The Creation of the Fire Orcs

In the beginning, the universe ran with blood. Gods slew demons, demons slew gods, blood mixed with chaos and gave birth in turn to gods and demons, who slew each other without end. But the bloodshed had no purpose. It was wasted, its spirit fled into the void, corrupted by chaos. The blood cried out to be made pure. Yet no gods listened to the cry of the blood but one, He of the Bloody Hands, the god of War, who was steeped in the song of blood. And he said, "The primal law of the universe is that blood must not be dishonored." But no gods would listen, because they cared not for the honor of blood, except for the Eternal Twins, Yultan and Mordak, the Builder Gods, who heard the rightness of his words.

And they determined to create the earth, to catch the blood of the gods and hold it pure. In preparation for their task they slew a thousand thousand demons, and rendered their flesh, separating fat and sinew, bone and marrow. They forged the earth from the bones of demons heated in the fires of chaos and beaten into place with the Hammer of Worlds. They layered demon fat and marrow to form the layers of the earth, and placed their teeth to form its mountains. The largest fangs they placed in a ring to shelter their chosen race and rend the flesh of lesser races. The eyes of demons they scattered throughout the earth for their peoples to find and admire. But the demon hearts they piled in a secret place of great power.

And the Twins looked upon their work and found it to be good. It was a place without mercy or softness, without greenery or seas--a fitting testing ground for the blood of the gods. And the Three descended to the earth and opened their veins, joining their holy blood. Where their blood struck the earth the race of the Fire Orcs sprang forth, the living spirit of their blood. And their people rejoiced in their life and slew each other in a great slaughter.

But the Three saw again that the slaughter was without purpose, much as it gladdened their hearts. So they invited the other gods to open their veins upon the world and bring forth other races, to contend with the Fire Orcs for the mastery of the earth. Some among the gods spilled their blood bravely, and brought forth worthy races. But others were weak, and cried shamefully at the pain. Their tears fell upon the earth and caused great corruption. They despoiled the Cauldron of the Children of the Three, rotting the clean earth and bringing forth the mold of vegetation. And there were those gods who wept so fiercely that their tears covered parts of the earth forever. The weak god, Stelos, cried so copiously and fled about the earth in his pain that he scattered his blood and tears over the face of the earth, so that no thing of strength was created in any one place, but that many weak races and shallow seas fell upon the face of the earth, to be ever scorned by the righteous. And, in so doing, he laid the seed for much trouble that was to follow, for his tears fell even into the Cauldron of the Three, the land prepared for their chosen people. His tears despoiled the fiery purity of the land, bringing forth grasses and the corruption of vegetation across it. For this, he was cursed by the Three and his races hunted across the land.

The Twins, seeing the corruption of the land, determined to give a gift to their people that they might cleave to the path of purity. As a sign to their people, they opened again their veins, but this time they brought forth the black blood of their bowels, the seat of courage. And this blood pooled and sank into the earth.

Yultan said to his people, "By this blood you shall remember us. It is black like the gift of death given by your father Mordak, but it burns with a fire that cannot be quenched, as does your spirit by my gift. The deposits of our blood shall be holy sites to you. Your priests shall call the blood from the ground and purify it, and you shall annoint yourselves for battle that you may stink of death and burn with fire and bring the blessings of your fathers upon you. By this blood, fire shall not harm you, neither shall you fear death, but you shall scourge other peoples from these holy places."

Fury, Hound of Slaughter, seeing the gifts granted by the Twins, raised up a mountain redoubt for his people, that they might gaze across the Cauldron and fall upon the peoples of jealous gods who would attempt to steal the Blood of the Twins. It was 600 crabits high, and veined with gold and silver and all the beauty that lies within the earth. But the softness of corruption entered his peoples hearts, carried on the wet winds from the Tears of Stelos that had fallen in the Cauldron. They dwelled within the towers of the redoubt, living in indolence amongst the beauty of the earth, and many among them refused to venture forth to bring holy war unto their enemies. They turned from their fathers to other softer gods, saying, "We now live in the heavens like the gods themselves." In their folly, they turned from the enfolding warmth of the earth to worship the sun, an idol of fire they thought even greater than the fire of Yultan.

Now, the Three were greatly wroth, and they gave a sign to their people by placing a moon in the heavens that banished the sun for half of each day, but the people did not turn from their indolent ways. Thereupon, Mordak grew even more exceedingly wroth, and laid his curse upon the fortress, that all who lived within it, or entered unto it would be gathered to him. His curse sank into the redoubt like a vengeful fog, and all who it touched died without sign. Thousands of souls did Mordak gather, and for them he reserved a special place in the underworld. And the remaining Orcs, seeing that all who entered the fortress died without sign, named it Mordak's Tomb. They repented of their false worship and returned to the desert, to live according to the laws of the Three. Mordak inscribed these laws on the face of the fortress in 20 crabit glowing letters, that none might forget them. And the the laws of the Three are:

1. Thou shalt let no Fire Orcs die of old age.
2. Thou shalt keep the holy naptha sites of thy gods.
3. Thou shalt slaughter thine enemies with gusto.
Then Yultan raised up a second redoubt, but one that was harsh and forbidding and made of solid rock. And he said, "This fortress shall be a reminder to you of your apostasy, and the pain of keeping to the true ways. As you now burrow beneath the soils of the desert, you shall gnaw rooms from the living rock and scratch out corridors with your naked claws. No implement shall be used on this, my holy site. While you keep to these ways, you will never be defeated in battle, and when my temple is complete, you will cover the earth." And the people named the fortress Yultan's Promise.

Then Mordak made a prophecy to his people, that they would know the signs of the last days of the earth, and that they, above all other races, were his tools in the fated destruction of the earth.