A dry breeze can be heard, whistling through the course desert. Canyon cliffs shadow over the sand that lays soft on the earth. This terrain, is not for the weak willed.

The sun blazes with a ray of such intensity, it is more than capable of burning the purest of canvases, into a bland rag. This desert resides in several unfriendly creatures almost as harsh as the condition of the desert itself.

The only bizarre thing about this environment, is it is deathly… quiet. Hardly a sound arises from the atmosphere. Then, in the distance, a soft pounding erupts from the horizon. The pounding grows louder and more ferocious as time passes. Similar to a thunderstorm, in the rocky mountains. More and more does the boom increase, almost enough to awake the spirits from their slumber.

Then what seems to be a storm, is a hammer, crashing down on a hollow drum, that echoes and vibrates with this deep penetrating sound. Wielding the hammer, is a creature of thick leathery skin. Tough from all the days being exposed to the lashing sun. But the pigment of this creatures skin, is a pale green. This race of humanoid is a very muscular one, very strong willed and prepared for anything. Their build almost as tough as the shields they grasp. Determined to do anything, to gain their freedom.

Their face is one of the more strange features, because it is very tightly packed, full of muscle. Protruding from the mouth of the beast are very stout tusks, much like those of our common day elephant. These creatures eyes glow red, for it symbolizes the blood that boils deep in their veins. Often the men will have piercings, resembling the marks of a warrior, or trinkets of a shaman.

The might, will, determination, ferocity, strength and honor of these people are beyond comparison to any other. Welcome my friends, to the race, of the orc.