[h2][color=662d91]The Mustaqilun Tribe [Turn 0][/color][/h2]

When the first ship had managed to beach itself against the sandy shore, a great cheer had gone up from not just those on board, but also from other ships that were following behind that could see the promise of a new land before them. The ships themselves were ugly and battered things; They appeared to have been made in haste with limited resources by people who might have had a basic understanding of how to make boats but had clearly never had to contend with the trails of traveling across the open sea before. More then one ship in the ram-shackled fleet that was coming ashore had sunken on the journey, taking many of the souls on board with them despite the efforts of some of the other ships to fish their fellow orcs from the icy ocean waters. 

Despite the losses and the hardship through, the orcs themselves were in high spirits. They had done what many had believed to be impossible. The Dark One had long ago segregated his slave and worshiper races into specialized rolls in order to prevent any one race from being able to rebel effectively against him; While orcs could create fishing boats and make shift transports in order to gather food and ferry troops across minor bodies of water like rivers or moats respectively, actual sea faring naval craft and their production was kept in the hands of his branded human cultists. No one believed that an orc could make a ship that could survive three days out in open waters, let alone make an ocean crossing. With the impossible achieved, it was with great pride that the orcs celebrated their arrival in a new land. 

Their chosen landing zone had actually been somewhat inland, taking advantage of a series of bays that were open to the sea that offered a landing site that was sheltered from the elements. There was a fresh water river leading into the final bay, with a light splattering of trees to the west and a literal forest to the east and a mountain range to the north that promised sources of metal and ores. Even before the scouts had a chance to go exploring in detail, it was clear to those de-embarking from the ships that this was going to be a wealthy land to call home. 

Indeed, once Rukdug the Hunter himself had stepped foot on the new shore, he had commanded the scouts to follow the river north towards the mountains with the intent of finding a location for their people to develop a stronghold they could safely mine resources for, the warchief himself remaining behind to help organize those coming off the ships into groups to transport what few supplies they still had to follow them. 

Their new fortress home wasn't going to build itself after all.


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Somewhere in the purple zone.
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