Orcs of the Red Blade

In the Meadhall of the Redblades, the Saga of the Clan's history was sung to pass the dark winter nights. The words of the tale were well known to all, but the orcs never tired of hearing the deeds of their famous ancestors.

Picture now the scene, as the snow falls outside in the darkness and the warriors of the Clan rest on benches round the great fire, their bellies filled with fresh meat and ale. One old orc stands and addresses the gathered throng ...


Part 1 -  The Rise of the Redblade

Harken all and hear the tale
Of the founding of our Clan,
Foremost and fiercest of the Orcs of the forests.
Many are the heroes who walked the world in those days,
And Father Githya was greatest amongst them.

Stone-hearted, steel-handed, red-bladed,
In southern, green grasslands was he sired.
Got in a time of war, mail clad with bright shield and keen sword
He strode the field of battle and reddened his blade with
The felling of each foe.

His deeds won the willing allegiance of his warriors
Until full five thousand flocked under his banner.
The Chieftains of the plains paid him tribute;
Arms and gold and girdles of iron,
Shields and spears and steel-banded helms.

Yet the hearts of the Chieftains were filled with fear.
Redblade they named him, Warcrow and Widowmaker.
Fierce chieftain who's warband froze the hearts of friend and foe.
His fame grown too great, they drove him from their lands.
Tribute turned to treachery and to exile.

Far to the frozen north, to the darkling forests he was forced.
Githya and his warband, full five thousand strong
Found new lands where they would would father famous off-spring.
Clan Redblade they were named,
And songs would be sung of the sons these mighty Orcs sired.

~ Azubal the Lost

Huzzah! Finally a piece of old Red Blade lore again! Always nice to see these sort of things flying around here. ;) Looking very nice!

This makes a red blade heart swell with pride.

You just gone and gave me the goosebumps