Melkor Tattoo [patched] Jun 2026

Grom tried the stew advice. It worked. The orcs of the garrison wept with joy.

When it was done, the tattoo spoke.

And somewhere in the Void, the real Melkor felt a strange tug of pride. Someone, somewhere, was using his face to make a demi-glace. He decided not to escape just yet. The world, he realized, had finally learned to season properly. melkor tattoo

Grom twisted. “You’re a drawing.”