In the icy annals of Unknown legend, the Ghuurog Greentide is remembered as a force of unparalleled savagery, an unrelenting tide of Winter Orc and their towering Troll slaves. Rising from the brutal culture of Ghuurog Village, the Greentide was more than just an army; it was a living force of destruction, feared as much for its sheer ferocity as for the blood-soaked legends that accompanied it.
Gimme Da Gutz'
The Greentide was led by a Warchief (aka Da Gutz' by orcs), a title not inherited but earned through blood and bone. In the brutal society of the Winter Orcs, only the largest, strongest, and most savage warrior could ascend to this position. To prove their worth, the Warchief candidate had to consume the flesh of the most fallen enemies, a grotesque rite that symbolized their dominance and strength.
Once chosen, the Warchief wielded absolute authority over the Greentide, directing the orcish horde in campaigns of carnage that would leave the frozen tundras awash in blood. The Warchief’s might was not only physical but also symbolic, embodying the primal hunger and unyielding spirit of the Winter Orcs.
The Ghuurog Greentide
The Greentide was a terrifyingly diverse force, unified under the Warchief’s iron will:
- The core of the horde, savage winter orc warriors charged into battle wielding jagged ice-forged weapons and clad in bone-and-hide armor. They thrived on the carnage, their war cries echoing across the tundras.
- Hulking brutes enslaved by the Winter Orcs, Trolls were unleashed like living siege engines, tearing through fortifications and smashing enemy lines with brute force.
- Dire winter wolves bred by the orcs to serve as war mounts and hunting companions, their presence further added to the Greentide’s ferocity.
The Greentide was named for its relentless waves of assault, akin to the crashing tides of a frozen ocean. With their overwhelming numbers and feral savagery, they devoured anything in their path, leaving nothing but ruin in their wake.
Nightmare of Norska
For decades, the Greentide was the bane of Norska’s frozen tundras. Entire Norskan villages were razed, their inhabitants butchered and consumed in the Winter Orcs’ grotesque feasts. Even the most hardened Norskan tribes whispered tales of the Greentide in hushed tones, fearing its inevitable arrival.
The Greentide's relentless expansion reached its zenith during the fourth age, with the orcs nearly overrunning the Tribe of Valhrafnar. Their name became synonymous with annihilation, their war drums echoing like harbingers of death across the icy plains.
Guttin' of The Greentide
The Battle of the Ghuurog Greentide marked the end of the Winter Orcs’ dominance. When Varaghast Ghuul, the Warrior-King of the Tribes of Khaos, rose to unite Norska under his brutal vision, he saw the Winter Orcs as a threat to his rule. Determined to eliminate them, Varaghast led a campaign of extermination against the Greentide.
In a climactic battle, the Tribes of Khaos clashed with the Winter Orcs in a savage and blood-soaked conflict. The Greentide, despite their ferocity, was no match for the unified might of the Norskan tribes under Varaghast’s command. The Warchief of Ghuurog fell in single combat against Varaghast, his skull added to the Warrior-King’s infamous collection. The orcish horde was butchered to the last, their blood staining the tundras red.
Remnants of Gutz n' Gore
Though the Ghuurog Greentide was shattered, remnants of its savagery linger in the frozen wastes of Norska:
- Small, fragmented groups of Winter Orcs continue to roam the tundras, their numbers dwindling as they are hunted by Norskans, Rhemorhaz, and other predators.
- The haunting war cries of the Greentide are said to echo across the tundras on stormy nights, a chilling reminder of their once-unstoppable power.
- Weapons and armor of the fallen orcs are treasured trophies among the Norskans, symbols of their victory over the savage horde.
The Ghuurog Greentide remains a cautionary tale in the frozen north—a legend of unbridled savagery and the consequences of unchecked hunger for dominance. Though they are gone, their ferocity and bloodlust are etched into the annals of Norskan history, a grim reminder of the brutal reality of life in the frozen tundras.