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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rikandur Azebol" data-source="post: 2120460" data-attributes="member: 21755">Pit of Despair.Chained orc was thirsty and hungry ... in fact, it dimly remembered when it wasn't hungry. And doesn't bothered even with worrying about it's meaningless life ... All it felt was numbness, cold void instead of heart. Even thought of stopping to breath and killing himself was meaningless and futile, for he lacked strenght to do it. And then it heard something that warmed his blood and refocused his fractured mind on something familliar. Screams of dying orcs ... Black orc smiled, remembering these emotions and himself from before."I'm ... Torak."He whispered to himself and opened his eyes, to witness slaver slaughtering slaves with his vardatch. He grunted, hating anonymous orc with all his heart. If he weren't in chains ... He would die like orc, not like animal. Orc fell to arrow from nowhere, and Torak opened his eyes widely on this sight. He reached for the vardatch of the fallen orc, only to hear his chains ringing. This reminder of his real status was like bucked of cold water and Torak closed his eyes again, mumbling."I'm ..."</blockquote>