Prologue
At the beginning of Sauron's rule orcs were swarming across the free lands of Middle Earth. Many travelers were attacked and killed. Sometimes men and women would escape and seek shelter in a neighboring town. Often times the women who had been physically abused would find themselves with child. When the babies were born they looked the race of their mother. Humans or Elves were usually the only ones who were attacked. They only way they could be told apart from others was their black blood.
Because of this trait they were hated and rejected by all who they met. All they could do was hide and steal for food. Most of the robbers caught had their fingers slit. If black blood flowed they were killed immediately. If red they were mildly punished.
People with red blood referred to the poor souls as dirty bloods, though it was usually not used in proper conversations. When a dirty blood died they were buried with a headstone that only read "Dirty blood".
Seon, a farmer with an orc father, hated the idea of all people like him being killed for what they were. So he turned the small city he governed into a fort. All half orcs traveled there and could live in safety. Some trained to be warriors while others became farmers. As soon as he had enough workers he built a large city in a hidden valley surrounded by leagues of mountains. He sent spies all over the world to find half bloods like them. All the children were raised as warriors or farmers. As that secret civilization thrived the warriors went about the countries. Orcs ran at the sight of the insignia of a black star on their silver armor. They were trained in the ways of Men, Elves, Orcs, and their own methods.
Seon had a half-sister who was married to a man from Gondor. She bore him two sons before being kidnapped by orcs. By the grace of the Valar she escaped. Taking refuge with her brother had been trying to say the least. Finally several months later she was riding across a small valley in the mountains when her horse threw her. Painfully she dragged herself under a small ledge. The weight of the child she carried did not make waiting comfortable. Thus here begins the tale of the army of rejects and outlaws that saved the lives of millions of people in Middle Earth.