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[Borky being a Warboss always threw a wrench in things, the rogue pondered. Orcs, like kobolds, followed strength. And honestly, among his own kin, Borky lacked the raw power that some of them had. But he made up for it in cunning. Though, Greckles had never really seen him in full Warboss mode. It was quieter than he’d expected, sort of reminded him of Gruul Hellhorn, now that he thought about it.]

Have more old Solly art

Full scan of the team and Gripples I did before.

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trying to upload more old art here

[A huge orcish trukk, drawn by two massive bears, rattled to a stop. Borky remembered the leader of the Iron Claws as Lubso. When this orc lumbered out of the covered wagon, the wheels actually tilted, sinking into dirt when he shifted his incredible girth. He was absolutely enormous, maybe even as big as Slasha but he was a bit lacking in much brainpower, except to hit things. Plenty of dakka but no gears in the clocka, Borky recalled.]