1st to 15th of Dark Moons
Heroes emerge through the horrors of warfare, taking arms and obliterating those grotesque beast blessed by the crimson queen. They form the next day with betrayal or simply envy in their hearts onto those foreign to them for receiving no actions inflicted onto them. Greed and self preservation are primal urges reeking in a human warrior from the Southeast. Wanting respect but without the risks to go with the gambit. Heroes seek an answer, maybe a better Torkash to represent their domin. Perhaps soon we will see civil war with the Olaran or the Dwarf.
Amusement witnessing these heroes bettering those feeble ones, building an militia of sorts. While they take time, filthy feral orc druid goes out seeking new companions around the Evershade or maybe beyond for those weaken without ample meat. As proven they spring forth, encountering him briefly before fleeing with a few wolves to distract with some meager hunters probably succumb to some horrors to assist. Did not expect the hunters to be kept breathing…. smarter than expected.