[500 years in the past]

In a dark and foreboding forge deep within the heart of the orc kingdom, a group of fearsome orcs and orc shamans gathered. They had come together for a single purpose: to forge the Orc King's sword, Orkinder. The main Orc Shaman, Zogar, led the ritual.

The forge was lit with a blazing fire, and the orcs worked tirelessly, pounding the molten metal into shape. They poured the essence of the Orc race into the sword, infusing it with the strength, power, and ferocity of the orcs. They also fed the sword orc blood, imbuing it with the power of the orc kingdom's warriors.

Zogar was deep in thought as he led the ritual, his mind focused on the significance of the sword they were forging. He knew that the sword was more than just a weapon, it was a symbol of the orc king's power and a representation of the orc kingdom's might. Zogar was proud to be leading the ritual and knew that the sword they were creating would be the key to unlocking the orc king's true potential.

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At the end of the ritual, Zogar raised his arms and shouted, "This is the Orc King's sword, Orkinder, to rule all orcs and provide him with power both here and beyond this realm!"

The other orcs cheered and howled, and the forge was filled with the sound of their voices. And then, a figure appeared, towering over them all. It was the Orc King, a giant among his kin. He took the sword from Zogar's hands, and raised it to the sky.

The orc king held the sword aloft, and the light of the forge reflected off its dark, metallic surface. The orcs cheered and howled, and the orc king smiled, knowing that the sword would be his key to ruling all orcs and establishing his power beyond this realm. With the sword in his hand, he was unstoppable, and the future looked bright for the orc kingdom.