Lythronax - Hero of the Crownbreaker Mountains

The heroes of the Orcish people are rarely beloved by the other races of Midgard. Many of the mythic heroes had come be treated as gods by the Orcish people; they make up the Orcish Pantheon led by Gruumsh. Other such members of this pantheon include Bahgtru, Ilneval, Luthic, Shargaas, and Yurtus. These ancient Orc heroes are popular tales told by the Orcish bards of Urizen, yet many who travel to those northern lands grow uneasy at the praises of deities considered evil. There are many non-godly heroes in the history of the Orcish race, from the Mythic Age through the end of the Dawn Age, yet few are known in recent days (of the now Common Age). Few share the love the Orcs have for their cultural heroes. Half-Orcs and Orcs of more civilized nations will often cite Canaan, the Mut-Gruum (a title meaning Half-Lord). Canaan is the oldest known Half-Orc in Midgard’s history, and he is well known for leading the armies of men against the Orcs which had scorched half the continent (probably an exaggeration on the scale of the burning). Few Orc Chiefs (called Gruums) hold Canaan to high regard, calling him ‘Funda-Kurv’ (Roughly translating to: Son of the Whore). Canaan is also not held to high regard in the kingdoms of men (despite the notion that without him these kingdoms would’ve likely never existed), often times humans will either forget him or view him in disgust, thus you don’t find his likeness anywhere outside the border of Urizen. But there is one Orc, from a time not long ago, who is adored by men, dwarves, and goliaths alike, and is beloved by every Orc of the Kingdom of Urizen. This was the War-Maiden, Lythronax, often called ‘Gore-Mabrotnosh’ (The Gore Queen).

Lythronax is thought to have been born in the year 588 of the Common Age, though no exact date is known, even though it is relatively recent history. Lythronax was well-known for keeping her exact age a secret, often telling those who asked that, “It is impolite to ask a woman her age.” She grew up an orphan in a village in the northern part of the Orcish Territories, never knowing either her mother or father. The village was called Dhaub and it was just about six kilometers from the coast of the Tyrian Sea. Lythronax was “raised” by the blacksmith who only ever referred to her as ‘Snaga,’ which means slave. The blacksmith taught her how to forge steel and how to tan leather. She was very good at it even from a young age. But her main goal as a young girl was to learn to read. All she had from her father was a letter and an old memory, but she was illiterate. Only the village chieftain (the Gruum of Dhaub, often called Gruumdhaub) knew how to read, but she didn’t wish the chief to see the letter.

When she approached the blacksmith and asked if she could speak with Gruumdhaub, the smith laughed and told her that he would crush her if she got to close; a gruum would never lower themselves to speak with a snaga. She left anyway. She entered the chief’s hut and saw him and his two wives along with three guards. One guard whispered to the chief and the chief motioned to his second guard and the guard struck the child with a mighty blow to the head with his pole-arm. Lythronax fell, not even getting a word out. Seeing the child fall out of view, the chief presumed that the child was dead. Lythronax rose up with her head gashed open – even as children Orcs can take a beating – and a scar across her face would not stop her. She returned to the blacksmith, who patched her up. The smith chucked and told her, “I warned you.” The next day, Lythronax started to forge a helmet.

When it was done in the week to follow, she put it on and once again entered Gruumdhaub’s hut. The first guard whispered once again to the chief and the chief motioned to the second guard and he struck her in the head with his pole-arm, but this time the blade bounced off the steel of the helm. In surprise, the second guard looked to the third and nodded. The Third guard proceeded to kick the child out of the hut. Lythronax fell to the ground, once again defeated. She returned to the smithy and the Blacksmith told her, “Try again.” Lythronax looked up in surprise to only see darkness. The Smith lifted the helm off the child’s head, and Lythronax could see pride in the smith’s eyes.

The next week came around and Lythronax, with help from the smith, forged a small iron shield. Lythronax put on the shield and the helm and headed to Gruumdhaub’s hut. The First Guard once again whispered to the Gruum. The Gruum motioned to the guards. The second struck the child with his pole-arm, but once again the helm protected the child. The third guard kicked the child, but Lythronax swiped his foot away with her shield. The Gruum stood up and held his hand out. Lythronax was struck with a gust of wind and went flying out of the entryway of the hut. She was once again laying on the ground in defeat. She slogged back to the Blacksmith. The Smith was upset, not with her, but with the constant abuse the child had received. Lythronax decided on a new tactic.

After a week of work, she forged a steel javelin and left behind the helm and the shield. She rushed to the hut of Gruumdhaub, leaping through the doorway she saw the first guard leaning downward. She threw the javelin and struck the guard before he could speak. The guard howled in pain, clutching the weapon which was now lodged in his shoulder. He collapsed in pain, bleeding on the floor. The Gruum simply looked at the small child and began to clap his hands. The Gruum asked the girl, “What do you wish, child”. Lythronax stepped forward and asked Gruumdhaub to teach her to read and write. The Gruum looked surprised, most Orcs in this day didn’t value literacy, granted the Gruum was a spell-caster which isn’t generally valued either. The Gruumdhaub agreed and every day for the next dozen years Lythronax would come to the hut and he and his wives would teach the child how to read and write in both Orcish and Common. Every night Lythronax would return to the Blacksmith and continue to learn the forge and the various weapons of war. By the time she reached adulthood she was easily a match for any Orc in Dhaub. She now could read her father’s letter, which turned out to reveal that he was on a quest to find several lost artifacts which he hoped would unite all of Orc-Kind; he wanted to come back as soon as he could to be with his child. Lythronax knew he was probably dead.

It was rare that anyone would come to Dhaub, but there came such a time that many not ever seen by Lythronax would enter the village. The Orcs of these territories had no king; they were a loose coalition of tribes who would often come in bloody conflict with one another. But there was a clear ruler here in the north. Orcs in these days like in the days of old were allied with the Cobolorumi, or Goblin-Folk. The Goblin-Folk included several races such as Goblins, Bugbears, Barghests, Hobgoblins, Grimlocks, and Ogres. These species rarely got along with Orcs but they had an alliance of old, do to their shared hatred of humans. The Ogres were considered kings in their days, though not intelligent they were powerful and forced themselves to power with an iron fist. There came a convoy to the little village of Dhaub, mostly consisting of Goblin and Hobgoblin guards many of whom were on horse-back. The grandest carriage was pulled by two oxen and was lavish even for the standards of men. Inside was the Ogre-Lord Garog, a fat one, even for an Ogre. Garog was sort of like a census-taker for the Ogre King Orpheus and he was making his rounds to all of the northern Orc tribes. When he came to Dhaub he came to Gruumdhaub and remained with him for his month long stay. Gruumdhaub was forced to bestow gifts upon Garog, including one of his two wives. A sight that was sickening to all of the Orcs of Dhaub. Garog also demanded a sword to be forged for him. Gruumdhaub went right to Lythronax who began to work on her biggest project. In the night some of the Goblins tried to rob the Smith, but they were none too quiet about it. Lythronax rose from slumber and wielding a one-handed Warhammer she struck one of the Goblins in the head killing it in a single blow. The other Goblins dropped and fled. Not knowing what to do with the body, Lythronax shoved it into the furnace. She managed to get it half way in when one of the Goblins returned with a Hobgoblin guardsman in tow. Lythronax froze at the sight. The Hobgoblin eyed her and then the furnace and the smaller creature’s body. The Hobgoblin then just burst into laughter. The Goblin looked upward at the guard in a state of shock and in frustration he once again left. The Hobgoblin approach Lythronax and helped her pull the body from the fire and carry it out of town with several pieces of firewood. They sat outside the village and gave the small thief a fiery funeral. The Hobgoblin revealed his name was Puck, and that he was born on the outskirts of the dwarven city of Hammerfast, he came to work for the Ogres after the Dwarves hunted and killed most of the Hobgoblins of the surrounding hill-country. Lythronax and Puck became good friends and for the next two weeks they managed to get into trouble several times, do to tricks they were pulling on the other Hobgoblins (left socks were disappearing all over town). Though Lythronax neither confirmed nor denied it many assumed he was her first lover.

On the third week the sword for Garog was finished, Lythronax brought it to Garog who took up the blade. It was a massive great-sword but it looked small in his large hands. Garog swung it around to hear it cut through the air. Gruumdhaub for the first time since Garog’s arrival actually looked pleased, but that wasn’t to last for long. The Ogre wished to test his new steel so he thrust it into the body of his concubine (Gruumdhaub’s second wife). The Orc-Woman collapsed on the floor of the hut dead and Garog held up the blade, dripping with blood. The Ogre licked the blood from the sword and commented, “Blade is good”. There was a moment of dumbfounded silence, before Gruumdhaub’s other wife began to scream in horror. The Ogre chuckled. Gruumdhaub seethed with anger and in a fit of rage struck the Ogre with a spell of thunder. It was a burst and struck down the Hobgoblin guards, Lythronax was also hit knocking her prone. Garog on the other hand was now howling in pain. Garog rose and lobbed the head from the shoulders of the Gruum, then he picked up the Gruum’s other wife and bit her head clean off. Lythronax stared upward as the Ogre was now bearing down on her. Lifting her hammer she blocked the swords descent. Something was surging within her, as she struck the brute with her hammer she could see Garog take electrical damage; her hammer has been blessed with divine power to defeat this foe. With the confidence only bestowed upon those with Gods on their side she killed Garog with a critical blow to his skull.

She left to hut to find the Goblins and Hobgoblins raiding the town and killing all of the Orcs they can find. Lythronax fought her way to the forge, only to find the Blacksmith killed by a pack of Goblins. In her rage she struck them all down with the sound of thunder. She armed herself and ran through the village killing every Goblin and Hobgoblin she could see. She had the look of war in her eyes, as the God of Storms granted her a glare more terrifying than any orc before. She found Puck; he had died defending several younglings who were lucky to be alive. Lythronax killed the Hobgoblins which threatened the children and scooped them up. Rushing out of the village she placed the children in a carriage and took the reins. Heading southward from the blazing town she forced herself not to look back. Lythronax dropped the children off at the next town (Malauth), a much larger town with actual stone roads. Unhitching the horse, she saddled the beast and headed eastward. She now knew what she had to do; she must complete what her father had started. She would find the sword of Gruumsh and the shield of Canaan; she must save her people against their oppressors and themselves.

Lythronax knew from her father’s notes that the Sword of Gruumsh was taken by the Fey-People when the nation of Ankou formed. The shield of Canaan though was in the hands of the people of Nerath. Nerath in these days was massive, owning the land which was to one day become Ben-Abba, Massalia, Illyria, the Nentir Vale, and Rouran. In Lythronax’s own lifetime she would see that empires fall and the formation of these new kingdoms. Lythronax road east into the frozen forests of Ankou, here there could be found tigers, bears, wolves, and other wild beasts. She learned from various human and elven settlements that there is a weapon’s collector in the city of Gobi to the south; it is likely that the sword was there. As she road to the city, she came across a trio of adventurers heading in the same direction, well they were currently camped alongside the road. They were just as surprised to see her as she was to see them. Drawing their weapons upon the Orcs approach, Lythronax leapt from her horse hailing the travelers. She dropped her hammer and bowed to them, trying to demonstrate that she meant them no harm. The three adventures each respond differently. The first was a Dragonborn Cleric, a very long way from his home in Kerif. Lythronax could see the blue symbol of Bahamut upon his plate. He didn’t lower his mace, instead just rested it on his shoulder. The woman was Human and appeared to be an avenger, by her cloak and black symbol of the God Sirius, present on her sword, she relaxed but remained far from the Orc. The one who was the most welcoming was a shock to Lythronax. An Eladrin Sorcerer, who greeted her with a smile, he welcomed her to their camp and gave her a seat by the fire. After some small talk the Dragonborn began to drop his guard but the Human didn’t approach the fire any more than need-be. Lythronax came to learn the Eladrin’s name was Dakul, the Dragonborn was named Morgrom, and the Human was named Erathis (yes she was named after the Goddess). The conversation went from funny stories, to epic tales, and they all spoke into the darkness of the night. The conversation also came to a fact that the Avenger and the Cleric were servants of the same deity. The God that humans call Sirius is called Bahamut by the Dragonborn and Dwarves. Both even have a rook as their symbol. Erathis (Human Erathis), who they just call Rath, scoffed at the idea that she worships a gigantic reptilian beast. But both Lythronax and Dakul explained to her that though there are many Gods, and many Gods will share domains, some of those names apply to the same deities. The Humans and Elves of Ankou worship a God called Lotan, who is called the One-Eyed Defender, such a description is very clearly Gruumsh. The Elves worship a Sun God they call Lathander, who is also a patron of Time and Health, very clearly the same as the God Pelor.

In the morning they traveled together down the road to the City of Gobi. On their way to town they ended up getting jumped by a pack of Shifters, one almost killed Dakul, but Lythronax came to his aid positioning herself between the Shifter and the fallen Eladrin. Lythronax took the force of the attack and in her strength she killed the bandit; that act was seen by Morgrom. When they got to the city of Gobi, the party began on the task that the trio was sent on from the Empire of Nerath. They were here to deliver a package to a man from Xia-Zhou named Di-Long. They worked to find him quickly mostly because the snow was beginning to bite. They found him in a collector’s shop. Lythronax learned that he was the liaison between the Emperor of Xia-Zhou and a nobleman in Nerath. The package turned out to be a part from a large Warforge. As the Eladrin spoke with the liaison, Lythronax was looking around the shop. The Shop-keeper kept a good eye on her, fearing she would go berserk at any moment. But she actually found something she liked, yet she had no money. The item was a massive egg she had never seen before, sitting in a warming bin. She couldn’t think of a bird of that size. The liaison, Di-Long, snuck up behind her and surprised her when he said, “That is not a Dragon’s egg, trust me, I know”. Lythronax turned and looked into his eyes is oddly hued bronze eyes. Never before has an Orc been so terrified in an antique shop. Di-Long smiled and told her that it likely came from the jungles of the deep south-east.

With that done, Lythronax began to search for the weapon’s collector, with some help from Morgrom. Dakul had remained in the shop while Rath kind of disappeared. After several hours of asking around they found the home of the weapon’s man who is named Camron (an odd occurrence as he is the only Dwarf in Gobi). Camron at first didn’t let them in, until he saw Lythronax’s hammer and the divine energy radiating off of it. Inviting them in the Dwarf asked them about their travels and specifically about the hammer. Lythronax recounted the tale of her fight with the Ogre-Lord, and the Dwarf looked in amazement, gasping on how, “Kord has not picked a champion since the Dawn Age”. Gods will sometimes pick, among their followers. An individual who so embodies their spirit that they will get special abilities in the name of that God. Generally the champion is extremely devote and has been serving for so long that they are paragon or epic tier warriors, on rare occasions they will select a saint from the non-combatants or inexperienced. On very rare occasions a God selected a hero which wasn’t even a follower. In this case the Dwarf said, “I will help you, dear champion, in whatever you wish”. Lythronax then revealed her father’s quest for the bronze sword of Gruumsh. The Dwarf’s eyes lit up and he choked on his tea. The dwarf new where it was, and how he had tried to take it on numerous occasions, but it is too well-guarded in those nasty catacombs. The Dwarf rushed for some maps and instruments, and came back laying them out on the table. By this time Morgrom left to find Dakul and Rath. Camron pointed out everything he knew about the layout of the catacombs and the horrors which lay within. According to legend Gruumsh ascended to Godhood in the hills outside Gobi, but his sword fell from his grasp and into the earth below. The weapon was then guarded away from Gruumsh’s followers by the Dwarf God Laduguer and his associates, who are at war with Gruumsh and the rest of the Orc-Gods. Because of this those hills are full of Duergar. Lythronax grabbed some of the maps and headed out. The adventurers returned and Camron told them what he told Lythronax and how the Orc left for the Black Hills. Rath didn’t seem to care, but Morgrom and Dakul out-voted her and they were going to follow Lythronax. Rath didn’t understand why they would risk their necks for an Orc, and the two told her that she did for them.

Lythronax made it to the entrance to the Catacombs, but before she could enter the Eladrin teleported in front of her. He smiled and told her that they were coming with her. Lythronax turned to see Rath and Morgrom coming over the hill. Lythronax told them that they should just return home. And Dakul told her that he wasn’t going to let her die over an old sword. Lythronax explained why she needed the sword, and in a moment of silence, the Eladrin told her that he would help her save her people. They all entered the catacombs and making it past traps and Duergar patrols they made it to the rock in which the sword was trapped in. The rock was made into a throne by the leader of the Duergar. Only he wasn’t a Duergar he was a Tiefling, there do to the long alliance between Laduguer and Asmodeus. The party confronted the Leader and the remaining Duergar and a battle ensued. It wasn’t Lythronax, but Dakul that took out the Tiefling while Lythronax wiped the slate clean of Duergar using a massive electrical surge from the divine power of Kord. Lythronax claimed the sword and a voice echoed from above, “Afar angathfark, Zotan! Lat ang gijak-ishi!” (By the forge of my soul, warrior! You have iron in your blood!). It was the shouts and praises of Gruumsh, as she held the sword she could feel the surge of lighting leave the hammer, enter the sword and mix with the destructive powers of domination. Never before had any hero been a champion for two such opposed deities, but it was for the ultimate salvation of the Orcs. When they got back to Gobi, Dakul got a gift for Lythronax and she had one for him. She had managed to scrape together and buy a magical single-edge sword for him, and he bought her the egg which she had been eying the whole time they were in the shop.

They stayed a week in Gobi, and in that week the inevitable happened. In the middle of the night, Lythronax heard a crash; rising from her bed she found that the egg had been broken. At first she thought she may have hit it in her sleep, until she looked on her floor and found a small, cat-sized animal recently hatched. It resembled a bird, but had a tail and a set of teeth. Picking the small creature from the floor she held it in her arms, it was warm and covered in downy feathers. The next morning she showed it to her companions and Dakul identified it as a Tyrant Behemoth from Jehol, they are similar to Fang-Titan Drakes only are more along the avian line than the draconic line. Lythronax spent the rest of her money on feeding the little behemoth, which she named Vadilfar. When traveling the chick first was carried in Lythronax’s pack, then as he got bigger he was used as a familiar by the party.

The party was now taking the sixteen month walk back to Nerath, specifically the city of Fallcrest, over the mountains and across the steps. Overtime Lythronax was fully accepted by the party; even Rath now was on good terms with the Orc. They all trusted each other as companions and friends. A small thing also was growing between Dakul and Lythronax. After a long time coming they made it to the city of Fallcrest, which was still in its youth at the time. The nobleman who sent the three on their adventure at first, he paid them for their delivery and the party was let go. Vadilfar was already the size of a dog and he continued to grow, eating a quarter his weight every day. Lythronax spent the next three years looking for anything that would point to the location of Canaan’s shield. Vadilfar continued to grow to the size of and ostrich then a horse. Rath soon was concerned over the growth of the predator and how now they were purchasing a sheep a day to feed that thing. While staying in the city of Hammerfast, Dakul disappeared. The next morning Lythronax, Morgrom, and Rath began to search for him, using Vadilfar for his great sense of smell they managed to track him down. Turns out he was captured by a human and handed to a marauding tribe of Hobgoblins, who had wanted him dead for years after he slaughtered a bunch of them six years prior. He was going to be executed had it not been for his friends. They fought the Hobgoblins, but it was Vadilfar who took the most lives. Sadly, Dakul was mortally wounded in the fight and was on his deathbed. Lythronax refused to let him go and he refused to leave her. He managed a deal with the Raven Queen, his body would die, but his soul would remain with them and protect them. Dakul’s soul was placed inside Vadilfar, giving the behemoth an unnaturally long lifespan and incredible intelligence. Lythronax took his sword

After the loss of Dakul, the party grew farther and farther apart from one another. Rath left them to return home in what would eventually become Illyria. Morgrom was saddened by this but he to eventually left to return home in Kerif. Lythronax was alone with Vadilfar (who is also Dakul), she didn’t stop her quest to find Canaan’s Shield. She eventually found that it was somewhere in the Amarran countryside. It took a while but she made it to the land which today is Massalia, she rode on Vadilfar, who was now ten meters long and 3000 kilograms in weight, she certainly got some looks going through Nerath. In the city of Magnus (today it is called Charlemagne) she learned from a historian that the shield was stolen by a clan of Orcs living out in the Pyrotan Mountains. Riding to about a quarter mile from the camp, she dismounted and wandered towards the settlement. She entered the camp, many eyes staring at her, Orcs are rare in the Amarran countryside and this was a foreign one at that. The Chieftain addressed Lythronax asking her why she had come here. Lythronax told him her goal, but the Gruum said that the shield was theirs. Lythronax did point out that they had stolen it. To which the chief replied, “They stole it from us! We are the descendants of Mut-Gruum not they!”. The Orcs surrounded Lythronax and she drew Gruumsh’s blade, at the sight of which half of the Orcs backed off. The other half approached her, but she simply whistled. At the sound, Vadilfar busted through the gates of the Orc settlement, unleashing a defining roar. The rest of the Orcs scattered. The behemoth looked even larger as its feathers had puffed outward. The Orc Chief still approached Lythronax, telling her that, “What our brothers in the east do is not our concern, if you want the shield you’ll have to trade for it”. She gave them her hammer, her shield, and most of her supplies, but she was still short of the value. She begrudgingly gave them the magic sword she had given to Dakul. The Gruum was satisfied and gave her the shield, which sparked with electrical energy.

Then it came to the long slog home, by the time she reached the Orcish territories Vadilfar reach adult size, eleven meters and 5000 kilograms. She came to the Orcish city of Malauth. Entering the city on the back of a neigh-immortal dinosaur was impressive enough, but she also had the shield of Canaan and the sword of Gruumsh. She found the kids she saved back in Dhaub, but they were now young-adults and seeing her return they came to her and offered their services to her. When the Gruum of Malauth (Gruummalauth) heard about this she came from her home to great the warrior the glint of hope in her old tired eyes. The Ogre-Lord of Malauth was a nasty brute named Malog. He came from his station with ten Hobgoblin guards; he roared causing many of the Orcs to return to their homes. Gruummalauth tried to calm him down, but he lifted her up and tossed her to the side. Malog gestured to the guards and they all rushed toward Lythronax. She cut the first two down with the sword and broke the third’s skull with a swing of her shield. A lightning attack leapt from the shield when it made contact with the Hobgoblin’s skull and a bolt shot through and killed the next two guards. The sixth and seventh attacked her but Vadilfar leapt forward, crushing one and devouring the other. The other three Hobgoblins fled. Malog was pissed and he whistled. A large Manticore swooped in from above, knocking Lyhtronax to the ground, Vadilfar snapped at the beast, but he missed and the Beast landed on a rooftop. The behemoth chased after the Manticore and Lythronax charged the Ogre. The battle was fierce but soon there was a dead Manticore and a thunderstruck pile of ash which was once an Ogre. The sight of this led the Orcs to brandish weapons and chase the Goblins and Hobgoblins from the city. When it was said and done, Lythronax was honored by Gruummalauth and Vadilfar had custom armor made for him. Lythronax stayed in Malauth for several months, making plans to rally the orcs and take the fight to the Ogre king Orpheus. She and several Orcs including the young ones she had rescued in Dhaub. Every Orc got a horse mostly to help them keep up with the behemoth.

They went from town to town, village to village, rallying the spirit of rebellion within the Orcs and fighting off the Goblin-Folk. At every town Lythronax got new followers and her army grew to substantial size. All that was left was the home of Orpheus himself: the Iron City of Orsimer. Lythronax’s forces surrounded Orsimer and the battle commenced, the Goblins were killed or chased from the land and the Ogres who did their damnedest to fight back were all killed, including the King Orpheus. There was a mass exodus of Goblin-Folk from those territories and they came to live in the surrounding countryside. Some think this may have contributed to Nerath’s fall. Lythronax became the queen of the Orcs and she named their nation Urizen. Lythronax, now knowing how the nations of the world governed their citizens from her travels set up new laws and rules for the Orcs. The Kingdom of Urizen became dedicated to the glory of the Orcs’ past and the hope for a righteous future under both the Orc gods and the gods of Men and Dwarves. Lythronax felt that the slaughter and the raids were best left in the past and Urizen became a nation of strict law and order; murder, especially on a large scale, was considered a crime beyond. An Orc from Urizen who launched attacks on settlements and caravans was considered less than worthy and weaker than a child. Lythronax also stressed education, which is why the Orcs of Urizen can read and write fluently in several languages. The Soldiers of Urizen also became prized for their ability in combat, and quickly became high ranking members of the military even in human, dwarven, and elven societies.

Not all Orcs were okay with the sudden shift in their culture and a rebel faction came to rise against Lythronax, they were often called ‘The Marauders’. The Marauders gained some ground, but Lythronax and her army eventually drove them from Urizen. But Lythronax herself lead her forces to follow them and protected human and elven settlements from the threat of the Orc attacks. The Humans of fallen Nerath Region called her ‘The Executioner’s Queen’, while the Humans of the new allied nations of Ben-Abba called her ‘The Good Judge’. When it came to justice she had an iron fist, and she believed that it was important to be a part of the bigger picture, to help the helpless ones and to defend them to the end. She even went as far as the mountains of Al-Andalus to track down an old Gruum known for killing and eating dwarves and elves. He probably knew she was coming for him because he got himself a Fang-Titan Drake to defend himself with, but Vadilfar made short work of the Drake. The Gruum was swiftly punished for his crimes.

In the year 742 a rift to the Astral Prison of Jotunheim appeared in the Dwarven nation of Slavgorod. From it Giants, Titans, Azer, Galeb Duhr, and Trolls emerged to attack the Dwarves and claim their kingdom of old, they were led by the Primal Giant brothers (two second generation primordials) Thrym and Surtr. The Giants killed many of the dwarves and those who survived fled into the surrounding country side (thus the nations of Illyria and Dargma formed). Many dwarves poured out into the east into Urizen. Fleeing the onslaught of the giants they came into contact with the Orcs. Lythronax decided that the Giants’ advances must be stopped or else they will claim the entire continent of Neruval. She rallied the surviving Dwarves, the Goliaths of Rouran, the Humans of the Nentir Vale and the Humans of Kvenland with the Orcs of Urizen to launch a counter attack against the Giants and they succeeded under her lead. They not only sent the Giants fleeing back up the Crownbreaker Mountains, they also slew many of them and the Azer who follow. Lyhronax killed many giants, Vadilfar killed many as well, but her proudest accomplishment was taking out two Storm Titans alone. The Primordial brothers were actually quite shocked to find that their plan to conquer the continent failed, stopped by Orcs no less. The War lasted for several decades, but under Lythronax’s led the Orcs, Dwarves, and Goliaths never backed down and eventually the Giants just stopped trying and claimed Slavgorod alone, changing its name to Novgorod.

Lythronax ruled Urizen for another one hundred and twenty nine years after the Giants came. Though she never married she had five children (two full Orcs, three Half-Orcs) who along with the Gruums that were her supporters became land barons and governors. Her eldest child, a Half-Orc named Kao was to be queen after Lythronax’s death and it is Kao’s line which sits on the Throne of Urizen in Orsimer to this day. In the year 871 there was a civil war between the Primordial brothers Thrym and Surtr ending in Thrym’s victory and Surtr’s banishment from Novgorod. Surtr left Novgorod, many of his supporters joining his brother’s side in fear of both of their wrath. Surtr moved southward under the Dawnforge Mountains, leading a pack of Azer in hopes of claiming the Dwarf Kingdom under the mountains. Lythronax led a team of Orcs and Dwarves down Surtr’s tunnel to stop him before he could dig any further. The Azer put up a greater fight than usual, but the party mad it to Surtr’s chamber. The Primordial proved a far greater challenge than any enemy Lythronax had faced before. All of the Dwarves and Orcs were killed leaving Lythronax and Vadilfar. Surtr then killed Vadilfar, tossing the behemoth aside like it was nothing. Alone the loyal champion of Kord and Gruumsh fought the Primordial. The fight was rumored to last for days, as the Dwarf King deep in the Dawnforge could hear the clash go on for what seemed like forever. Eventually Lythronax succeeded in decapitating the Primordial God of Fire, and Surtr’s massive form fell dead on the floor of the caverns. Lythronax was burnt, beaten, and bloody. She hadn’t the strength to move. Everything hurt, but then it didn’t anymore. Lythronax’s soul was claimed by Kord, which slightly ticked off Gruumsh, but even the Orc God felt she should be honored. Kord turned her into a Goddess of War, and to this day Lythronax is praised and worshipped by the Orcs of Urizen. Lythronax is now living on the battlefields of Ysgard in Celestia with Kord, Muamman Duathol, Aerdrie Faenya, Eilistraee, and the souls of Midgards most noble warriors.

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