Where the sky splits and the earth trembles

High atop the storm-scarred heights, the Thundering Plateau shakes with the pulse of Orcish war drums. Each strike echoes like rolling thunder, stirring sparks from the fractured stone as smoke rises to meet the restless sky.

When lightning splits the clouds, the Orcs take it as a summons from their Ancestors. Storm-signs mark the beginning of the hunt—driving the clans into the wilds after thunderbeasts, cliff-born predators, and other monsters shaped by the Plateau’s violent storms.

Those who return carry the storm’s blessing in every scar and scorch mark. Through these perilous hunts, the Orcs keep balance on the Peak and prove their strength to the sky, the stone, and the spirits that rule both.