Growing up I was part of a huge tribe, which I did not like. I became quiet and worked with my father at the time which helped me gain my strength. I felt like I wanted to know everybody but at the same time did not want to be social. over time I made friends that I became really close too and trusted too much and they betrayed me and I was sent to trial. I became rejected from my tribe but was told to work for free, it was hard labor and started to resent my tribe. I ran off and raised myself as my father taught me my life skills. I eventually found another orc and began my journey leading them in the wilderness.
walking through the forest I stumble upon another lonesome orc by a campfire we sit around and talk and tell him my journey this far, he was quite smaller than me but still a grown orc. I tell him my plans for myself and asked if he would like to join and we now adventure to the highest mountains to start a new tribe and try to recruit new orcs of similar nature. Outcasts, all ages and sizes. we are not hostile but we do have anger inside of us and would act upon it if we get messed with. the road is long and perilous, but I am taking this challenge in leading orcs to a better life. in my mind I cannot fail them as I failed my family and tribe.
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