To witness Orcs preparing for battle is a fearsome sight indeed, especially for one used to the strictly-regimented organization of my fellow Bretons. I recently had the “honor” of viewing their preparations while traveling alongside traders. Their drinking, burning of offerings to Mauloch, clashing of brutal weapons on shields, and guttural, violent chants whip them into a blood-crazed frenzy. This is a war-chant they repeated over and over, getting louder and more bloodthirsty with every recitation:
"Blood! Honor!
Steel and bone!
Gore! Glory!
Mauloch’s Throne!"
