The Tribe and the Old Clan
From Toosigma
Mung took a seat next deep in the alley resting his head against a barrel. His clean clothes were smeared with blood, and mud, the ends of his pants torn and mutilated. The large Half-Orc sighed deeply, looking up into the sliver of sky he could see from his vantage.
“I've done evil things in my life. That is no secret, Ive hurt people and caused suffering. I have corrupted, manipulated and forsworn innocent men of horrible crimes. Always for my own gain... But not with out reason. I've ripped limbs from my enemies, and sold their families into slavery...But what I have seen today... this Black hand and their methods. Bringing pain and torture just for the delight of hearing screams... I would never allow one as such in my organization. It's bad for business, and my stomach.
Gather whomever else you can, instruct them to meet in the tunnels.”
History and Common Knowledge of St. Albert's (with some rumor)
Many years ago when St. Alberts was first formed a great number of Half-Orcs were transported to raise the walls, build the sewers, and in every other way create St. Albert's Bay; as a reward for their hard work they were given freedom. The planned City took off becoming the main port for the country and relieving congestion on the Capital just as city planners and the nobility had planned. The city built by Half-Orc slaves could become the new den of crime and poverty; and the capitals docs would only be used by the rich, or for the direct necessity of the capital. Meanwhile the Half-Orcs of St. Albert's came face to face with the same racism that placed them in bondage in the first place. To avoid people out side of their race an intricate series of tunnels was dug over the years. Not a hard task, the Half-Orc themselves had built the core of the city and were responsible for much of it's expansion. As the city expanded so did the Half-Orc underground. As years passed the Half-Orc clan changed as evidently as the city it's self, the Half-Orcs began to look more human as the races slowly mixed and the desperate need that had created the underground faded.
In this day and age there is only one Half-Orc who knows all of the tunnels of the underground and only because of a map that had been carefully created and passed down throughout his family. That Half Orc is Mung, the leader of the cities... nay the countries or perhaps the worlds largest crime organization known most commonly as The Tribe. A small percentage of the Half-Orc underground he used for his organization, making transportation of illegal items a cinch, some for storing slaves, some areas were leased out to groups who wanted their business hidden. And much of it remained unused, filling with mystical pollutants, rats, oozes, fungi... and worse.
It is also necessary mention that not all of the Half-Orcs integrated into society. Some believed that any further mixing of blood, was a dishonor to their Orc heritage. Over the years, digging deeper into the earth under the city, mating only within their small clan, they became more grotesque and corrupt from generations of incest. Nearly every child of St. Albert's bay is well aware that the Old Clan can smell rotten children, and will gladly take them deep into the underground to be used as brides and grooms...
Down under a mile of earth the heart of the Old Clan beats a steady pace. Grizelda lies in the darkness the lower half of her body sunk into the womb of the earth. “Why have you come to me?” the wrenched old Half-Orc asked the darkness. She could see nothing in the pitch blackness, curse her mixed blood. But she could feel the stranger in the dark cave as clearly as she could feel the footsteps of strangers a mile above. The humans were under attack?! She could feel their misery drain threw the earth, blood and tears, sweet meats for her slumbering children to feast on. “Why do you harass an old woman? I smell you, I know where you stand. What is in your mind Half-Orc? Or shall I call you nearly human?”
“I maybe nearly human Old Grandmother, but you and your children are far from Orc as I am.”
“hurmph, that may be so.” The old Orc let her body sink further into the mud, relaxing as she both recognized the voice and the disgusted reverence it held.
“I've come to pay homage. I've brought newly dead.”
