The Chronicle of Gromok Hergom

I ink these words for fear that my once proud and mighty

Ogres will forget the events I have seen in my long life. I am known at the time of this inking as Elder Gromok but I was once a soldier of little renown and status in the mighty Rallosian Legions under the command of Warlord

Murdunk. I was not raised to be an Elder of my fellow

Ogres. My training was that of a soldier and I concerned myself only with the arts of warfare. It is with reluctance that I now bear the mantle of

Elder and the cause of that reluctance is the same reason that I ink this tale.

I was stationed at the

Fortress of Krithgor when the ogre magi first opened the portals to the Planes of

Power. Plans were quickly laid and orders sent to our fortresses and troops in all corners of Tunaria. A large invasion force of Ogres,

Giants, Orcs, and Goblins gathered at the newly opened planar portals. At the time I felt disappointed that my orders were to remain at

Fortress Krithgor, that disappointment quickly turned to anger when I learned that the invasion failed, and although Warlord Murdunk survived our losses were great.

Some time passed before news reached the Fortress of Krithgor that a second invasion was being orchestrated. Rumors circled like hungry buzzards over a field of carnage concerning the plans for this second invasion. It was even said that Rallos Zek was to lead the campaign with Warlord

Murdunk and the most renowned champions of the Giants, Orcs, and

Goblins by his side. Once again my orders were to remain at the home front to defend the women, children, and elderly citizens of the Rallosian

Empire.

It was not long after the invasion forces of the

Rallosian Legions once again passed through the portals to the Planes of Power that the home front too became a place of battle, slaughter, and glory. Mortal disciples of deities opposed to The

Warlord, Rallos Zek, attacked the citizens and fortresses of the Rallosian Empire on

Tunaria. Our enemies fought valiantly, and the resulting battles were the most glorious

I was ever to behold. My weapons and armor were

stained with the blood of our foes, and our children and elders kept safe within our impenetrable strongholds.

Messengers passing through the Fortress of Krithgor spoke of the victories of the legion units led by Rallos Zek,

Warlord Murdunk, and the

Generals Tallon and Vallon. It was said that the Rathe

Council, the twelve rulers of the Plane of Earth had been captured and forced to Norrath where they were being executed by Murdunk and his Generals, that mountains burst from the earth where the gods fell and that the dying tears of the fallen gods formed a cold, deep lake between the newly risen mountain peaks.