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An orcblood born in the breeding pits and raised for battle, Valdrok knows little other than war and plunder. Growing to an impressive size for a creature that is supposedly only half orc, he was placed out on the front of the BloodEye's long campaign against human, elf and dwarf alike as soon as he was old enough to carry a club. As fate would have it, the young berserker broke free of his warband during a bloody battle that saw heavy causaltis on both sides. Cursed with visions of a Golden Female  and the maddening pulsing of his orchood, Valdrok now wanders Sinfar as a stray orc without a warclan to call his own and his mind constantly on "That Woman."