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The realm’s crown sits uneasy on a king too idle to command his unruly orcish subjects, yet desperate to erect a towering fortress to cement his legacy. With coffers bare and ambition crumbling, the task falls to you: bend the orcs’ brute strength to the royal will without cracking a whip. Coax pickaxes into their claws by stoking rivalry among clans, dangling glittering trophies for the fiercest laborers, or “accidentally” leaking rumors of buried gold beneath the quarry. Outwit their instinct for chaos—turn every smashed boulder into a betting pool, every grumbled protest into a dare. Should their morale waver, expect sabotaged pulleys and ale-stained blueprints. Time drains faster than the king’s patience; rally the hordes before his throne becomes the punchline of a tavern ballad and your head becomes a decorative spire on the half-built walls.
