In the year 524 RKC, following Torrica's destruction, an Orc Warhost led by Grokka, son of Gruumak, threatened Anfyn. Aided by adventurers and Destro Fortica's Wyvern host, the goblins of Lady Elaine defeated the orcs, with Grokka slain and hope restored amidst the ruins of war.

Year 524, shortly after the destruction of Torrica

As chill winds swept across the shattered remnants of Torrica, a profound silence settled, broken only by whispers of dread echoing throughout Kildar. In its wake, all of Orc-Kind felt the pulsing within their bones—an ancient rhythm, a harbinger of carnage not felt for 42 years. For the drums of war were beating again in the south...

A group of adventurers from distant corners of the realm converged upon the southlands, drawn by a quest from the Messenger Guild. Their mission: to dispense justice upon the perpetrators of a heinous crime—the slaying of the High Justiciar Corbrin Wardenbrook, leader of the Messenger Guild. Yet, their quarry proved elusive, for their pursuit led them to the heart of an encroaching orc horde. Here they discovered the identity of their targets: three orc brothers and their father; The Great Orc Warchief Grokka son of Gruumak. One orc brother was slain, one captured, but the others remained elusive.

In the sanctuary valley of Anfyn, amidst the babbling river guarded by the Unknown Mountains, the goblin tribes of Lady Elaine faced an existential threat—an Orc Warhost bent on conquest. With the capital's demise casting a pall over the land, their call for aid reverberated through the rugged terrain, a plea for salvation in the face of impending doom. Yet only three brave adventurers managed to slip past the hordes outside the gate to lend their aid.

Interrogating a the captured orc shaman yielded only cryptic warnings, ominous proclamations of Hadar and an impending cataclysm, a tide of blood that threatens to engulf all of Kildar in its wake.

As the battle host descended upon the sacred gates of Elaine, the goblins stood resolute, bolstered by their allies. The tension palpable, as fate hung precariously in the balance. In the crucible of conflict, as the very earth trembled beneath the onslaught, hope dimmed like a dying ember. The battle host broke through the Holy Gates, demise seemed inevitable. Yet, amidst the chaos, a beacon of salvation emerged—the thunderous sound of wings heralding the arrival of Destro Fortica and valiant adventurers, descending upon the battlefield with a Wyvern host, blotting out the sun.

In the flames of battle, where fate hung by a thread and heroes were forged on the anvil of adversity, the mighty Grokka met his match. Against overwhelming odds, amidst the fury of the tempest and the clash of steel, victory was wrested from the jaws of defeat. Grokka was slain, an army vanquished, the valley was saved, and amidst the ashes of strife, hope blossomes anew.