"Before you set out across the hordeland, brave sir, hark a moment
to the tale of Sir Regnus. Regnus was like you, sir-a paladin of the
Order, all a-shine in his plated armor and with a shield as tall as a
man. Proud he was of it, too-Mirrorshield, he called himself. Tale
goes that heâ€™d set his eyes on rescuing some lost priest, a kidnap
from the abbey on the borders. Regnus came across some orcs in
his travels, a dozen or so, and thought, as one might, that theyâ€™d be
no match. Battle was joined and all was well until one of them orcs
emerged from the fray with a hammer bigger than any man ought
to be able to wield. Built more like an ogre or a troll, they say it was,
and with a single swing, it crushed Regnus to the ground, shield and
all. It were no ordinary orc, they say. It were a breaker. They can't
make plate of their own, see, so maybe it's jealousy drives these burly
things to crush and shatter the way they do. Effective tactic, though.
Careful out there."