Mol'nan Tribe - Turn 6(1)
So it was, that man and elf met ogre.
So it was that battle broke out.
And so it was was peace was made and trade established. And for many decades little else but trade was their interaction with ogres. These decades were many, near becoming centuries, but nothing lasts forever.
In the wake of a war between this empire of man and elf, The Empire of Gilden, against one calling himself the dark lord, fear spread along the empire's borders. Fear towards anything not human or elf. This fear gave way to actions that bread hate and revulsion. Soon many ogre kin went missing, though in our blindness and ignorance we did not know the cause and did not suspect the empire. It wasn't until some seasons later that they were found, but...
We were given the choice, either lose our captured kin's lives and fight to the end, or leave our lands... our homes. Upon learning that they were ready and willing to end our way of life, we chose the only path we could.
Survival.
And so it was that we were lead and loaded aboard great, wide, wooden vessels on which we all fell into a deep slumber...
It was dark and stormy as they woke, the only light coming from what little sunshine made it through the storm clouds. The ogres were shaken to consciousness when the enchantment of the boats wore off just as they beached. Once the grogginess of such a deep sleep went away, they looked around to find many of their number were not here. There were many boats that they were loaded onto, and it seemed that a lot of them had gone missing.
Once all were ashore, the decision was soon made to head further inland, dragging what boats they could behind them. It wasn't until they reached the base of some mountains and found a spot next to a small river that they stopped. Thankfully the storms had stopped.