Gorgun's Court

It is said no orc grows old by accident. Only strength or cowardice is the answer. The Black Tusks regularly execute cowards.

The Great And Glorious Gaboon, Gorgun Of The Black Tusks, Slayer Of The Spider Priests, Holder Of Many Skulls, Great Lord of The Forests is the supreme leader of the Black Tusk Tribe. He is held in regard something akin to a saint, a monarch perhaps, or even a Papal figure by his people. For good reason: He must be the most benevolent, wise and generous of all the tribal chiefs to have ever existed. 

He Who Eats First casts his shining gaze across his people, guiding their lives like a spiritual lighthouse through his supreme oversight of the Tenets of Mog, leading them to greatness. The Nations of Sincadere have no choice but to recognise the stalwart strength of our peoples and pay homage and tribute to our continued everlasting success.

Some of the more jealous, belligerent, spineless cronies of other courts describe Gaboon as a petty capricious Tyrant, ruling over the Black Tusks through fear and intimidation. They whisper from the shadows of a monstrous creature, prone to bouts of unbridled rage, dosed into drowsiness by a consistent diet of hallucinogenic mushrooms. They chitter behind cupped hands of a violent, bloodthirsty warlord with loathsome appetites, lashing out and regularly murdering his subordinates when his unreasonable demands are not met. 

All of this, of course, is Elven propaganda. 

Composed and curated by nations envious of our perfected social model and ashamed of their own failings. For what nation can utter such profanity about our glorious Gorgun, when their own streets are littered with the poor, the sick and the lame? The Black Tusk Tribe have no such people within our stalwart wooden parapets. Such is the testament of his supreme leadership and the devotion of his mighty Hoks.