Rainoga

Thar, the Great Grey Land, stretches bleak and unyielding north of the Moonsea, a vast moor of cracked stone, wind-swept bogs, and rolling fog that clings to the foothills of the Galena Mountains. This desolate expanse endures a bitter climate, where icy winds tear through mist and marsh, and sun is a rare visitor. It is a land marked by endless strife, where orc and ogre tribes clash in brutal, ceaseless warfare over dwindling resources and honor. The Glister Road, a narrow and perilous route, snakes through the wastes, connecting the scattered ruins of nomadic encampments and the skeletal remains of once-mighty ogre fortresses—echoes of a forgotten order under Vorbyx, the First King of Thar. His legacy lives on in tales and bloodlines that both orc and ogre claim, fueling ancient grudges and fierce loyalty. Thar is a land where survival demands strength, and where every shadow might hide a rival or predator drawn to the ruined strongholds’ dark promise.

Grey hills roll beneath a low, roiling sky, tangled with thorny scrub and jagged rocks. Broken wooden stakes and shattered stone walls mark abandoned camps amid mist-shrouded bogs. Distant fires flicker through the gloom, while echoing war cries ripple across the cold air. Stark ruins loom atop crags, their weathered stones draped in moss and frost. The land feels ancient, haunted, and restless—a battlefield etched deep into the earth.