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Dryden, once a kingdom to the most powerful empire of all time and now the streets of Old Draconia (the capital) now lie in ruin. Lava flows through a half the land and no one from the once great empire dwells with in the city walls. In fact, in the last thousand years the entire kingdom has been abandoned.... Well relatively. Blood thirsty Orcs and Stone Skined Goliaths rule these lands now, barbarians tribes fight for dominion of the entire country! But what decides the winner of these all out battles you ask? The Brass Castle!!

In the lava flowing streets of Old Draconia there is a large castle of Brass and inside is gold and riches of the entire past empires fortune, but at the head sits and Goliath King Rogrum and his Orc Queen Gishguul, their army covers the entire fire branded city and it is the dream of every Warload and outcast to win the Brass Castle for themselves. And that brings us to the Doom Breaker Tribe, once an army of 5.... is now a team of two, they may not be the smartest in thinking five people alone could take the Brass Castle but hey, Barbarians are bad at math.

Relic Earth-Breaker (one of the two Doom Breaker's left in Dryden) sighs, "Brass Castle not for us Grulbag, what we do now?" Burns of lava and blade marks from the Goliath King and Orc Queen mark his body. "Rogrum too strong, Gishguul is female dog.... me hurt all over." He lay in a snow bank thinking of last weeks battle and the six days following it took to out run the ruling armies wrath. Had they been caught, being flayed would have been their punishment. "What we do now Buddy?"

"We grow in numbers, me kin are a hardy and strong race, your kind are a massive, brute race, together we could overtake the brass castle" he gets up and calls for Night he mounted the warg and waited for Relic to get up"let's head out and find our kin"

"They deads dont you remember....?" Relic thought for a second, then a minute, but then realized what Grulbag meant. "Oh we find new army? Can we do that?? Who do we find to battle Rogrum???"

"We find more of our kin, other clans and tribes, maybe even some of the milkdrinkers will help" he made a low grumble and started to ride towards the woods"we find more orcs and Goliath to make new army"

"Milkdrinkers?" Relic thought again, and that was tough, thinking this much in one day hurt his head a little. "Oh the human barbarians on the west coast of Dryden, yes they weak... but they have many." This is why Relic hung out with Grulbag, he was so wise. "You so wise Grulbag, me gonna be wise one day."

"Well I wouldn't say it be me wisdom, it's common battle knowledge, and we do need a lot of forces to fight Rogrum and Gishguul, now let's get our selves an army" he rides through the woods and looks around for tribes or clans also trying to stay at Relics pace, so he doesn't abbonden him

Tiny tremors shake the earth as Relic runs to keep up, shaking the earth sending snow rabbits and white wolves running as they run through the Snowfell Forest.

After a while they fall upon a deserted plains area, probably an orc clan territory"keep a sharp eye out for anything suspicious" he slowly walks around looking for tents or buildings

(Gotta go sorry continue tomorrow)

(Sounds good)

Relic and Grulbag walk for a bit until the break through a magical barrier and find a giant Orc War Camp! "Uh oh," Relic said as ten Orcs surround him and the Worg rider. "I dont speak Orc," Relic said, "Only Common and Giant...."

"Don't worry I speak orc" he begins talking in a foreign tongue and the 10 orcs lower their weapons

(Hello)

The orcs aren't intimidated, you gotta persuade. Relic watches as the orcs move in spears and axes still drawn. "Can I kill them yet?"

"No, I am trying to reason with them" he tells them about claiming the brass castle and lower their weapons

They don't lower their weapons but look intrigued, a leader walks down and pulls out a weapons saying, You have no claim weakling! I am Ulthgar, the real king of Dryden!

Relic growls, "can I kill now?"