The lone Orc, Koruush, his first night in a strange place. First humans, then elves, dragons and now vampires?. He got into a fight with two of them, one went poof and disappeared, the other the called he called "Son Ah" he liked her, even got her a drink after their brawl. Orcs?! go figure, not known for their smarts. Anyway after their brief chat, if you can call talking to an Orc a chat? more like a grueling exercise, the Orc chief and the Vampire woman parted ways, he went to his room, signing a loud Orc song, an assult to the ears to be sure, orcs were never known for their musical skills. Will at least there were still no dwaves...

Now there are a few things that orcs, in particular male orcs need to have to be happy, alot of food, plenlty of ale, a nice cave to call home, other orcs to fight and feast with, monsters to kill, battles to fight and a mate. it is not widely known, but orc males tend to mate for life.

And though the only known Orc in rhy'din had plently of food, ale, a cave to sleep in(thanks to the Shimmerscales), the occasional monster to slay, he still lacked two things, other orcs and a female orc for a mate. It was this last issue that made Koruush angry and stir with rage. It seemed to him, neither Jade, nor Kaze, or any woman for that matter wanted a strong and powerful Warchief, who slayed a Hill Giant by himself in the Marketplace, recently. So his mind and his heart took a darker turn, a more primal turn.

After all he was an Orc, and they are primal beasts

Kark, the lone Orc. He had been sent on a mission many years ago by his Cheiftan, to find the lost warrior. He traveled with a wide variety of beings throughout the years of his journey, knowing from the start that he was doomed to fail. He grew strong over the years, and established himself through reputation as an Orc unlike any other. He learned to read and write in his youth, and had mastered several languages before setting out on his journey. He possessed a pleasant demeanor, and a certain etiquette that was altogether un-Orcish. He had actually thought himself on the fast track to Cheiftan status, before the mission. He battled many a foe on his journey, and lost many a friend as well. His powers grew as he acquired powerful artifacts throughout the years, and continued to train his body and mind. In a battle with another group of wanderers, Kark found himself separated from his companions. He was lost for many a day, until he found an ancient and forgotten temple. There he was visited by the patron god, the all-father of the Orcs, the great One-Eyed Gruumsh. Gruumsh told Kark that he would find the lost warrior, that he would deliver the tool that would liberate the lands and end the warring that had plagued them for so long. The artifact was made to be bound to Kark's very soul, only able to be removed by Gruumsh himself. Kark wandered for several years after that, and eventually he was lead to the Wizard that had cast out the lost Warrior. Kark "persuaded" the Wizard to repeat the ritual, and Kark found himself face-to-face with Koruush, the lost warrior. The Supreme Cheiftan. He was un-aged from his disappearance... And Kark soon after discovered that he had been sent back in time. 30 years back. Kark knew that Gruumsh must have planned this, but he was unsure of how he could help the Cheiftan to end the wars from this alien land of Rhy'Din. But Kark was never one to question faith, so he would wait to find what Gruumsh was leading the Cheiftan and himself to find.

Kark had experienced the state he had wondered of for so many years. His body was covered in blood by the end of the rage, though he knew not where it came from. He felt the power of Gruumsh resonating within him after it had subsided, and remained in a somewhat agitated state. He was stolen away by the Nexus after his ordeal-filled night and dropped into the forest. He knew what this must mean, by the will of Gruumsh. So he did what he believed to be his reason for being sent; He hunted. He sought many things, and found many prizes, but he finally came upon something he hadn't seen before. He had found a Wyvern, and unfortunately for both of them, they ended up hunting each other. Kark shed his ceremonial armor and his weapons, preferring to hunt on equal ground with the great beast. After all, his strength was prodigious enough to make it more than a fair fight. For ten long hours he watched the Wyvern tracking his steps, his movements, always remaining just out of it's reach. When it had found him, he had wanted it to. He attacked the creature head-on, running through a wall of striking claws and wings, taking his hits in stride. The beast clamped down on Kark's shoulder, and he let out a howl of pain. The great Orc then did the only thing he could; He punched in the Wyvern's eye with his free fist. The beast let out a terrible shriek, tumbling to the ground, where Kark delivered the kill. He dragged this beast to the site of his tribes new hall, and began carving it down, saving the bones as trophies to be presented in the hall some day, when it would be complete. Kark was beginning to feel peace with this new land of Rhy'Din.

It was revealed to Koruush, now an Eye of Gruumsh, a Chosen Leader of the Orc race had been given a vision from the Great Orc himself, Urdarun was on the same world as the main continent of Rhy'din was. Both continents on the same planet, Urdarun was but two months sail NorthWest of Rhy'din's main landmass, across a great ocean, of which the Ice Sea of Urdarun was only a part of. But first Koruush had to build a new tribe, called Dragoclaw in the land of Rhy'din, and that would take time. And one day, Koruush would lead his tribe, unite the Orc Tribes and fight alongside the Men and Elves of Urdarun to finally one day crush the Drow, Duergar and Goblinkin of Urdarun.

Kor had sent workers north to the build site, by the time they would arrive all one hundred of them, the sacrifical pyre of goblinkind would be ash by now. Upon this spot Kor would begin building a new Tribal GreatHall for the DragonClaw tribe and a great temple to Gruumsh, all was going well. Though Kor had not seen Akantha of late, prehaps she was not interested in becoming a mate after all. Her loss, he did have Candy, and three harem mates, that was a start at least.

Soon Kor and Kark would deal with the wyverns and gain the trust of a tribe of isolated but strong orcs that Kark found. This would go a long way to building the Dragonclaw Tribe to great strength.

After a very loud and painful labor for both mother and father, and Kor has the fingernail marks to prove it, Candy, Kor's beloved wife gave birth to a son, Aduran, Kor's firstborn and heir of the Dragonclaw Tribe, he was very proud indeed. He passed out cigars to all gathered in the Inn, and shared a drink with the patrons, before taking his lovely wife and his new son home. Aduran, in the language of the Orcs of Udarun, meant"He who is hope." And the birth of this baby meant hope to the DragonClaw Tribe.

~ Fey drow eyes watch the DragonClaw Tribe with concern as Elandar ghosts unseen amongst the shadows of the encampment, cloaked by spells and using all the stealth that a seasoned drow possesses, his hood also drawn up close to hide his features.

He had heard that Koruush meant to eventually lead the tribe to war in another land, proclamations that the orc meant to fight alongside elves and men against drow, duergar and goblinkin. Then again, he had also heard rumours that Koruush worshipped Gruumsh, and indeed had even spied on the tribal chief during his devotions. Since Gruumsh hated elves above all other things, Elandar doubted that what Koruush proclaimed and what the orc actually intended were one and the same.

The drow narrows his eyes in concern as he crouches unseen on a rooftop, cloaked in shadow and spells. He thinks of the implications of the war to come and all the drow lives that will be lost before they may be redeemed by the light of Eilistraee. His gaze shifts to the building where he knows that Koruush's newborn son is being nursed by its mother and he ghosts through the shadows towards the structure. He has heard the child is named Aduran, and from the whispers amongst the sentries he has learned the name means "He Who Is Hope".

He hangs upside down on one of the walls of the building, fingers and toes hooked onto beams and his levitation holding him steady as he presses tight against the wall, just another shadow amongst many. He studies the child through a crack in the wall and silently prays to Eilistraee to bless the child with wisdom enough to choose its own course through life as it grows, and not be swayed by the anger of Koruush or the rage and blind hatred of Gruumsh. He shifts his gaze to Candy and he offers a second prayer to Eilistraee, asking that Candy's influence may teach the child a better way so that when the war comes, Aduran will lead the orcs with wisdom and a measure of compassion.

He drops down from the wall and twists in the air to land on his feet without a sound. Flitting unseen from shadow to shadow he leaves the tribal encampment. ~

He Who Is Hope ...Indeed....~He whispers to himself once he is away from the encampment and running free into the night~

Koruush came to the tribe that Kark found, a tribe that followed Kord, though a human deity, Kord was a deity of war and strength. He was worshiped among the Human Nors of Urdarun, so Kord was familiar to Kor. However as the Chosen of Grummsh it was Kor's duty to convert any orcs he found to the faith of Grummsh. He hoped that Kark, Gruumsh's vessal and now his presence would help bring these orcs, 100 in all to the faith and teachings of Gruumsh. If he did this would go a long way to building the DragonClaw tribe to a great size and return home, but that was a long time away still. Kor could also sense Kark's tiredness, he prayed to Gruumsh to keep his First War Captain alive after his vessalhood was over, he still needed strong commanders, a Kark was certainly that.

"My Akantha, my salvation, i found her on a strange world, and fell for her hard. I have so many demons in my soul, all the things i did, and saw, all for money and things, would she forgive me that, what i did back home? I have spent only a few nights with her, first time i have felt any compassion in quite a few years. She is Heaven compared to the Hell i have been in all my life. I don't feel like a freak with her, i feel kinda normal now, though i feel all the cyberware and bioware still. Course thats what i am now, its all a part of me. For a time there i felt like i had no soul. But its there, just buried under all that metal, polymers and plastics. Akantha brought it out for an a much needed overhaul."

The great gray Orc remained among those of Kord for quite some time. He spent many a night conversing with their priests and leaders, often at the expense of a good nights sleep or enough time for a hunt in the day. His hand at diplomacy was young yet, but he had a feeling about these Orcs. Finally, after one day of intense debate, the tribal high priest had an epiphany. He found the slight similarities within the faiths, despite their upfront contradictions. He came to a decision that they would indeed join the ranks of the DragonClaw Orcs, though they would hold some religious reservations until they could be further convinced. Kark was so pleased with this that he immediately headed for home. His exhaustion caught up with him when he finally made that long trek back to the grounds of the Hall. After informing the Cheiftan of his accomplishment he simple collapsed on the spot, slipping into a sleep that any could tell was one of the most needed the great gray Orc had ever seen.

Danl had come to RhyDin on a whim of the Nexus. The young neko was staying at the Red Dragon Inn. After a few nights she started up a conversation with Khaine and Spazz. They showed her some of the technology from where they were from, which more advanced that what she worked with. Khaine asked Spazz to jion his team and Spazz joked that Danl could be thier hacker. It turned out to not be so much of a joke as Danl was in fact a hacker as well as a rigger with some skill in magic.

Khaine decided that Danl needed a Matrix Commlink cyber implant so that she would be able to hack wirelessly without a typing or even a computer and had escorted Danl to the compound where she was supposed to be getting her implant. A Doc Skell would be putting it in. Khaine was paying for everything, and she was getting Delta grade, which wouldn't interfere with her ability to do magic.

She was put under anesthesia for the opperation of course.

Once she was awake and aware Khaine instructed her on how to get to Kor and Candy's house, telling her that Candy would love to have her help around the house and that they would take her in if she said he had sent her.

Of course Candy was more than happy to take in Danl. She found the neko to be charming. It was such a relief to have another woman about. All of the servants were male after all.

With great enthusiasm Candy showed Danl around the place and showed her where she would be staying. She then showed Danl her and Kor's rooms and where the baby stayed as well.

Also she let Danl play and even babysit the baby. Giving her a break and some well earned sleep. The house was almost ready for the holidays and soon after that her and her son would join Kor.

She had missed him terribly. Her bed and body being cold without him being there. But...She was happy now that Danl was there to keep her company.

Khaine and his mate, Akantha, the very lovely Akantha, now have a son, Dante Marcus. And as explained to him, by her, she had Marcus rather quickly due to the nature of her racial heritage, which just blew his mind away. But hey, he was never one to complain about good things happening. He has a bouncing baby boy, a proud papa, Khaine embraced the little baby as a loving father should.

And after much great and epic debate, with help from a friendly centaur, they name their son, Dante Marcus, but had no last name. Khaine, had been raised on the mean streets of downtown Seattle, last names made you traceble, something you never wnated when working the Shadows.
So Akantha, looked to the Stars and the Sky and the Moons and came up with the name "Levaque" whatever that meant, sounded Frensh or French-Canadian to him. At least it was not Russian.

The great gray Orc awoke at last. He wasn't terribly well-rested, and he seemed a bit agitated, but that could be chalked up to any number of things at this critical stage in the development of the tribe. He stumbled his way out of the Cheiftan's home, and into the forests. He was unfamiliar with the areas surrounding Koruush's home, and it took him a great while to find his way to the build site of the Hall. From that more central point, he made his way deep into the woods, and then even deeper, to a system of caves he had discovered during a hunt. Once he had made his way to the deepest and darkest caverns in the system, he found what he had been looking for. The shrine to Gruumsh that he had been instructed to build by the One-Eye himself. He was assured that none would be able to find it, save him. He began the long task of the Commune. After he had entered the trance-like state, his body seemed to release him. He found himself in the hall of Gruumsh himself. The One-Eye sat at a great table, lined with the meats and drinks of many lands. It was truly the feat of a god.

The great gray Orc bowed to the One-Eye, and looked up to him, knowing what he would have to soon do. "When shall it be done, my master?" The god looked upon him, gnawing on the leg of some animal Kark couldn't begin to imagine. "Upon the day that the hall is completed. You know what will become of you should anything go wrong, do you not?" The Orc bowed his head, "I will die. And the Fury will be lost with me." The One-Eye laughed with force enough to shake his own hall before he responded, still gnawing on that leg. "Then you are prepared. I will have something for you upon that day, servant. Something to keep your energies at their peak for the remainder of you days, so that you may longer yet serve my purposes. I believe it's something you possessed long ago." The Orc bowed his head yet further, fighting any urges to ask, though he already knew. "I- I am honored by your benevolence more and more each day, my master. The One-Eye laughed again, shaking the hall to its foundations. "For one such as yourself, it isn't benevolence I have to show." The Orc was now a finger's width from the ground, bowed to such depths as he was. "Of course, my master. I shall serve your wishes until my death, regardless of my status as an Avatar." The god tossed the dry bone to the side before rising. He walked over and roughly lifted Kark to his feet. They stood at the same height as the One-Eye landed a blow upon the great gray Orc's chest that would have shattered the body of a Human. Fighting to keep his footing, he knew he'd gotten the equivalent of a gentle pat. He dipped his head again, as the god spoke for the last time. "Your may no longer be an Avatar when this is over, but you will remain charged. Do not rage needlessly, and do not forget that when I call, you shall come. You may become a great vassal for your fellows yet. Help them to lead in a victorious and honorable tribe, and your work may please me some day soon." He laughed once more before the vision faded, and the great gray Orc awoke within the caverns.

His way out of the caverns was an easy enough trek, and making it back to the build site, he couldn't help but to begin working on the building alone, lifting things that would normally take teams of laborers, constructing at a frightful pace. For the glory of the Cheiftan he would see this Hall completed within the remainder of the month. For the glory of Gruumsh he would deliver the Fury unto the Cheiftan. For the glory of the Tribe he would persevere. For glory and honor.