Korosnikov

The savage lands, Grokskya, The fields of desolation, No 'mans' land. There are many names for this land of perpetual war and conflict, but none strike more horror into the hearts of men and elf alike than the utterance, Korosnikov.

Homeland of the MIGHTY race of Orcs, who live for the thrill of the fight, it is a harsh place, where almost no forests have been left untouched, what few farms remain produce measly yields of grain, and where the cat-men known as the Tabaxi scrounge and scavenge for the CHANCE of surviving another day. The enemy that the orcs face are the local humans, of whom are only able to stand a chance against the sheer might of the orcs due the human race's ability to adapt and their superior intellect. however, the Orcs are slowly and surely winning against the "LITTLE CYKAS" as they would put it. What few human strong-holds remain stand strong and defiant against the brutality of the Green-skin menace, and supplies would run low if not for the vulture-like Tabaxi, who scavenge battlefields and sell any surplus supplies to both the Orcish and human population.