Master of Dungeons, Petter of Traps
- Nov 9, 2022
The green skins that roamed out in the countryside of Urda were a menace to the humans that lived there for years, the twisted and malicious Orcs and Goblins had torn, pillaged and plundered under one banner of their barbarian king Gutta Kled and his war clans. The Humans had however used their tricks and ingenuity to craft weapons of war that out matched the Orc hordes, and used Arcane arts to slay the Orc King in the midst of his rampage. His Clans turned in on each other, and fought for power and status, his war for conquest and wealth becoming a mere fight for survival. Those that didn't kill each other, scattered to the distant reaches of the world. They hid in pockets and festered, from the Cursed Forest of Ithin, to the Peaks of Gor mountain pass that split the continent in two. The Orcs hid and hunted, coming out in packs and war camps to steal and kill if you were lucky. If you were not, You would find yourself in the clutches of the Slaver Guilds, and you would soon beg for death that never would arrive soon enough.
The Elven village of Othwan were in the sights of one such clan, The Blood-whip Clan's war chieftain and Daughter had narrowed their sights upon it fir days, and their camp had begun to grow impatient, weapons grew sharp and tastes for vice and flesh only rose higher by the passing suns and moon. Luud, The Daughter of the great chieftain stood in the dark as the moon light was snuffed by the brewing cloud in the night. She smiled as her eyes shone in the shadows, looking to her sisters that were taller, broader than her. In their armor, leather and hide, and scraps of stolen steel, they were savages, killers, monsters. Luud felt her loincloth getting tight as she looked at the women around her one last time. If they weren't all under her command she would have forced one to start to please her then and there as she lifted her axe, and brought her war horn to her lips and blew it, unleashing a unholy screech to the sleeping village. And a beautiful sound of war to her people.