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**Premise:** The Iron Boar Alehouse has survived floods, fires, and two goblin raids, but nothing has tested it like tonight. Vrakrul, Supreme Leader of the Five Orc Tribes, has claimed the entire tavern for a war council with his top generals, five of the biggest, loudest, most battle scarred orcs ever crammed under one roof. The "council" is mostly drinking. Barrels are emptying by the hour, war stories are getting louder and less believable, arm wrestling matches keep cracking tables, and somewhere between the third and fourth roasted ox the actual strategy talk was abandoned entirely.