A Primer for the Uninitiated
or Tai'Sans Hearth as it is known by the orcs. That is what this world is. Home to the Orcs, the wild displaced beings of the cosmos. Here, they found their home. The year is around 250000 since the first arrival of a sapient outsider species. We have just entered the Era of Heroics. The first kingdoms of man sprout up from their roots as nomadic hunters or simple farmers. The second dwarven generation reclaims the homes of their progenitors. The elvish princes of the dawn lead their children to greatness. And right in the middle of it, are still the Orcs. Focis is a world of adventure, of struggle between your place in the world and your dreams, and of the ever encroaching newcomers and their interactions with the orcs. It is also a place of danger, of hulking beast of fur and teeth, and of fantastical beings. Focis itself is a miracle, a toroid shaped planet, with a mystical inside world and a classical outside. The two sides rarely interact but when they do, it is always the starting point of something incredible.
Walking the land that they deem home
so hopeful for their life.
The Other take their heart and roam,
experience and write their tomes,
to document their strife.
They do not know,
Tis not their home,
no matter where and how they roam,
their trespassing in our biome,
wakes monsters down below:
Echoes from the future haunt these pages! Click these only if you wish to learn what happens after the Era of Heroics.
Herein follows a transcript of a conversation had by the Lorechronicler Tarabatius with a shaman of the orcs. As is practice, the content was not altered, no matter how upsetting it may be. Take note not to leave this account open to anyone of Librarian rank or lower.
Greetings Stranger!I am Forg, wise-orc of my tribe: the mighty Thornbringers. You have come for answers have you not? This worlds seems confusing to you. And you do not understand why. Well there are answers to your questions, but you may not like them. This is of course just because you do not know any better. Everything on this world, our world, has its place and follows the rules and divine will of Tai'San.
Where We Came FromTo really understand Tai'Sans Hearth, you first need to understand that you are a mere visitor to this place. The Hearth is the world of orcs. Our histories spanned endlessly, uncounted lives spent well and full, before even the first Others arrived to join us.
Of the Making of the world
Before the OthersIs our way of recounting these times. During this time, Orc were the Tai of all creation, none matching our skill at mastering the world. Our traditions stem from this time. Even when the godspawns, the Elves as they call themselves, first came into the world, and we had to share rule with them, things were not much different. You see the Godspawn are the only wise folk we don't consider Other, because they were the sons and daughters of Tai'San himself and Rinushka, the Elfmother.
Our Year-Counters tell of a wholeness to the world, inside and out unseparated if only by the beasts and dangers already present.
After the OthersIt began with the Starfall. Even our most wise mystics have yet discerned where the fallen ones came from or why they came to our world, but the will of Tai'San can be indiscernible sometimes.
The MagesAt last, something, nay someone, was able to breach the cocoon of Tai'San around his something. A fissure in it allowed your mages and spellmasters to establish a route to our hearth. You brought magic none save Tai'San had
Balance and UnbalancingAs we move through the past, my knowledge focuses more and more on home, as a result I can not speak much of all of the world, but at least here, on Noria, at last a balance of sorts was restored. Your people eventually recovered, which brings us to now: The time of heroics. You built your petty kingdoms, striving for greatness, struggling with other folk, with the Starfallen and their hard halls, with the Godspawn and their eternal homes, and with us, who remain as we were since long before your came, and our hearths.
Us and the Others
GodspawnWhen his children had grown into their own, they each asked of Tai'San to have their own people so they could make their own homes in the world. The godspawn are sacred and live eternally. We reluctantly let them claim their own in the world. Unlike others, they have a birthright to this world, like we do. In some ways we are different, but in more we are the same. Our blood runs blue like theirs. Only in mind we are completely unlike. Theirs are of empathy and shared meld. Ours are not.
Second Dwarf Generation
Unlike their progenitors, the second generation of dwarves in the world is made of flesh and blood. They still remember the Starfall though as if they had been part of the meteor-geodes.
Note of the Library - Orcish heresy is not to be spread among the impressionable populace.
Why not instead read one of the following pieces of higher repute?
About Orcish Traditions
Tai, great orc chief
A Tai is the highest military leading position of the orcs. Becoming one takes a goal, effort and willpower. Staying one takes even more of these three.
About Dorralian or Jadiran magic
The Hammers of Jadira
Description of the Weapons, magical and radiant, that forged the Jadiran Realm, which to this day dominate the way war is fought and politics are made there.
Longer prose about history
Leanders report #1 - Of the first boiling blood
Orcs, as we all know, suffer from anger management issues. The sage Leander, having previously lived with orcish tribes, explains it from their perspective.