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From the beginning happy town forged its way alone. My people drink and crash  my caravans into your party. About that,sorry not. Build a bridge and get over it,and watch your back fool.As time came to pass,attacked and abandoned by fellow countrymen of Middle Kingdom,a hand of friendship was offered,by the kind and honourable people of Forsaken.Under their protection,my people became fat and lazy,singing and laughing,could be heard from my war camps and its been rumoured that expressions of tolerance and manners,have become common,such virtue most unbecoming of Orcs.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Now it is a new era, in time new friends and alliances made,bonded in blood of War and Tournament. A new sense trickling through my veins a destiny foretold by the Oracle a long time ago " Black ball north center pocket" but what could this strange cryptic message mean. In my youth I played in the abandoned monastery not far from the city where I grew up, there I was to find a strange creature hiding. The elders told me only a few have seen it, that it was very old and legend has it that it arrived a long time ago in a strange craft that fell from the sky. It used to live in the Temple which the city was named after and is known as The Jedi Orc Buddah, but it is no Orc, smaller than a dwarf and skin more blue than green. It possessed a weapon that stories say was more powerful than any Kerberos, a saber that shone like light and cut stone, steal and flesh like gwab. It was said to be some kind of priestly warrior with magical powers, huh stories for little children. One day during the expansion my division was on patrol near the monastery when it appeared standing upon a large boulder it peered straight into my eyes and spoke these words " Inspect the new settlement you must" as if like in a trance, i rode my large detachment for days without rest until we reached the new lands that had been chosen by the chief architect. At first glance it seemed ideal, fertile soil and resources of much plenty, the best part no neighbours to cause conflict and yet something wasn't right. It all seemed good, better than good it was ideal, where in all of Elgea had such a find been made. My men made camp for the night, I rose early next morning from a dream, it was the words of the Oracle playing over in my mind. With a slightly uneasy feeling I gave orders to the Commander to stay with the soldiers and guard the settlement. I mounted my war wolf and returned on my own, when after days of riding I reached the monastery I collapsed in a little cubby where i used to sleep as a child. I do not know how long i was out but when I awoke there it was poking me with a stick it placed a bowl in my hands and a word " Eat". For awhile i was a little groggy unsure where i was until it began to speak, " Something troubles you" it said. "Yes" The words playing over in my mind only louder now clearer than  before, then it stopped." What does it mean?". In my mind I could hear it say something, but at the same time from outside someone was calling my name "LOGAN 5" you have been chosen "LOGAN 5" "In here", I screamed. I turned to see who it was as a messenger burst through the door,  I turned back and it was gone. "Sir they came out of the desert to the east, desert Orcs, wild and crazy, millions of them." "What, desert Orcs?" who had heard of such a thing. "Sir, they killed them all, there were no survivors" then he coughed twice and died at my feet, well at least there were no runners.