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It’s said that it was just over an eon ago that the world of man hung on the edge of extinction. The karl, a powerful contingent of Orcs from a world long since forgotten, had come to this world in a plan of confiscation and elimination. Their leader was an Orc named Gal’oth, and for centuries the mere mention of his name struck fear into the hearts of all that heard it. Gal’oth was and Orc from the old world, before the time when men had made peace with the other races, and Gal’oth resented this treaty above all else. Felling superior to the likes of men, Gal’oth led his armies to the cities of men in an attempt at all out extermination. Gal’oth led the attacks, and close behind him his men followed, tall in stature and fierce in appearance, and decimated the surrounding lands. It was not until the four major cities of man, in a last ditch effort to preserve our history, banned together and in one final battle, defeated the Karl. However, Gal’oth and his forces were too powerful to be killed entirely, and as a result their remaining spirits were sealed away in a blank canvas. Since then, this canvas has hung in the walls of some of the greatest kings in the realm, meant to commemorate the great victory of men; however, with time comes arrogance, and few still believe in the origin of the cloth and fewer still believe in its potential power. It is in the city of Tranct, the place where the canvas currently resides, that our adventures currently find themselves.

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