Draejon

Xiao Chen was once a great soldier of Huaxia known for his strange, unique but effective tactics and plans during operations. He would always assume command and orchestrate highly-dangerous missions and would lead his unit to success.

He was known for being a great commander which made his military rank soar, from being a young lieutenant freshly graduate from the academy to becoming one of the youngest general that Huaxia had ever seen.

Sadly though his military career was cut short when he was deeply involved in the older generals politics. He died a tragic death when he was murdered by the men who he trusted so much and considered his brothers.

His soul wandered through the river of time and space still seeking vengeance and was soon swallowed up by a swirling light.

He soon found himself in the body of a monster or that's what others consider him to be. He had a hulking figure pack with muscles,towering nearly 7ft tall, a pair thick tusks jutting out from his mouth and lupine ears along with the great desire for battle welling up inside him.

He begins his new journey as a green hulking monster or an orc as what his kind was called, a monster born for war and lived for war.

Rise of the Horde

The simply design of Khao'khen's tent echoed with the hushed tones of the assembled Yohan's greatest minds. Their faces, usually alight with the fervor of intellectual pursuit, were drawn and weary. Before them, Khao'khen, the Chieftain, sat impassively, his gaze fixed on the meticulously crafted table where a single, intricately detailed diagram of the "Thunder Maker" rested.

"Chief Khao'khen," began Zaltar, the chief metallurgist, his voice carrying a note of defeat. "Despite our best efforts, the composition of the Thunder Maker's barrel remains a mystery. Our analyses reveal a mineral unlike any we have encountered, it is made of something harder than normal iron. The dwarven craftsmanship is… astonishing, but ultimately opaque to our understanding."

A murmur rippled through the assembled great minds. Each head nodded in agreement, a testament to their shared frustration.

"And the 'boomsticks'?" Khao'khen's voice, though low, cut through the silence.

Chapter 491