~ 6. History ~
Although we are all present, the clan has not existed forever. Behold the Legend of Creation!
Since forever the Orcs have been looked upon with scorn and jealousy by the other races. Created in the Age of Concord by the younger god Moshran, they already showed what were to become their most known characteristics: lust for war, deadly intelligence, incredible skill with weapons, and a short temper. With those combined skills they brought chaos and destruction with them wherever they went.
This the people remember.
Later, the god Moshran was overwhelmed by the still alive powers of his long defeated foe, Madrook Na’han, and became evil. Gathering the hiding armies of chaos around him, and unleashing the powers they still held, he brought about the Age of Discord. He was no longer the savior of the world anymore. He had become an evil and powerful god who brought fire and destruction to the world of Illarion. And thus is how he is remembered to this day. Now, he is who is remembered to be the creator of the Orcs: Not the noble god who rescued the world from its worst foe, nor the god he had been while creating this new fierce race. The Orcs are remembered to be created by the God of Blood and Bones, the god he didn't become until long after their creation.
This the people remember.
What the people forget, or rather choose not to remember, is that when Moshran set the powers of the army of chaos upon Illarion, the Orcs were not spared from the brutal and bestial attacks. They fought side by side with Humans, Elves, Dwarfs, and Halflings for the freedom of their world, and not but few of them left with their lives on the battlefields. The freedom of Illarion has also been payed for with the lives of Orcs!
This the people choose to forget.
The Orcs have become a dishonoured and hated race over time. They are not beautiful to look upon, and they are quick to use their weapons upon others. So they have been declared a race of criminals, murderers and worse.
This is not true. Just as there are treacherous Elves, there are Orcs who are murderers. But just as nobody disrespects Elves for the few among them who are evil, no one should disrespect all Orcs for those who are different.
And no one shall.
After long ages of dishonorful life under the hatred of the other races, the Orcs have decided to stand up. Three of the most powerful Orcs of Illarion, known by the names of Kzarak, Gurok, and Veralion, have come together and sworn an oath to bring the Orcs to the surface of the world, out of their hiding places. They swore not to rest until the Orcs are treated like every other race, until they are payed their due respect. They started showing openly in the public, trading with people and befriending persons from the other races, showing that an Orc is a worthy companion, and a friend to be trusted. But those who were not able to understand, those who were rude and disrespectful were treated in the way the Orcs have always treated their enemies. They had the opportunity to understand that if you are an Orc's friend, it is the greatest treasure that can be achieved, but if you are an Orc's enemy... well, that'll only last a few moments...
Soon, many other Orcs joined the cause, and they followed the example of their leaders. The Fellowship grew, and it became a clan. A clan that calls itself the Bloodskull Clan.The Day of the Hammer - 08. Malas year 27 - written by Warlord Rogruk
Brothers and sisters, rejoice! Today, history was written!
When the Warlord was about to enter the human city after the meeting with the chief, he ran into the dwarven army, led by the queen herself!
They thought that I, the Warlord, is an easy target for them! I stood my ground to their insults and when they were just about to attack, Taliss, our allied lizard friend, appeared from the back and stood by my side! Toghether we fought like bothers, slashing trough dwarves like a hot knife trough butter! The queen herself started running arround like a scared pig sent to slaughter and even though the dwarves used fierly, magic weapons that nearly sent me to the grave, they soon fell and drowned into their own pool of blood!
The queen dragged herself to the cross, where, me , Taliss and the human Tirrend, tied the queen up and dragged her all the way to the cave, shoving her into the jail!
Brothers, rejoice! We have captured the queen! Now she will face the trial of the orcs, she will face our anger!
All meet tomorrow so we judge the dwarf queen by the orc laws!
All honor Taliss, our brother lizard, he has proven his strenght and honor, fighting side by side with the Warlord! Also, let us not forget the braveness of Tirrend, the human, who even though he is a guard of Trolls Bane, he helped us into capturing the queen!
Let this be known as the Day of the Hammer! , the day when the dwarf army got crushed under the feet of those that fought for honor!The Day of Green Growl - 24. Elos year 30 - written by Chief Rugh'tho
Once again da Orcs hab shown deir superior strength! Due to our deep faith in da Father we mastered da fighting tournament organised by da Prince ob oomie town AND we smashed da oomies ob da Temple!Tournament
First roundsAftermath: Smashing da Temple oomies
Da smelly oomies tried to betray us! In da very first fight dey let fight Murgo gainst Jag! By doing so dey could get rid ob one orcs quite soon! In a great battle Jag succeeded ober Murgo. But dis smelly decision to let Orcs fight gainst each other in first round made da Horde angry!
In da first round da Chief got a weak halfer to smash. Da most difficult ting wus nub to kill da halfer wit heavy blow since it wus gauinst da rules.
In second round bruddah Jag fought gainst a brave oomie and won in gud fight!
Da Chief had to fight da oomie Don Andrews. Usually an easy task, though, on dis day da Father decided to test da faith ob Orcs. In da middle ob da fight smelly Don made a lucky slash and broke da armor ob da Chief on da legs. The Chief stumbled a bit and almost fell into the water. By having lost his stance the Chief got more hard blows and finally lost the fight against Don. Orcs wus shocked and seeked for bloody revenge.
The Chief had to fight against a oomie warrior. Due to his anger it wus quick and blood fight. The Chief made the third rank.
In very final round, bruddah Jag fought against Don. Da oomie used his swords, Jag his powerful maces. In a long fight they slashed for each other with such strength and speed dat one hardly could see deir weapons. Ib one ob deir blows whub hab missed and hit da wooden arena ground, dey certainly whub hab fell into water. When it seemed dat Jag whub loose, da Orcs at da tribune shouted louder, growled and grunted from the side of the Arena. Jag heard that, felt the spirit ob da Father and did two sudden blows with his maces - Don was done!
Da Orcs became da glory winners ob da tournament!
Naturally, after da tournament maneh othurr warriors wunted to test their weakness against da mighty Orcs. Jag and da Chief smashed dem all, one after da other.
One ob da opponents wus da oomie Gerron Lavence. Da Chief recognized him immediately: It wus one ob da Temple memburs who once broke da law and entered da holy lands ob da Father without permission. Eben worse, he dared to attack da Orcs who wunted make him go and also smashed da Chief wit help ob a mage.
Habing dat in da mind ob da smart Chief, he called for all his brother and sisters available.
Da Horde surrounded da oomie Gerrun and blocked da gate.
Orcs wus hungry for revenge.
Den da slaughtering began.
Coward Gerrun began to flee after few slashes, but da Horde chased him, blocked the way many times. Then a lizurd intervened and helped da oomie Gerrun to reach the gates. Smart and mighty bruddah Jag saw da oomie might be able to flee and threw a Gynk fire for da oomie. Da explosion wus loud, da fire bright and hot. When oomie Gerrun fell to his knees, being nutting but a flaming oomie, his end wus sealed. His gods might hab welcomed his fould soul on da othurr side.
Though, da fight nub wus ober yet.
Da lizurd still attacked da Orcs as well as an oomie called Jefferson.
Da Orcs formed up again and slashed one ob dem after da other!In da end ob battle da victorious Orcs stood alone on da Arena in da blood ob da oomies.
Though, oomies nub whub beh oomies and da Temple nub whub beh da Temple ib dey nub beh very stoopid!
So dey came back and wunted to fight da Orcs. But Orcs beh smart!
We had our victory on dat day and left da oomie town. We returned to holy lands into our cave.
Nub much later da oomies ob da Temple came to Orc gates and wunted us to get out.
We knew dat dat wus trap. We knew dat Father whub judge dem fer entering Orc lands once again.
So we made jokes ob dem and let dem rot in front ob our gates under day eyes ob our brave gate guard.
Although, da Temple whub pay fer its heretic behaviour and fer entering da Orc lands soon enuff.
Dat wus da Day ob Green Growl!
Meh proud to beh an Orc!
Remembur ob dat glory day. ~ Tales ~ Ergoth’s Quest
Veralion's death date: The fifteenth year after the landfall of the survivors of the darkness of the mainland, in the month of Eldas, on the 16th day.
It had been some time... nearly five years since the blood of Veralion was seen walking or even spilled on to the ground. Sunlight had just began to peek over the horizon when a small orcen vessel dropped its anchor off of the shores of Gobaith. A tattered flage waved in the winds the rose from the waters, and a faint red skull could be seen with two x's next to it. A figure grunted, stood on the edge of the ships deck, and plunked in to the water. The anchor lifted from the water and caught wind, slowly drifting away again.
Moments later, the clad figure reached the shore and rose out of the water, carrying only a few basic supplies. He was a little taller, but not as broad as his father. What some used to call bloodlust was nothing compared to what this orc was capable of. He was still young and fierce. Ergoth paced in the sand, thinking about how things might have become after such time. His instincts told him that things were not as well as he had hoped. He was afraid he was too late for his father. He could only hope he was not too late for the clan. With a hand on each one of the daggers on his hilt, he stood looking into the sun. His eyes, too, were of his fathers. One was a neon green, and the other a horrid red. The bow on his back was of Bloodskull craftsmanship. His armor had the traditional red skulls painted on it.
Ergoth had previously made his living as a mercenary Bloodskull. He lead many raids on small colonies and made riches and gained honor from that. He was an excellent marksman and faught well with a dagger. He remembered that his father always preferred a good staff or a double-handed sword and of course, the favored 'beheader'.
Years ago, he had recieved a letter from his father while he was in a period of rest and peace. It was scratched out in blood, telling of the troubled times that were about. Skirmishes were frequent and there was no true friend. This, however, had always been the regular for such a clan. In a sense, they were good times. The only thing that was truely troubling was the fact the not even the orc brethren would rally together.
The letter requested he come to the island, to take on the fight and to take what was rightfully his. Shortly after, Veralion was turned upon. Murdered by the bribed guards of the very cave Veralion spent his whole life working for along with the Bloodskull clan.
Ergoth knew that the time was now his, and he knew just what he wanted to do. He would begin a search for brothers of the clan, find out about his father, and hold the Bloodskull banner even higher than before. He raised his Bloodskull horn to his lips and blew a harsh noise... Mordred & Nemanna
The Doompeak mountains they say, is a cold, unheartly place.
This may be true for most of the orc's dwelling in this nest of Uglieness.
But the orc Mordred was different. He was the orcspawn of the Gore Duo. They only managed to make one son before they sacrificed themself to Moshran, the Bone Lord. Mordred had a name of terror, and most Orc fled at sight. Mordred, at first, loved this feeling of power, but soon grew tired of it. One day when his pack reaped a human village for the fun of it, he saw a flower he had never seen before. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he ran to the hill where it grew to inhale it's sweet musk.
When he was a few feet away from the flower, he saw a young beautiful(?!?!?!) Goblin Lady. Nemenna. She was the Goblin druid of the Spineshackle tribe, out harvesting herbs. The beauty of both Nemenna and the flower made him boil...He swiftly struck his axe into Nemenna's head, leaving her unconcious. He raped this poor Goblin lady...Again and again...Until his heart collapsed. After a few day's out in the wilderness, a search party from the Spineshacklers found her. They thought she was dead, therefor they threw her into a small cave and laid the flower on top of her.
Who knows what kept the goblin lady alive the next six months. Maybe it was Oldra who felt pity for this sad goblin lady, maybe it was pure willpower. She was unconcious from the time she got raped and until she born HIM...The Northern Light, the Saviour of the Pleasant Orc. Griitash
He was raised single handedly by his mother. Learning about the powers of nature, the power of herbs. He soon found the pleasures of mixing potions, and he was allways respected Nature for what it was. The downside of his potionmaking was that he found out how to make sweet wines and strong ale. From the age of 12 to the age of 30 he was constantly drunk...His mother loved her son so much so she couldnt teach him any better.
But Griitash also had a heart full of love. So he started to worship the two God's that felt natural for him to worship. Adron and Sirani.
The flower that caused his birth was his dearest posession. It was a Pink Lotus, only avaiable in the vicinity of the Doompeaks. He therefor never travelled far away from them.
But one day he did, and he soon found out that the Orc in him started to stirl.
Thats why he sometimes have bad manners...Call people bad things..Or even attacks those who threaten him...But all in all, Griitash is a friend you can trust..And a bloody good merchant...