OOC: The drawing is fine and so is your post. Don't be so self-deprecating
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Set at the base of Kore's Claw, a ring of three large, jagged, snowcapped mountains in the Grandeon mountain range, the Gorefist tribe of Orcs lived as peacefully as Orcs can for generations. The village, Nor'Org'Tok, has grown steadily over the years from growing families, slaves taken from other tribes, as well as tribes who had long ago abandoned their ancestral homes to join with the powerful Gorefist tribe. At the center of the village, lies the chief's longhouse where the village elders discuss the recent disaster.
Karogg sat rubbing his temples. For the past few hours, he had been subjected to what he thought was akin to torture. However, as one of the elders, he was obligated to be present at this meeting. Six days earlier, a massive earthquake ripped through the plains and tore a rift in the sacred Grandeon Mountains. Since then, the village had been in uproar. Many had seen this as a sign that the Gods were angry with the Gorefist tribe and more than a few took it as a sign of the apocalypse.
"Kore is displeased with us! We must go to war now, it is the only way to regain his favor!"
"And just who do you expect us to fight, Murg? The nearest tribe is more than two weeks march away. It's almost harvest season!"
"Shut up, Magg, you've always preferred to play gardener than fight, just like the Verdant Hands!"
"Don't you compare me to those elf lovers, unless you're prepared to back up your words, Kurok!"
"SILENCE!"
At Chieftain Marogg's request, every orc in the longhouse immediately stopped talking and sat down. Karogg was grateful. This was the first moment of silence in more than an hour. He did not care for these political games that just devolved into name calling and threats. He had always been more of an orc of action. He suddenly realize his brother had been talking and snapped out of his reverie.
"...furthermore, we cannot simply leave the village when harvest season is so close. Karogg, you've been very quiet. What are your thoughts?"
Karogg swelled with pride internally. His brother often asked his advice, after all, he was only a few seasons older, but it was rare that he did it in front of the other villagers. Karogg stood and looked at all of the elders gathered. The list included Chieftain Marogg, Murg the village priest, Magg the head of the fields, Kurok the Slayer, who had killed a dire bear with nothing but his claw, and many others. He scowled to show his fangs before speaking, a gesture of his dominance to the other orcs.
"I think it is rather simple. We don't know what caused this rift or what is on the other side of it. I think we should send a group in to scout it out before making any other rash decisions."
Karogg retook his seat and took the thoughtful murmurs of the other elders as a sign that his plan was a good one. Marogg stood and just as Karogg had done, displayed his fangs before speaking.
"Your plan is good, brother. We will send a small team of our best warriors into the rift. Karogg, you will lead this group and you will decide who goes with you."