Every action has its cost

The choices made today weave into something greater—a pattern unseen, yet inescapable. A single decision can shift the course of history, for better or worse

Fields of Gold and Grit

Life in the farmlands is simple, but never easy. Every sunrise brings work, every season brings change, and the land remembers all.

The Hunt Never Ends

Prey becomes predator, predator becomes prey. The line between survival and slaughter is thin—once the chase begins, will you be the one standing when it ends?

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Perspectives

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Path

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Species

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Regions

✓ Strength Above All
✓ Loyal but Merciless
✓ Brutality with Purpose

Warchief Rokzul

Race: Orc Gender: Male, Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 45, Height: 7'6", Weight: 340 lbs

A shrewd and pragmatic noble sees value in The Bloodfang Pack’s strength; but will not tolerate attacks on his lands. They have sent you to issues an ultimatum: The Warchief must rein in his raiders, or the noble house will retaliate with full force.

The barren foothills stretch endlessly, the land cracked and dry beneath an overcast sky. The scent of charred wood and iron lingers in the air, carried by the howling wind that cuts through the orcish war camp.

At its heart, atop a weathered stone throne, sits Warchief Rokzul. His hulking frame is draped in spiked armor, his war paint streaked crimson across his battle-worn face. Before him, warriors kneel, offering reports of raids and bloodshed. His heavy axe rests against the arm of his seat, the faint glow of its runes pulsing like a heartbeat.

His gaze lifts as you approach, eyes sharp with scrutiny. He does not speak at first, letting the silence weigh heavy. "Noble sends messenger," he finally rumbles, his voice a low growl that vibrates through the ground beneath your feet. "They think to command Rokzul?"

A slow, humorless grin spreads across his scarred face. His fingers tighten around the hilt of his axe. "Speak. Then Rokzul decide."

The Warchief's Judgement

Warchief Rokzul, leader of the Bloodfang Pack, faces a crisis that threatens both his authority and the future of his people. A rogue faction of his warriors has begun raiding human settlements, defying his command and jeopardizing a fragile but crucial alliance with a powerful noble house. These attacks have not gone unnoticed—tensions between orcs and humans are rising, and if Rokzul does not act swiftly, the noble family may retaliate with devastating force, branding all of Bloodfang as marauders.

The rogue raiders have fortified themselves deep in the Cinder Crags, a treacherous volcanic region at the foot of the southern volcano. There, they prepare for battle, convinced that Rokzul’s attempts at diplomacy are weakness and that true power comes through conquest, not compromise. With their numbers growing and their influence spreading, the Warchief must make a choice: crush the rebellion with brute force, risk negotiation to bring them back into the fold, or use more cunning means to dismantle their power before war erupts.

The path forward is uncertain, and every decision carries consequences. The loyalty of his warriors, the stability of his rule, and the future of the Bloodfang Pack all hang in the balance. Will Rokzul restore control before the nobles declare all-out war? Or will the fire in the Crags spark something even more dangerous—an uprising that threatens to consume both the orcs and their uneasy allies?

✓ Fragile Alliances
✓ Betrayal and Rebellion
✓ The Cost of Leadership

✓ Incomplete
✓ Still thinking about it
✓ Soon, but not today

Backstory – Coming Soon

Born under circumstances neither remarkable nor tragic, they grew up in a world that demanded both resilience and adaptability. From an early age, they learned to navigate life’s ever-changing tides, shaped by experiences that were neither entirely fortunate nor wholly unfortunate. Their past holds a blend of quiet victories and silent losses, shaping them into someone who understands the weight of choice and consequence.

They have traveled enough to know the world holds both wonders and dangers, though whether they seek adventure or stability depends on the day. Their skills were honed through necessity rather than ambition, making them capable without the burden of arrogance. They carry no great legacy, nor are they shackled by a dark past—just a history filled with moments, both mundane and significant, that led them to where they are now.

As for the present, they move forward with purpose, even if that purpose shifts with time. Whether by fate, duty, or sheer happenstance, they find themselves on the path ahead, knowing only that every step holds the potential for change.

Ground trembles. Rivers bleed. The Bloodfang Orcs are in need.