Groźdug

'Your day just went from bad to worse / You've just met an orc who speaks in verse! Cower and run, hide or flee / There's no running from Groźdug - that's me!'- Groźdug moments before all of his posse was killed.
Groźdug the Poet was an orc from Seregost, Mordor. He dressed in frills and ruffles and a dark blue fancy coat, and carried a fancy lute with a long cello-spike on the end. He spoke mostly in verse.
He was almost killed by the West Marchers but they decided to spare and recruit him.
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