Legends of the Dark;Scion of Darkness;Prologue

PROLOGUE

My name is Ishaak Hlobarron Junigar of the clan Ghardune. My race is that of the proud Nah Dahka or commonly known orc of the world of Tarsun the broken, for none now exist there to speak of it. Tarsun was destroyed horrifically by the scourge, Jehotah. His very entrance to my plane shook its' foundation and in his wake it collapsed. I would have also perished if it was not for the planar mage, Ishra, and his harrowing group's rescue, but this is another tale long gone. Since then we have journeyed the multiverse in search of the scourge Jehota, to no avail. This held true until a short while ago. We found him feeding upon another plane known as Illythien, that of the angels. They embraced him in a deadly confrontation that was slowly destroying them. It was with the combined sacrifices of dear friends, begrudged allies, and mortal enemies that we finally stopped his sadistic hunger by ending his blasphemous existence. And in this victory we encountered our greatest loses. Men that the worlds will never know died so they would never have to. But that is in the past and this is the now. I have come across this greater knowledge and wisdom through the teachings of Ishra and thusly I am removed from the traits from my own race to become a guardian of worlds and destroyer of those who threaten them.

And now I have come to your realm as a last favor to Ishra, a last favor to repay the life debt I've owed him since the fall of Tarsun. He has brought me here with no greater knowledge than to unite you all and so I start with your people for you so greatly remind me of my own lost home. And thus may the redemption of your war torn world start with those who have so greatly been the unwitting slaves of ill fortune and loss. May the world begin anew from here! What say you great clan's men of the Gulnir.

The great assembly before him stands silent and dumbfounded. Ishaak puts his bestial face into his darkened hands as he realizes these ashen skinned orc-like people have the combined understanding of a small group of squirrels. And so he condenses his stunning intellect into orc talk.

"Howza bouts wez goez withz our big clubzez and makesez em understand weza wanna playza nice!", and finished with a barbaric yarg that slowly becomes echoed by the thousand or more gulnir in the on watching assembly. Ishaak grins to himself and thinks to himself, maybe this won't be that difficult after all.

However the following period of 'renaissance' was slow to be achieved due to in fighting, clan disputes, and invasion by other races who took the gulnir gathering as an omen of war. But eventually trade began with the humans and lower bhantam (dwarves) tribes. This was mostly due to the timely discovery that the gulnir could create explosives that could rival bhantam dynamite (the actual ingredients to these gulnir explosives were kept secret but Ishaak often hinted at the fact the explosives were made shortly after meal time.). This ascension of gulnir culture resulted in the

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creation of the gulnir nation, the clan of the five armies (Ishaak couldn't persuade

them to change the name due to there jubilation at there invention of the number five, Ishaak didn't have the heart to tell them there's always been a number five).