Somewhere in the [Cursed Forest]...
"..."
The [Cursed Forest] was never a place of peace, but for the creatures that lived within its dark, blue-green borders, there was a certain order to the chaos.
At the edge of the deeper woods, a tribe of orcs lived in a small, hidden village. These orcs were tall and built like walls of solid muscle, their skin a deep, swampy green that helped them blend into the shadows of the massive trees. Their lower fangs poked out from their mouths, resting against their upper lips, giving them a constant, fierce look. They wore ragged clothes made of monster hides and scraps of cloth, and they carried weapons made of heavy wood and sharpened stone.
For centuries, this tribe had survived by being careful. They were strong, but they knew that there were things in this forest much stronger than them.
However, today... the order of the forest had been shattered.
