The March of the Orcs
It all began when a small group of haggard travelers came across your group, begging for refuge.
War, they said, had broken out.
Oirthear and Iathar had gone to war over some silly reason or another.
You? You always appreciated war. While most Orc tribes are nomadic here in the northern mountains, you always had the panache, the bravery, and the gall to fight through Dwarven and Goliath territory.
War among the menfolk to the south? You welcome it, relish it. Now is the time for you to grab those like you, to send out the messages and receive similar ones from friends with the same ideals, no matter how far they may be. Now is the time for you to unite the nomads while the true warrior squabble over what bridge should have what name.
And now, standing over the first pile of corpses put to your blade, with your new allies abreast, it's time for the Orcs to plunder, to take that bridge that they're arguing over and name it for yourself!
