Urkezi gazed at the land of the oasis, the home of her tribe that was beneath her, and smiled as her figure turned into a shadowy haze. Around the oasis, a large number of female orcs stood beside plants, taking water from the source and wetting the ground around them then they took out small round yellow seeds the size of a speck from their animal bags then threw them across the field.A female orc with leaves wrapped around her waist and chest contrary to the rest in animal hides made the other orcs part for her. As soon as she came close to the wet ground, she then reached for the leather bag strapped to her waist and took some ash from it which she then threw on the ground before clapping her hands allowing more of the black powder to fall while she sang.After singing alone at first, the other females joined her to clap and sing. "Water from the oasis,Grow our crops,Ash from the dead trees,Bring forth new growth,For our families to use."Among the female orcs, one of them was

Hmm, the domain of protection, domain of war, domain of chaos, domain of shadows,"He kept swiping until he found one that grabbed his attention "Domain of Warding?" He clicked on the tab and read the description under the title Gravagor - The One Who Guards.[Gravagor lived his life as a normal orc in his horde until the attack of a group of monsters they call 'Grols', creatures with thick brown skin that could not be sliced through easily, possessed tusks, and lived in desert caverns.During the raid of the Grols, Gravagor lost his family and in grief took an axe and slaughtered two-thirds of the Grols that were invading. After the raid, the orc had lost an arm but still led a group of orcs to slaughter the Grols in their cave before eventually dying due to fatigue.]"Can you show me the location where his tribe is?"A second tab appeared and showed the area of the northeastern lands. A red dot around the western part of the map. "So it seems the Grols live in between the Goldorns h

Logging creator into the world] "System, some time ago one of the tasks you gave me was to make something that would be beneficial to the world," "And I came up with the technology tree and so, I would like to ask if I can make a few adjustments to it?" [The weight of the adjustment is what determines if it would be suitable or not.] "Well, the technology tree was only a task completed. It has no form and no way of telling its existence so it's dormant. I want to make a realm that encompasses its existence" A tab appeared in front of his face, showing the various functions he could click. He chose the one with realms and clicked on it to create a new realm. “The realm will have a brown surface similar to the page of a group with a tree at the center of the realm. The tree will have orbs with a lock dangling from its branches, each orb holds special and historical information on what new device, item, or machinery has been created or can be made by the races. Those who can acces

The winter thorns walked towards the dome-shaped houses in the center that had a tower protruding from it like a house with a chimney.The doors to the house were guarded by four thawns and opened when they approached. As they entered, a thawn with markings made from crystals that seemed to be glued to her face was sitting on the ice surface. In front of her was a pile of logs that burned brightly, ironic for a place with no wooden beam covering its inner shell. The Thawns then sat on the floor and waited for her to open her eyes. Once she did, they spotted a glint, "I trust that the hunt was a successful one." She said."Yes Voice of Ulkezi," said Zemo. The female Thawn then closed her eyes again and stretched her hand with crystal markings towards the fire. Her hands began to shake, letting specks of crystal dust into the fire. "You have never been disappointed in doing what you must to protect this tribe. May the weather bring bliss to us at this period," She said then waved th

The image of a dwarf with blue eyes sitting down, his two hands which were clasped together began to slowly separate as sparks of light began to converge to form a glowing brown orb. The scenery changed, the same dwarf stood in front of an anvil with a hammer in his right hand and the same orb in his left hand.The dwarf began forging in front of him and before he knew it, a black dagger was forged. The dwarf then placed the orb close to the dagger and slowly the orb inserted itself into it. When it was completely inserted, the orb was nowhere else to be seen, the black blade of the dagger gradually changed to a light brown color and it glittered even with the lack of sunlight on its hilt. The entire scene vanished and he found himself back in the realm of the technology tree. He was confused as the orb he held began to withdraw from him. Dulgol did not waste time to explain the vision. "What you have seen is the blueprint I needed to show you and now it has been etched into your me