[Western Fantasy + Lordship + Many Races + Planes]
They call me Rega the Skullcrusher, a green-skinned warlord and conqueror of countless tribes. But I prefer another title: lord.
My kingdom was not forged in glory. It was built on schemes, betrayal, and mountains of bones. I know that on this cruel land, once the fervor of "Waagh!" fades, only bread, steel, and order can turn a rabble of stragglers into a true force.
I tame berserk wolf riders and turn them into disciplined light cavalry. I make cowardly goblin engineers build terrifying war machines. I ensure the shamans' spells are no longer mere hocus-pocus, but precise artillery strikes. I learn taxation and law from humans, espionage and poison from elves, but I always use the orcs' most direct methods: follow me and prosper, oppose me and perish.
Now my gaze has passed beyond the barren frontier. The fertile valleys of human dukes, the mithril veins of elf princes, the mountain strongholds of dwarf kings... all will fade beneath my shadow.
The road to the throne is drenched in blood and strewn with corpses. And what I love most is decorating my throne with my enemies' skulls.
