Long ago there lived an orc named Scall and as a newborn he contracted an incurable disease native to the orcish tribes known as Greenskins Bane.

It nearly drove the orcs to extinction within the first six months of the outbreak and it was during the fifth month that scall was infected.

At the tender age of four scall already knew his life would be cut short, but he didn't care because he was the only orc in the world with parents as loving as his.

They didn't ridicule,abandon,or love him any less than when he wasn't infected unlike other orcs who would burn their own children at the stake to prevent the spread of the disease.

Since Scall’s parents, instead of slowly watching as there child died they started looking for a cure while making scall's life the best it could possibly be in the little time he had left but that was easier said than done.

Orcs had some of the strongest bodys out of the seven races but Greenskins Bane doesn't attack the host's body it attacks there soul by slowly eating away at it until all you are left with is a husk with no emotion,intelligence,or will to live just an unmoving body waiting for death.

The only possible solution was to sacrifice someone else's soul to empower the hosts until the virus dies of its own gluttony in other words it eats itself to death.

The only way to accomplish this was with the help of an ancient artifact called a SF.

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After many days of research,exploring dungeons,and searching ancient ruins they finally found it, the only SF to ever exist.

Deciding against telling others about their discovery for fear of it being stolen they planned to give it to there villages council of elders after they save Scall.

Scall was ecstatic at the discovery but his parents were sad because they knew that an orcs body can only take an orcs soul...Scall's father was going to sacrifice himself in place of killing his fellow tribesmen.

Sadly things don't always go according to plan. Midway through the fusion of souls the SF malfunctioned and all two hundred orcs in Scall’s village were fused into one super soul within scall’s body.

While the virus was destroyed by the new soul,it also strengthened scall’s physical as well as magical prowess one million fold.

Scall was the only survivor, alone with the unmoving corpses of his friends and family In a fit of rage and sadness Scall destroyed the SF then cried himself to sleep.

When Scall woke he couldn't stand the sight of his dead friends and family anymore so he ran as far and as fast as his legs could take him.

In scall’s new strengthened body he was able to run for weeks until he finally passed out and collapsed in the middle of the forest.

As scall was being nibbled on by a small green ball of sludge with a black orb at its center also called a slime, a lone orcish hunter that looked to be in his late forties was surprised to find an orc so young to be outside the safety of a village without parents and being eaten by a slime no less.

The hunter brushed off the slime picked up the boy by the leg and started dragging Scall back to his village. Little did he know the boy he was saving would grow up to slaughter thousands of men, women, children, demons, and even dragons without batting an eye.