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Fellmore was a dreary place. Naught but dust and old bones litteted the terrain, and dirt got everywhere, in your shoes, in your hair, and in your eyes. Worse, there were orcs everywhere, and they weren't the friendly kind. And as Ventus stood in the Valley of Cuprum, he found himself surrounded by just such an enemy. An orc warband 80 strong surrounded him, led by Ungrog, a notorious orc-slayer and chieftan.

Ungrog slipped his axe from its sheath and slammed it into the ground. "Ready to spill your blood, traitor?" he jeered.