In the world of Arcadia magic and fantisy are law and fact. The world how ever is divided up into two factions. The many humanoid kingdoms stand separated and at war. One faction holds all the humans elfs drawfs and halflings. They stand united as the alliance. Supporting law and order. But opposing the is the hoard. Orcs goblins minatours and zombies they wanted nothing more then to pillage rape and have total and complete chaos.<br/><br/>The war between the two factions is endless. Seemingly to have no begining with the prospect of no end any time soon. Each faction had their own war camps castles and forts. Their armies massive in size with numerous campaigns happening at the same time.<br/><br/>Our story takes place in the edge of one of the elvin nation woodlands. Where the woods meet the grasslands of the plains. Here sat a veteran war camp of the hoard. Their main numbers are Orcs but they also housed a few soldiers of the other races. They made daily raid's into the woods. The battles usually ending in a stalemate, a good percent of the time however the hoard members won the fights.<br/><br/><br/>The camp is laid  out in several rings of tents. The center tent is the largest, the generals his personal tent and his comand tent. The tent from their on out are laid out by importance. The grunt soldiers taking the outer rings, the higher ranked soldiers have their tents closer in to the center. while the medical, food,  weaponry and storage take up the second ring from the comand center. Along the outer ring sat many bonfires. Each one hold at least five orc soldiers on watch and on guard. however most of them sat around their fired talking and telling stories.<br/><br/>Every member had to stand guard even the general. He sat with his personal guard at one these fire pits between his camp and the woodland. He and his men joking and converting about the days events. Waiting for their shift to end.