The last Trial of Tusks.

In the savage Keldoran Wastes dozens of orc tribes wage a constant war among themselves, each led by a chief who sees themselves as the strongest and best to lead. The orc people live in a state of unending conflict and this has bred some of the most resilient and dangerous civilisations in all of Avaria. These small wars almost resolve themselves when one clan kills another's chief in a ritual combat called the trial of tusks and assimilates the survivors only for a challenger to rise among the combined clan and form a breakaway faction of their own.
On a rare occasion, an Orc Chief will rise that is truly bigger, stronger and more cunning than the rest. These individuals kill and claim several clans and cut down any opposition before it can become a true threat. With threats of violence and plenty of actual violence, they are able to bludgeon the many clans into an enormous single force that spreads throughout the surrounding lands laying waste to all. The orc hordes' battle lust is sated on the slaughter of those not fast enough to flee before them. As the horde ravaged the land so too does the infamy of the Chieftain grow until all orcs know his name.
Eventually, the orcs are defeated and driven back to the wastes, usually by a combined force of other races, and the status quo of clan warfare soon resumes.
However, in 416STF a survivor a destroyed clan wandered the wastes alone, a lowly, tuskless outcast called Do'kagron. His lone wandering brought him to a vast metal structure, an ancient monolith. Do'kagron settled in its shadow and lived off the land for years, with no others to challenge him he grew stronger and larger. One day, while digging for water he uncovered a strange metal tube, large and heavy, buried in the broken and cracked ground. Not knowing what to do with it but sensing its value he brought it back to his camp and began to use it as a club to hunt.
A few days later under the scorching heat of the sun, the tube began to light up with strange blue markings and split apart. A ghostly image of a creature appeared to Do'kagron speaking a language he did not understand. After attacking it several times only to find his strikes went straight through the incorporeal image, the confused orc examined the open tube and found inside an ornate crown of sorts. Do'kagron poked and prodded and after much experimentation, the crown found his head.
A torrent of information flooded into Do'kagron, wracking his small mind with pain, forcing his body to adapt as orcish physiology demands. The crown lost its light and fell to the ground.
After days of comatose slumber, Do'kagron rose. He knew so much, his mind was expanded and his body had nearly doubled in size. Muscles bulged along his arms, legs and torso, now his tusks were strong and proud. He had received the knowledge of the ancients, a race he now knew to be Avarian and he knew what he had to do, the mission the hologram had given him. It would take a mighty force indeed to accomplish and he would need to start with the warring orc tribes.
With his new size, strength and knowledge, Do'kagron swiftly subjugated or exterminated all of the other orc chiefs and declared him Warlord of Keldoran. With his mission in mind and the savage might of an orc horde at his back, he began to make his way west to the long inert structure that had ever dominated the horizon. A structure he now knew to be a realm gate.

Conflict Type

War