I am a b*****d son. Half Orc, Half Human. My mother's village was attacked by a Orc party. I am not sure why my mother kept me. I do know that she took her life when I was very young. I lived on the streets with other Half-Orcs who were just like me. They always did thing that got us into trouble. I didn't want to hurt the humans, or at least all of them. One day a group of Paladins came into town, we believed it was to kill us and they did kill some of us but the others they took away, including me. They put us into a village with other Orcs, or into human families who already had Half Orc children. Very few joined me, and I joined the Paladins. I become one of them. When I turned sixteen I left the order to start my own city. One where Orcs can live with Humans and Dwarves and Elves in peace. We are all Children to the Gods and my city would be named after that fact. We are the Children and this is our city.