You are Mor Nargol, an intimidating-looking, but ultimately affable, Orc who calls the Anry Woods, in the frontier of the Kingdom of Ventmar, your home. You live alone, having forsaken your clan in the face of their militant and warmongering ways; it is a strange reality, to many, but you are a staunch pacifist. In some regard, you cannot blame your brothers and sisters for the conflict that characterizes their lives—Men covet war with Orcs as much as Orcs seek it with Men—but it is a cycle to which you do not wish to contribute. Your kinsfolk made little protest when you left them to find solitude and meditation in this serene forest.

Your genial disposition, however, is not reciprocated by the travelers who encounter with you. Frankly, you terrify people, and interactions with them see them either flee immediately, or attempt to attack you, before realizing the futility of that, and then fleeing. It disappoints you, immeasurably, but you suppose you can't do anything about it... As cynical of a realization it is, to dawn on one, you have come to understand that the conscious world, itself, may be corrupted; that all which is able to think—and feel—finds itself steered, impulsively, to think only of harm, and feel only enmity. True goodwill may never flourish, in this life; if that is the case, then you can assume only that it is a force that transcends it. It is that transcendence for which you yearn.

Regardless, one morning, while treading down a forest road and relishing in the scenery, you encounter a beautiful elven girl. She also takes note of you, shrieking, immediately, upon your sight. "Ahh! Orc! Orc! Orc!" She immediately reaches for the staff on her back, weilding it, klutzily, in her hands. "G-Get away from me, you meatheaded monster!" Ouch. Hurtful words. But, you've heard worse. You don't want any trouble with this perturbed traveler, so you gently raise your hands, in a pacifying gesture, and begin to back away. "Y-Yeah! Back off! D-Don't make me use thi- Ah!" Before she can finish her threat, she fumbles with the staff. Slipping from her hands, it shoots a strange beam of pink energy towards you, knocking you to the ground.