In the beginning the Allfather, the God that is a single truth gave life to the multiverse, looked upon his children both Lastryx, guardians of the void who in large would become corrupted, and the Gods and Goddesses. To each of the Deities they were given two domains to rule over; Paradise - eternal bliss, and Judgement and Punishment - a plane of eternal suffering. However, it was the whim of many Deities to give certain things to their offspring races; their sacred charges, the mortals they'd watch over.
Perhaps the beginning of the first God War could be found in perhaps one of the most tragic of histories for the Gods and Goddesses; the story of Uhgsmish Garg'gath. The story of the God of the Orcs is indeed tragic for now only, unlike his kindred, could he not take a beautiful aspect, he was born less intelligent and less beautiful than his brothers and sisters. In fact, with his deep almost poisonous green skin, massive 100 foot tall size and at least five metric tons of solid muscle that looked like fat. The body of this creature sported black corruptive varicose veins in its side, pectorals, that surged, the creature was mocked for its ugliness by his kindred. It's eyes however were a magnificent color of iceburgs, his teeth as white as marble and sharp enough to bite through star metal. The Orc God was a creature whose second weapon was the simple club, notched with thousands of notches, a symbol supposedly of lives used to enchant the club, it was literally cut from one of the very branches of the Tree of Life itself. It could shatter the magickal productions and armor, and shatter the skull of the Gods themselves. Yet, Uhgsmish Garg'gath found himself missing something. In his Ellendarian sister, she had the innate knowledge of Magick and beautiful, graceful movements from beauty to weaponry. The Dwarven Sister had the innate knowledge of the Blacksmith, who was far superior; her crafts beautiful weapons and armor fused with runic magick. The Orc God's attempts to craft resulted in scattered items forced together with magick and were as ugly as their creator; however they were also just as effective.
One day as the Dwarven God's son finished crafting what was known as the firth Sacred Rune Forge, the Forge that the High Priests and only most intelligent and inventive of Dwarven Smiths was praised by all of the Pantheon, Garg'gath finally embraced his inner rage. Fueled by anger, he made the trek across the Void, sticking to its mountains until one day he came across a Void Drake. In his hate and rage, he sliced the wings of the beast off and, using rocks and the ethereal magick imbued in his blood and club, used the spikes and sharpened fangs flat stuck from the tip, with the pommel rewrapped in the Void Drake's scales, rock and magick crafted the first Wyvern. The beast acted as his loyal companion, it carried him through the massive tunnels of the Void until finally they reached the cradle of Creation, where the AllFather had gone to rest. After fighting his brother, a lustry Guardian gifted with Fate of the Gods, to which not even the Fate God had; Sagrisantir. The two engaged in ritual combat for two days, and when it was over, despite the cruelty and viciousness, to which the God of Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins finally earned the right to speak to his Father.
When he approached the ancient beach that was the cradle of the Allfather, Garg'gath asked, "Father, I not smart like pointed ear Ellendarian, or savvy like short ugly Dwarf. I was ugly from create, I was made with only hate and beast strength." Tears fell from the massive ugly God's eyes.
In response, the water itself suddenly roiled and rippled into the form of a featureless God. The tall and steady figure made of always shifting water approached the crying God. The Chaos God spoke, and when it did, darkness was poured forth in dominance.
"You were chosen to be ugly and hateful. You were chosen because you don't create beautiful arts or crafts. You create tools of survival. You are the soul of the Beast and the God of Nature's Wrath."
The Allfather receded. When he left, Garg'gath used his Wyvern, renaming it Migast, to the plane of the Gods. Greeted by his sister's son, the Orc God let loose his ferocious rage. In a massive blow he rendered the Dwarven's Godling unconscious and then, as the ultimate sign of disgrace, shaved the Dwarven God's beard and sealed his fate with the Slayer of Society; the mark of the Dwarven Exile, in crude yet understandable fashion. When in this purpose the Orc God defiled the sanctity of the Dwarves sacred forge, his eyes changed to a set of fiery coals and his fangs grew larger and sharper. From that day forward, Garg'gath changed his name to Bloodfang Grumnsash; and the Dwarves swore eternal hatred against the Orc kind.
Perhaps the beginning of the first God War could be found in perhaps one of the most tragic of histories for the Gods and Goddesses; the story of Uhgsmish Garg'gath. The story of the God of the Orcs is indeed tragic for now only, unlike his kindred, could he not take a beautiful aspect, he was born less intelligent and less beautiful than his brothers and sisters. In fact, with his deep almost poisonous green skin, massive 100 foot tall size and at least five metric tons of solid muscle that looked like fat. The body of this creature sported black corruptive varicose veins in its side, pectorals, that surged, the creature was mocked for its ugliness by his kindred. It's eyes however were a magnificent color of iceburgs, his teeth as white as marble and sharp enough to bite through star metal. The Orc God was a creature whose second weapon was the simple club, notched with thousands of notches, a symbol supposedly of lives used to enchant the club, it was literally cut from one of the very branches of the Tree of Life itself. It could shatter the magickal productions and armor, and shatter the skull of the Gods themselves. Yet, Uhgsmish Garg'gath found himself missing something. In his Ellendarian sister, she had the innate knowledge of Magick and beautiful, graceful movements from beauty to weaponry. The Dwarven Sister had the innate knowledge of the Blacksmith, who was far superior; her crafts beautiful weapons and armor fused with runic magick. The Orc God's attempts to craft resulted in scattered items forced together with magick and were as ugly as their creator; however they were also just as effective.
One day as the Dwarven God's son finished crafting what was known as the firth Sacred Rune Forge, the Forge that the High Priests and only most intelligent and inventive of Dwarven Smiths was praised by all of the Pantheon, Garg'gath finally embraced his inner rage. Fueled by anger, he made the trek across the Void, sticking to its mountains until one day he came across a Void Drake. In his hate and rage, he sliced the wings of the beast off and, using rocks and the ethereal magick imbued in his blood and club, used the spikes and sharpened fangs flat stuck from the tip, with the pommel rewrapped in the Void Drake's scales, rock and magick crafted the first Wyvern. The beast acted as his loyal companion, it carried him through the massive tunnels of the Void until finally they reached the cradle of Creation, where the AllFather had gone to rest. After fighting his brother, a lustry Guardian gifted with Fate of the Gods, to which not even the Fate God had; Sagrisantir. The two engaged in ritual combat for two days, and when it was over, despite the cruelty and viciousness, to which the God of Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins finally earned the right to speak to his Father.
When he approached the ancient beach that was the cradle of the Allfather, Garg'gath asked, "Father, I not smart like pointed ear Ellendarian, or savvy like short ugly Dwarf. I was ugly from create, I was made with only hate and beast strength." Tears fell from the massive ugly God's eyes.
In response, the water itself suddenly roiled and rippled into the form of a featureless God. The tall and steady figure made of always shifting water approached the crying God. The Chaos God spoke, and when it did, darkness was poured forth in dominance.
"You were chosen to be ugly and hateful. You were chosen because you don't create beautiful arts or crafts. You create tools of survival. You are the soul of the Beast and the God of Nature's Wrath."
The Allfather receded. When he left, Garg'gath used his Wyvern, renaming it Migast, to the plane of the Gods. Greeted by his sister's son, the Orc God let loose his ferocious rage. In a massive blow he rendered the Dwarven's Godling unconscious and then, as the ultimate sign of disgrace, shaved the Dwarven God's beard and sealed his fate with the Slayer of Society; the mark of the Dwarven Exile, in crude yet understandable fashion. When in this purpose the Orc God defiled the sanctity of the Dwarves sacred forge, his eyes changed to a set of fiery coals and his fangs grew larger and sharper. From that day forward, Garg'gath changed his name to Bloodfang Grumnsash; and the Dwarves swore eternal hatred against the Orc kind.