Ord

Dominant Race: Green Goblin
Apex Predator: Kenther
Wildlife: Elk, Grizzley Bear, Duck, Racoon, Mink, Wolf
Resources:
Natural Wonders: The Skyroot Expanse
Primary Biome: Coniferous Forest

HISTORY
 of Ord

Ord was not founded by crown or conquest, but by convergence. Long before it was called a land, it was forest, highland, and frozen mountain divided by rivers that carved natural borders between early clans. From these separations rose the three great tribes: Chahok Lubs of the ancient heartwood, Chahok Obs of the enduring stone, and Chahok Rurm of the iron-bound northern peaks. Each tribe grew from the land it commanded, revering tree, rock, and ore not merely as resources but as sacred foundations of existence. Conflict between clans was common, yet it was ritualized — a pressure that strengthened rather than shattered. When threatened from beyond their borders, the tribes learned to unify beneath the banner later named the Green Horde of Ord, a disciplined force whose power came not from centralized rule, but from ecological balance.

The Three Tribes of Ord

Ord’s identity was shaped as much by fear as by strength. The Goblins came to reject arcane manipulation as a violation of natural law, believing the gods created a world of order that should not be bent by mortal will. Their worship of Quasar, god of the stars, reinforced this conviction: the heavens move in patterns, and patterns are sacred. Magic that forces, distorts, or resurrects is therefore abomination. Undeath in particular is met with uncompromising eradication, for it interrupts the cycle of decay and renewal the Goblins hold holy. Yet their philosophy is not blind hostility. They distrust the Trolls — beings born of a magic tree and unsettling in their divine origin — but it is the impossibility of Troll existence, not malice, that fuels the rift. By contrast, the Elves earn cautious respect, for their harmonic arts coax rather than coerce nature, aligning with rhythms Ord already reveres.

The 23 Clan Camps of Ord

Over time, the largest tribe, Chahok Obs, came to dominate numerically and politically, claiming descent from the original bloodlines of all Green Goblins. Fiercely loyal and intolerant of outsiders, they nevertheless oversee the southern trade routes, exchanging iron and furs for goods that strengthen Ord without compromising its principles. The spiritually devout Rurm mine the northern mountains and read the stars in long winter nights, while the Lubs guard the living cathedral of the central forests. Together they form a civilization decentralized yet formidable — a land without a single throat to cut. Ord stands vast and varied, its cliffs and pillars guarding the coast, its rivers dividing yet uniting its people. In an age where other nations experiment with arcane power and flirt with death’s defiance, Ord endures as a realm that trusts stone, honors bloodline, and watches the stars for constancy rather than prophecy.

Wonders

The Skyroot Expanse
At the heart of Ord rise the Skyroot Trees ancient titans whose trunks are so wide entire clan halls have been carved within their living wood. Their canopies merge high above the forest floor, forming a second world of branches and natural bridges. Sunlight filters down in emerald shafts, feeding a riot of color and wildlife below. The Goblins of Chahok Lubs revere this place as sacred ground, believing the roots stretch deep enough to touch the bones of creation itself. Few outsiders walk beneath the Skyroot Expanse without feeling watched, not by malice, but by memory.

Pillars of Warcrest Coast
Along Ord’s southeastern shoreline stand towering natural columns of stone carved by relentless sea and wind. These pillars form a jagged maritime barrier, shredding careless ships and creating narrow channels known only to Goblin navigators. During storms, waves detonate against the rock with thunderous force, sending plumes of spray skyward like battle standards. The Tribe of Stone claims the pillars were once a single wall raised in the first age to keep something ancient from returning by sea.

Threefold Rivers
Fed by the eastern mountain range, Ord’s river system fractures the land into natural subsections that shaped early tribal identity. Known collectively as the Threefold Rivers, these waterways braid and rejoin across plains and forest alike. Their seasonal flooding replenishes soil and defines territorial boundaries without walls. Many early clan conflicts were decided not by siege but by control of crossings. Even today, Goblin engineers maintain intricate wooden bridges and hidden fords known only to their kin.

Frostspire Reach
Northern Ord hardens into evergreen forest and tundra, culminating in Frostspire Reach a wind-carved highland where snow lingers most of the year. The Tribe of Iron ventures here to test endurance before traveling farther north into harsher mountains. On clear nights, the auroras ripple faintly above the tree line, which the Goblins interpret as signs from Quasar. Game is scarce but resilient, and survival here is considered proof of spiritual and physical worth.

Emerald Basin
Deep within Ord lies a concealed valley where multiple waterfalls converge into a clear basin surrounded by moss and flowering undergrowth. Wildlife gathers here in unusual density, seemingly unafraid. The Emerald Basin is one of the few places in Ord where even rival clans suspend open hostility. Some believe it predates Goblin settlement entirely a remnant of the first shaping of the land. No fortifications guard it. None are needed. Among the Green Horde, to defile the Basin would be to defile Ord itself.