Please note that none of this is canon with the Project: V.O.R.T.E.X storyline, nor the Mega-Verse. Think of this as an alternate reality perhaps.
Ah… The Ancient Scriptures of a forgotten time… A time of peril… A time of war and death… The age of the Orc! There were many other races back then, of course, the Dwarves, greedy and rich, who would burrow underground and build massive civilisations. The Elves, the first to evolve, tall and proud, not to mention wise and old. Then there were the goblins, sneaky, undisciplined, tiny monsters, with the eyesight of a lesser swamp pig. And the Men, the last to evolve, destined to rule the world for another 7,000 years. Of course, that is just the intelligent beings, if you could call Goblins intelligent, of this time.
The year was 5,327 B.C, in the modern term of year… All this bloodshed began with a power-hungry young Orc named Jeff…
Very little is known about Jeff’s childhood, his parents, his upbringing, where he stood in the social hierarchy, and what his interests were. Of course, what we do know is that he lived in the accursed Orc Badlands and one day, he went off to seek his fortune and raise an army to conquer all nations and begin one of the biggest and longest wars of all time…
And so, Jeff packed his troll-hide bag and picked up his orc-steel battle-axe and journeyed on, through treacherous ravines, across raging rivers and burning human border watchtowers as he went…
His journey took him to the point of no return, a deadly cliff with jagged rocks below.
Jeff clambered down the near vertical rock-face and onto the rocks. He knew what was in one of the caves at the bottom of the cliff: Goblin Town, a rickety series of boardwalks and stairways connected together and expanded over time joining up to houses and mines on the sides of the huge cathedral-like cave.
After walking through the oddly boat-shaped hole leading into the town, Jeff then slammed through the hundreds of guards. None lived. He walked up to the Goblin King, Max, sitting on his stone throne, and chopped off his head. Jeff declared in his booming, gravely voice “ Your king is dead! You will follow me, now!”. And what followed was known as the allegiance of Goblins and Orcs.
There were, of course, other alliances in that time: the Elves, Men and Dwarves united together to trade and fend off the terrible evil of those lands, each species had something different and important: the Elves had near unlimited knowledge and wisdom, the Men had food and supreme military power and the Dwarves had the finest tools and weapons, not to mention shiny gems and gold!
After conquering the Goblins, Jeff went out to make new alliances with the undead pirates that guard a long-lost treasure… The Skeleton Crew, deadly and clever, with an armada of warships at their disposal, know as “Phantoms”. All who lived on costal islands knew of their mighty and merciless wrath. Jeff, on the other hand, had no fear whatsoever towards them. In fact, he journeyed on a rickety Goblin raft to meet them at the Islands of Skulls, costal islands, each with a skull-shaped rock, famed for being the home of The Skeleton Crew and the souls of those they killed and trapped forever as their slaves…