Visiting Sanctuary

The sacred tribe. The tribe connected with God.

That was their name and their purpose for existence. They were blessed. For they had piously followed Safur's suggestions. The god asked for sacrifices in exchange for peace and they obliged. They could feast for a long time thanks to God's care.

Old Lagakha, as Gurln would call her, was admiring a mural. It depicted the story of Safur, the youngest of the orc ancestors, and how he was betrayed by the others. They had abandoned him and taken some of the knowledge they together compiled.

"Oh, great Safur, we will definitely avenge this injustice" The old orc woman piously swore.

Duma had squealed. He had told the lady of the situation back on his settlement. He told a glorious story of a migrating orc who fled to search for valiant warriors to join him in a cause. That was also how he ended up in their sacred tribe's settlement.