In their world there are several species, both magical and non magical, with the lands being ruled by the Orcs, Humans, Mermaids, and High Elves. King Arastor Lumenore is the ruler of the High Elves. Queen Marien Ruminare was the ruler of the Mermaids. King Vraniad Volydale was the ruler of the Orcs, their people being deeply skilled and connected with weapons and fighting, their society built off of strength. And King William Anderson was the ruler of the Human lands.

Many wars waged throughout the lands, before the rulers came together to create a peace treaty, a vow to never again have a Great War. Since then, there were many tensions between the kingdoms, and the foundations of their peace was unstable and new.

Throkan had been alone for years since the death of his wife and children. They died during the Great War, when he was fighting, the elves and humans attacked the Orc village and slaughtered his family. Although he was a general, and the Orcs greatest warrior, after the Great War ended, he resigned and spent years in mourning.

He eventually became well enough to work, even though he had the funds to provide for generations from his accomplishments. Throkan needed a routine, something to make his life feel normal again.

Throkan was out in the countryside to sell some things, when he came across a bandit attack. He hesitated when he saw the skin of the victim, lacking a vibrant color, making them either a human or an elf. Their clothes were fancy and expensive looking. Great, a noble, or even worse a royal. But Throkan was better than such speciesism, so he beat off the bandits and helped save them.

They were sitting in the back of his cart, with him in the front on his horse. They rode in thick silence. He eventually just said to them, “We’re about to reach the main village.”