The Howling Horde

The Mork tribe is split up into hordes which are as eager to fight other Isbranian nations as they are one another. Luckily for the civilized folk, the lust for blood exhibited by the barbarians is so vast they are incapable of rallying under the banner of a single leader... At least until one of the hordes conquers the rest... The Howling Horde’s hunting grounds stretch alongside the base of the mountains, where roads guarded by templars of the Order of the Ram run. Due to how frequently these paths are traveled as well as the orcs’ tenacity, skirmishes are a common sight and no night goes on without an attempt at a fortress.

The heads of the Howling Horde believe it shall be they who ultimately bear the task of uniting the tribe. Through constant battles against a bitter foe seeking their destruction, the horde grows steadily in power. Harsh climate and woods forever steeped in the dark make procuring food exceptionally difficult. All these factors considered, it comes off as no surprise that every raid by the Horde ends with wanton carnage. Thus, each battle taken may decide the triumph or downfall of the entire Horde.

Torches hazed by the fog and inhuman wailing mingled with nocturnal winds herald the coming slaughter... Nights in horde territory are seldom calm. Living on the fringes of the tribe of Mork, the Howling Horde is determined to prove its might in others’ eyes night and day. It stands to reason that without the aid of terrible demons, beasts begotten in darkest pits, such a horde should have quickly been obliterated in the merciless world of the tribe. And yet the Howling Horde not only endured but became a symbol of the power that slumbers in barbarians, gifted by demons, while beyond the tribe, it has come to symbolize how quickly a man living in the dark can lose his grip on humanity. Warriors of the horde strike into their victims terror far greater than many a fiend. Tales by miraculous survivors paint a picture of true horror. When facing against the Horde, it is far better to die than be captured alive lest death come most late...