We stand alone brothers, surrounded by an enemy who wishes nothing more then to take our home, our land, and stamp us from existence. We offer a new choice to the disorganization and infighting that has plagued our great races.

"Since they are helpless to stop our raiding parties, imagine how our sickly neighbors would fare against a united army of the Mahirim and Ork. The day will come when such an army sweeps all before it, clearing the way for our rightful mastery."
- Ylmon the Wise, Elder of Red Moon

I ask not for fealty, but an oath from pack and tribe alike. A pledge from those who believe our united Orc Mahrim alliance matters, to prove their belief in something larger then themselves above all else, and join us in our battle against the Evil races of Agon. Separate we are weak and divided; Only as a united front, together as pack and tribe, will the nations of Agon tremble before our might. We aim not to be a thorn in the side of our enemies, rather the spike that drives them from our land, and deep back into their own.

"In the olden days, it was every ork to himself and the will of the strongest always previle… prelaive… decided. To bring back those happy days, when death was everywhere, we must slay the dragon and chop off the Big Head!"
- Angrar Stabface, Guild of Thugs member.

Raise my brothers in arms, stand up and be counted as the strong amongst the weak.