Yor’Tahl
The Sibari Terraces were blasted with civil war. Clans shed blood for years after the assassination of Gomar-Tuk the Spinebender. This fluid and horrific culture was the backdrop for Yor’Tahl’s coming of age. The waste and wanton destruction weighed upon the young Orc with uncommon purpose.
Survival skills evolved into search and scavenge mastery as Yor’Tahl plied his cunning against his kinsmen to turn a healthy profit. Scruples were of little issue, and soon the pioneering opportunist was trading with all sides of the war. His loyalty was to his own.
Yor’Tahl’s empire flourished unabated until the unthinkable came to pass. Peace broke out between the clans. With revenue streams and scavenging opportunities drying up, the trader pulled up stakes. He needed conflict to flourish, and he chose to seek it out rather than orchestrate it from behind the scenes. Politics did not enthrall him. Coin did.
Privateering didn’t serve. Market manipulation stank of diplomacy. Legitimate ventures were a farce. Yor’Tahl needed desperation. Only war would do.
The nomadic band of trade mercenaries stalked the continent, following the seeds of conflict and establishing a presence of pathways as blood found its way onto the wind. Before the end of his third decade, the ill omen of his appearance preceded him. Yor’Tahl was the Warbringer.