[center][color=39b54a][b][h2]The Bloodhowl Clan[/h2][/b][/color][/center]
Represented Color: [color=39b54a]Green[/color]
Race: Orcs
Breed: Greenskins
Capital: Taregar, named in honor of the Prophet.

Ruler: X
Type of Government: A primitive elder council - presently the exiles look to their elders, both male and female, for guidance and decision making.

Religion: The suppression of their beliefs by the elves and the chaotic period of rebellion have left the Orcs with a confused idea of their religion. They believe nature to possess sentience through the spirits as well in the existence of a pantheon of Orcish gods, among them Akrosh and Ghom, their names handed to them by the Prophet. The exact relationship between the spirits of the world and the gods remains elusive to them.

Geographical Location:

History:

The Greenskins were at their inception created by the Elves as slaves, forged from dirt to serve and toil for them. In fields and mines and any manner of undesirable drudgery they were made to work as little more than gifted beasts of burden. Such was their natural place, for what would they do without their creators and their intelligent guidance? Just as the Elves served and worshipped their own gods, the Greenskins would do the same for them. And just as the gods of the Elves brought great vengeance upon them when they strayed, so would the Elves do upon the Greenskins when they rejected their duties.

But these things would change and they say it began when one day the moon shattered and for the first time the Greenskins saw fear in the hearts of the Elves. Soon after an [i]Orc[/i] arose among them, he spoke as though he was one with their soul and he told them that the Elves had lied to them. They were not created by Elven hands, but forged from the strength of the earth and the ferocity of fire. Their heritage was that of explorers and warriors, their spirit the freest among mortals, their connection to the elements and their gods stronger than any Elven magic, they were even conquerors. They were roused from their slumber and descended upon their masters with great violence to reclaim the freedom that was theirs by right and reap revenge for centuries of cruelty and deception. Orcish pickaxes soon split Elven skulls instead of rocks, their butchers' knives, their hammers, their pitchforks, all the tools granted to the 'beasts' were soon wielded against their masters.

Wherever the prophet's words spread, rebellion followed and as the situation deteriorated the Elves took to ever more drastic actions to quell them. Neither side was willing to settle for anything less than victory or death and the Elves forged great firestorms and floods to destroy the land rather than surrender it to the Orcs. The slaughter reached apocalyptic proportions and victory became ever more illusory and meaningless.

When the flames reached the coast, there was no escape except out to sea. The orcs trapped there scrambled whatever rafts and boats they could and drifted out to sea. With little knowledge of seamanship, they struggled helplessly against the oceans and beseeched the spirits for relief. Finally they crashed upon the shores of Helaeth, utterly lost. Some felt shame that they had abandoned their kin in the war against the Elves, but many more saw the helplessness of their situation and felt little more than joy than they had found a measure of peace. 

Though the younger generation had known nothing but the war, while the elders had grown into adulthood in Elven chains, they both shared an insatiable desire to find out more about themselves. The words that had spread to them from the prophet created as many questions as they answered and in this strange land they finally had the opportunity to create a life outside the domination of the Elves. They now had to find the answer to their questions; What was their way of life? The true Orcish path?