The kingdom of Elmar was vast, stretching out hundreds of miles in all directions. Lush forests, crude swamps, dry desolate deserts, and plains of grass as far as one could see. Elmar itself sat against the largest mountain cascade in the entire region making it impossible from rear attacks and its front fortifications could deter any army from taking such chance. The land catered to all types of races, you had the humans of Elmar itself, the elven societies that held to the forests, the race of lizards that only the elven kind knew much about, for the beasts rarely ventured outside the deserts, the dwarves of the iron rocks whose clans were renowned for remarkable battle stories of the past. You had other races that Elmarians didnt speak much of, the dragons and lords to the east, and the orc wastelands to the east and south. The kingdom of Elmar has gone without war for over 200 years and for very good reason, because it held the largest army of the lands, or to be what was believed. But...very soon, that would all change. Drektar was very large for most orcs, he even rode on an oversized armored battleboar. Chargin through the highgrass he had ventured far from his stronghold and his mount had grown thirsty and tired from the days ride and began to show signs of slowing and agitation. He pulled the chained reins hard bringing the boar to a stop at the edge of the wastelands. Water had become scarce and he was on a mission to find new areas that the stronghold of orcs could relocate to, by force if needed. In the distance, he noticed the grass of the great plains, and knew he would find water, because the great lake of Elmar was near, and that was where he was headed.