[i]Orcs, Ogres, and Trolls all marched towards the village. Some rode horses, some wore armor, but all had a rifle slung over their back and an axe in their hand. They weren’t part of the army, but they were just as fierce as the soldiers of the clans because they were protecting their people, their homes, their nation![/i]

If anyone in an airship happened to fly over the lands controlled by the United Tribes. They would see many patches of green moving on the brown earth. These were the soldiers and army of the tribes marching to protect the cities, towns, and villages that were being invaded and were already invaded by the beasts of the west. But even with the massive amount of soldiers and armed citizens, they wouldn’t be able to face off against the forces of the west for they were greatly outnumbered. There was only one hope for the green-skinned people of the United Tribes, that hope was currently wandering the lands of the green-skinned, traveling the unknown land, stealing from the very creatures they hoped to ally themselves with, and becoming like the very creatures they feared.

“Hurry up, we have to get to the village by sundown unless you enjoy seeing our families slaughtered or sold off as slaves.” says a Orc dressed in a weird set of bronze and steel armor, he was just a normal soldier in the army that had lost his armor in one of the many betting places of the kingdom. He was talking to a group of five green-skinned creatures. Mainly orcs like himself but an Ogre was also with them. The rest of the small group grumbled but quickened their pace to keep up with the group leader, Jack, an odd name for an orc, a human name. “I said hurry up. You guys are just getting slower.” says Jack as he sprints ahead into woods. 

“Why is he in such a hurry. The village is already secure, we are just backup.” complains a small orc dressed in a set of armor with steam coming out. He was the one that had one the bet against Jack.

“No question. Just listen!” grumbles the Ogre. He didn’t have a name but was the strongest in the group, he was also the most dimwitted but loyal to Jack.

“Hurry up! I found something!” yells Jack. “OOF! I need help right now!” 

“What you waiting for. Help Jack” says the Ogre, charging ahead with his steel studded club high in the air. The group charges forward and find their leader cornered against a tree with a number of winged humanlike creatures surrounding him. “Kill chickens. Fresh meat. FOOD!” yells the Ogre, charging ahead. The others seeing no other choice charge too. The winged humans turned around too late, two of them were already clubbed down and the rest were soon forced to the ground. “Cook them!” says the Ogre eagerly.

“Wait! Don’t eat us, we were traveling to your leader.” says one of them.

“Don’t kill them. We are taking them back to the chieftain. He will reward us greatly.” says Jack, smiling crudely.