stood firm, my silver blade gleaming with the light of the stars, casting a defiant glow amidst the darkness.
But the greatest abomination of all was the grotesque Goblin-kind, with their grotesque visages and maniacal laughter echoing through the caverns of the Misty Mountains. They swarmed like a plague, their sheer numbers overwhelming our warriors.