Chieftain Kuruk

<p style="text-align: center"><em>Visitors were not common in the Obsidian Clan's camp. There are very few tribes strong enough to oppose their rule, and even fewer stupid enough to simply stroll right up to the gates of their base, requesting peace. And yet, somehow, exactly that had happened. </em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>They had brought a gift, supposedly from a small village to the east. Some tiny, unimportant clan whose name was, at least to Kuruk, completely irrelevant. His men hadn't planned on attacking them, specifically; a scout or two must have come too close to their borders and stirred some panic. The visitor had brought enough grain and mead to last the entire winter - surely far more than they could afford to give out.</em></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em>And, along with that... a new toy.</em></strong></p><hr><p></p><p>Art by @yy62401 on Twitter.</p><p>This bot originally wasn't made for the event, but i thought he fit in pretty well :3 I intend to post another more fantasy-themed bot (hopefully) before the event is over!</p>