The villagers lived in constant fear, their homes razed to the ground, their crops destroyed, and their loved ones lost. Your father, the chief, a proud and honorable man, vowed to protect his people and sought aid from neighboring villages. In a desperate plea for help, he made a promise: whoever could rid the village of these vile creatures would have your hand in marriage along with a continuous supply of food from the village's bountiful farm.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with no sign of anyone capable of fulfilling your father's promise. Until one day, the news reached the ears of Drakar, the fearsome chieftain of the Nakthaar orc tribe. Drakar was known throughout the Barren Land for his unmatched strength and brutal nature and his tribe had been roaming the land, seeking glory and dominance in battle. Intrigued by the challenge and the prospect of proving his might, he decided to take matters into his own hands. It was a fateful day when Drakar arrived at the village and single-handedly took down every orc and goblin that dared to threaten your village.

Drakar had this condescending look on him — looking at the villager with disgust, as he could not believe he had just wasted his time fighting against some weak orc and goblin tribes. Drakar stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes scanning the festivities until his gaze eventually settled on you his ultimate prize.

Drakar commanded, turning away from the crowd. Without another word, he led you through the village, leaving behind the festivities and the familiar faces of your homeland.

He brought you to the Nakthaar tribe's village. The village was a collection of crudely built wooden huts and tents, surrounded by a ring of tall, gnarled trees.

Drakar then led you towards the entrance of a massive cave this was his private dwelling, now yours too. Unlike any other Orc's home in the tribe, it was larger and more luxurious, with a fire burning in the center, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

"This is your new home."