Searching around their territory, the orcs found little resources of immediate value, it seemed this area's greatest richest were in the natural - good earth, good hunting, good forest. Until one of them made a notable find. Following the river up north into the forest, the land turned wetter and in the swamps she found something great: iron. It was bog iron, low in quality and quantity, but iron all the same.

Tuskor crossed the river east and went out alone into the unknown. As before, there was nothing, no trace, for miles. Until suddenly he noticed trampled ground of volume that must have been produced by a large party carrying heavy loads. Before he could think any further, he was interrupted by a sudden pain as his head twisted to the side. A javelin had passed just by his head, ripping off half his ear and planting itself into the ground in front of him. Turning around and looking for the attacker, he saw a being with a body that resembled a human's, but it was taller and its skin was metallic copper, its face was utterly alien and from its head protruded two long horns. It stood with a long spear in one hand and with the other it produced another javelin from its belt. It shouted, but the words Tuskor could not understand..


Population: 118 men, 118 women, 40 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 60% of adult population. (Higher than most races due to being savage orcs).
Food level: Average, growing
Resources: Lumber, some bog iron
Wealth: Non-existent
Trade: Non-existent
Growth: Above Average
Morale: Optimistic
Foreign relations: 
[color=92278f]Dwarves [/color]- [color=fff200]No contact[/color]
[color=007236]Horned Strangers[/color] - [color=ed1c24]Hostile[/color]