Zlog was born into an orc tribe indigineous to an archipelago located far off the coast of Arcas, a group that had left Arcas long ago to live away from the materialistic struggles of men. He was born to shipmaster Nargulg Muk, the leader of the nomadic tribe, who sailed from island to island to hunt for food. It was quickly discovered that Zlog was allergic to meat, causing his father great shame. At the age of seven, he was put into a raft and pushed off to sea to dispose of his weak genetics.
Malnourished and dehydrated, the orc arrived at the Arcas coastline. Delirious, he aimlessly trudged forwards in a straight line, confused, until he came across a river he could drink from. With water in his system and plants in his stomach, he kept moving, reinvigorated. This continued for several years, the orc living in the middle of nowhere, far away from any interaction, growing up in the wilderness with a great surplus of instincts grown of what plants he could and could not eat, how to sleep in a tree without falling, and how to avoid the more dangerous predators that lurked in their leafy lairs.
Zlog was twenty three years of age now - not that he knew that - and had already grown to eight feet tall. He had smelt a strange smell on winds and had traced it to the smouldering remains of an encampment, with not a soul in sight. He cautiously approached the embers, finding bloodied armour laying in the smoke stained fabric. Laying on eyes on the soot coated armour brought back barely intact memories of his own youth, faded recollections of ironclad warriors, riddled with piercings. With sparkling crimson eyes, The orc tugged the scorched armaments from the ruins to begin a new life.