You are a champion amongst orcs. The Warlord is dead by an assassin’s hand. You have received orders from the Great Khan: your fortress is the last defence that stands between your home city and the armies of your enemy, and you must sell your lives dearly.

This may be your last night alive. As the sun sets, you see the fires of the enemy on the horizon and think of the life you’ve spent alongside the other orcs here. Can you tell them how you really feel, here at the end of everything?