Faction Announcement A Call to All Orcs and Goblins: A New Era Beckons

Acheron

The Acheron
!Throughout Eden, the flyer is plastered on wooden posts, pinned to trees, and secured on stone walls in every corner of the land. Its bold words and the symbol of the Flame make it unmistakable, standing out in both bustling settlements and quiet, remote paths!



Brothers, Sisters, and Kin of the Flame,

Today, we stand as a people scattered, fractured by the violent ways of those who came before us. Past leadership has often failed us, driven by greed and a hunger for power, sending us to fight battles that served only their own ambitions. It is time we turn away from such paths and forge a new future. It is a moment that demands reflection and, more importantly, action.


I am Haeden. Like many of you, I have watched from the sidelines for too long, hoping that someone else would take the first step. Hoping that someone else would break the cycle of violence and isolation that has defined us for generations. But the time for passivity is over. The time for action has arrived.

To all who have ever felt like they did not belong among their kin, who questioned the old ways but found no voice to speak their doubts, I call upon you. To those who have dared to dream that orcs and goblins can be more than what the world expects of us—more than brute force or cunning tradesmen, more than thieving creatures of the night—that we can be builders, thinkers, and dreamers, I call upon you.

We can be better. We must be better.

Our ancestors wielded their strength and their craft with honor, yet too often it has been twisted into chains that bind us to cycles of vengeance and bloodshed. The Flame, our sacred bond, demands more than brute loyalty. It demands courage—the courage to challenge what is broken, to rebuild what has been shattered, and to dream of what has yet to be.

I call upon every orc and goblin across these lands: come to me. Let us gather not as scattered tribes or fractured clans, but as one people united by a shared vision. Let us forge a new era where we are defined not by the destruction we leave in our wake, but by the greatness we build together.


I do not promise an easy path. To rebuild, we must first tear down the walls within our own hearts and minds. But if you have ever felt the spark of something greater, if you have ever yearned to rise above what the world expects of us, then take the first step. Join me. Together, we will fan this spark into a flame so bright that no force in this world can snuff it out.

I will be waiting at the gates of Zadh-Nadrozz, where the Flame burns eternal. Bring your doubts, your fears, and your dreams. Together, we will rekindle hope and build a future that rises above the failures of the past.

The time for change is now. The time for us to rise has come.

With honor and the Flame as my witness,
Haeden
 
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An Ork is located in an open field, scattered with various flowers of a multitude of colours. This Ork, lined with fine markings of paint and scars, holds the flyer in hand. Leaning forward to gaze upon the mysterious collection of words, she begins to focus heavily on deciphering the flyer, the Ork chuckles

“Har Har. Diz iz gud. Likez it, me do. Zmart Ork”

With that, the Ork stands, brushing her hair away from her gaze and frolics off to support such a 'Zmart Ork'
 
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