For a half a decade, they tried to contain the problem, leaving the outside world ignorant of the war that was waging within. For five years they fought, and failed. Upon the dawn of the 16th Century R.C., they broke through. The Paleskinned beasts known as the Grogar, vile abhumans, if they even could be called that, were emerging from their fortress beneath the City of Reliance. The United Plains Coalition was unprepared for the numbers that swept through the city, the hulking horde swiftly took over the city and spread like locusts. The chaos of the attack led to several separatist uprisings as the military were halting the Grogar advance for a short while, civil order was falling apart, the country was tearing itself to pieces. 

Twenty years have passed since the Grogar broke through the defensive lines. The Coalition had lost control of the country, and only held a small slice of land, surrounded by hostile factions that sought their final destruction. Despite their dire situation, the remnants of the UPC have held strong and held the line, fighting off the Grogar and making slow advances.

The Grogar, over the years had begun to splinter into warring factions, two of the most prominent holding the most territory. The Dragonfangs and the Legion. The Dragonfangs are marauders to the core, with no intricate agenda in mind, no higher purpose at all, typical of Grogar Clans. All they seek is the thrill battle and the perfect foe.

The Legion however, are something else. The Legion of the Exalted Mother, fanatical, yet highly disciplined cultists at the service of the being that spawned them, something they call the Exalted Mother or just The Mother. The Mother holds dominion of the fortress from which they're origins are traced. The Legion and its Master have a grand plan for the New World, one where all present are not safe from.

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The Badlands
City of Waltonberg
Dragonfangs Territory 
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[i]Another day, another battle to fight.[/i]
A man in his mid thirties in worn-out clothing laid against a wall in a broken down apartment building, avoiding the gaze of roaming Grogar snipers. All the while, the sounds of gunfire echoed through the dead streets as Union-backed rebels staged a new assault into Grogar-held lands, paving the way for the NAU invasion force that was follow behind very soon.

The man was gripping his bolt rifle tightly, peeking out the blasted hole, taking notice of a Grogar patrol, a trio of those hulking Oruk strains. "Perfect." he whispered to himself as he looked away, crouching down as he reached into a bag next to him, digging through a mess of items still he found hat he was looking for, a scope. After pleasant sounding "clicks", the man took aim with his makeshift sniper rifle, aiming for the lead grogar, he couldn't stand the sight of those damned monsters. "Pop goes the paleskin." he said in a mocking tone as he pulled the trigger, his ears ringing after the loud bang as the lead grogar fell, a gaping hole where his forehead was. His two comrades scattered, fleeing the scene before they were next. "Go ahead run you goddamn cowards." he said to himself, his hearinf slowly returning as the radio started to make sounds, someone was trying to communicate. "Manny, come in!" a feminine voice spoke up.

Manny frantically searched the bag, puling out the blocky portable radio. "I'm here jess." he replied. "What's going?"

"Paleskins got us pinned down by the market square!"

"Hold on, I'm on my way." He said as he hoist his rifle over his back, picked up the pack and ran to aide his fellows.