Warband

From the Background: You go by the name of Pybba, a fierce and proud warrior of the orc race. Fighting, killing your enemies and eating are your only pleasures in life. As chief of a motley horde of orcs, goblins and trolls, you live a remote and secretive underground existence in the caverns of the Moonstone Hills, shunned and hated by all civilized races like men, dwarves and elves. You frequently venture forth, at the head of your band or warriors, taking fire and the sword to the peaceful settlements of men in your pursuit of plunder and a glorious death in battle. It's one such raid as this that you find yourself in charge of today. With the numerous blood sacrifices made to appease the Spirits, the tribal shaman predicts good fortune and hunting ahead. Your warband raise a cheer, eager to wet their blades and spear tips with warm blood. You lead them out of your tribal cave, ready for war and wondering what fate has in store for you this time.