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Common Ethnic Traits:

• Suggested Naming Conventions: Orcish names

• Hair Colors: Almost always black.

• Eye Colors: Red, black, gray

• Complexions: Estellonian orcs have greenish skin tones, Nomerian orcs have dark gray skin tones, and She Dalusian orcs have light gray skin tones.

• Height Average: Male and female orcs both stand around 5-7feet tall.

• Discarded by Azazazi: Like many creatures of the devil, Azazazi's creation, Orcs were a perversion of an already existing race. And thus, have been cast aside in favor of the dark elves and humans of corrupted hearts. The many orcs who have spilt blood in the will of the black faith now find their prayers unanswered, and their promises unfulfilled. 

• Eminent Extinction: The orcs were a declining peoples even before Azazazi cast them aside. And upon such, orcs all around the world received one final boon from their dark father. All across the world, every orc born up to the last 15 years ago received a vision, forecasting the extinction of their race, for they no longer had a place in an ever civilizing world. They were no longer a desired component in the devil's agenda, and left to fend for themselves in a world that has grown to rightfully despise them. This, ironically hasn't driven all of them to despair, however. And many instead turned their savage instincts and bloodlust against the forces of darkness that they no longer serve. Choosing instead to find self preservation in a new form. Being useful to humans.

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Synopsis:

None could be sure how and where the orcs came into existence. Although they were thought to be yet another of Azazazi's corruptions of Esmeranda's lucid fey, much like the goblin races. Orcs however came at a later stage than the goblin kin. According to Dwarven accounts, the proto-orcs were said to be a literal pig headed and pink skinned race, as though created to be a mockery of humans. Ravenous and ever hungry, they devoured much of the western continent in the world's adolescence. Such beings were said to have become obsolete after the hobgoblins rose to prominence. Though the devil's plans for the orcs were not complete, and legend has it that he fashioned a new kind of orc from the Elves who were captured or swayed into his influence. This new mockery stood tall, with green goblinoid skin, pointed tusks from the lower jaw, and strangely elvin ears. They were everything the elves despised. Barbaric, blood thirsty, greedy and reckless creatures, who's red eyes telegraphed their evil to those unlucky enough to be close enough to peer into them. They were different than the hobgoblins. Less organized, but far more cunning and far stronger. They spread through out the early world, as far as Nomeria and the far eastern She Dalu. The shockwaves of their war bands and raiding parties could be felt all through out the known world, and perhaps even beyond. The Orcs of the east became more pale in skin tone, where the orcs of Nomeria turned darker grey. But everything began to change for the orcs after the petty kingdoms of fallen empires once again began to unite into nations. And soon, the orcs found the lands they once terrorized so openly and freely mold their infrastructures and militaries in a way that would make open attacks against them far more suicidal. The black death, a disease that would raise those it killed into the undead also did a number on the orc tribes in Estellon and northern Nomeria, so the orcs soon found themselves pushed into hiding. Occasional war parties would raise, wreck a few villages, before being dispersed and hunted down. Thus the orcs would have trouble getting a foothold again. Soon enough however, a different brand of Azazazi's evil would walk the earth. The dark elves of ice and ash.

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Many orcs, goblins, and other fowl creatures gravitated to the north and beneath the world to join or lead their new brothers and sisters into battle to reclaim the world for the devil, and while the ash elves tolerated their presence for a little while before casting them away into the underhollow to fend for themselves, the ice elves still viewed the orcs with the same ancestral contempt that elves had always held for the orcs. Despite revering the same master, the orcs instead found themselves at the tips of spears. All the while, the visions and prophecies that Azazazi used to pass so liberally to the shamans were starting to become rare. The tasks delighted to the tribes began to be far less significant in scale. But then, on that day 15 years ago, when the crystal moon turned red, every orc left alive received the same vision. They looked upon themselves from the outside, withering in front of their eyes with age and neglect in a pit whilst dirt slowly poured over him at the rhythmic sounds of shovels from above. As the viewer floated above the pit, a crude, unmarked grave stone toppled into the pit with a sickening thud, and a muffled grunt. And then all the graves fell into their holes, as frost began to cover the the world in its entirety. There were no visions after that. Not to the shamans, not to the rest of the kin. The meaning was blunt. Azazazi no longer needed them. In fact, he was practically telling them to die out. Now, left alone, surrounded by enemies on all sides, the orcs were faced with two options. Go out with a blaze of glory, or adapt, endure, and survive. 

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