As recalled by Vizhier, and Ogre, the leading and grand council of the United Dark Forces...

In the mists of time, there was a force like no other...a union of the most hardy warriors Azeroth had ever seen. They were known as the United Dark Forces...respected and feared by Humans and Orcs, their history is forged in the fire of battle and tested through time. Stories were passed from generation to generation...tales of honor and bloodshed...of trials and tribulations. This is a story of one such day...a day following the Great Battle...

A weary traveler came upon a hall...the inviting aroma of cooked flesh combined, with her ravenous thirst, compelled her to come in. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, she took her place upon an unsteady chair. As she gazed upon the celebrants, she noticed the entrance of a commanding figure...wizened, with a rusty blade at his side. A hush fell over the crowd as the old man addressed the crowd.

"Brothers, We have accomplished much...through your determination and vigilance, we have conquered all who have opposed us." The crowd roared in delight. The old man walked toward a table which a large object lay covered. Grasping the cloth, he said, "I have been using ancient Magiks to procure this throughout the years....guarding this from the greedy trolls who sought to steal that which is mine. But tonight....tonight I say to you...I love you all."

And as the old man lifted the cloth, the crowd rushed towards the glass objects which contained a golden juice known for it's pleasure inducing qualities. The crowd started chanting "Vizhier...Vizhier...Vizhier..." as the old man walked toward the back of the hall.

The old man approached the girl and they embraced. "I'm glad you came", said the Vizhier to his daughter. "I wouldn't miss it." she said as they both sat down. "What was inscribed on those containers?" she asked. "In the realm from which it came, the natives called it Buh-da-lyt. It has many wonderful properties." came the old man's response                          

Suddenly, a pair of burly arms picked the old man up from his seat and held him in a crushing lock. "Troll!" gasped the old man. Laughing gleefully, the leader of the rowdy assemblage placed Vizhier back on his stool and took his place between the father and daughter. Patting the old man firmly on his back, Troll said, in his gravelly voice,"I forgot to bring the Krayonz to give to 'Masher. But I did remember this." Old scrolls fell upon the table. "Ahhh..." said the Vizhier as he opened one of the scrolls. "It's been so long since I wrote these." "What are they, father?"

The old man answered, "Recorded in these pieces of cloth is our blood, dear one...our history...How I as a young man, left my destroyed village seeking revenge on the scum that killed my family....my friends. It was during my youthful travels that I met and fought with a man-monster called Nerzhul. Blows were exchanged yet neither of us fell. And in anguish over the memory of my fallen friends, I threw down this Axe." Her eyes fell upon the rusty axe at her father's side.

"Nerzhul could have killed me then. Instead he, too, let down his arms. We stared at each other for awhile. Then I learned that he was looking for the humans responsible for the murder of his wife...responsible for the death of his heart. The two of us joined in our quest and sought the assistance of other warriors. I remember when I found you,Troll...a scraggly youth who tried to best me in battle." "Hah!" scoffed the mighty one. "And I would have bested you too if not for that infernal concoction that you were hiding from me all these years." Both of them laughed as they reminisced of days gone by.

"Whatever happened to Nerzhul?" asked the young Amazon. The two warriors were taken with sadness as they remembered the days of turmoil that led to Nerzhul leaving behind his friends.

"It has been a long time since our brother left us," said Troll. "And you left too, you old fool." he said to the Vizhier. "But not in spirit, oh Awesome One," smiled the old man. "I could never truly leave."

Both friend and daughter paused as the old man man stood upon the table. "Friends...let us raise our thoughts to our lost comrades...Nerzhul, Slayer, Knight, Ant, CBC, XJumpsterX, Dragon, Archer, Sapper...and to those who betrayed our comraderie (thoughts fell upon  Warrior, LadyOrc and Storm). And to you, my brothers and sisters...who forged this great union assembled here tonight....I am thankful that you are who you are...honored warriors who forever have a place here", he pointed to his chest, "in my heart. Always remember those that have confronted us and ridiculed us...for they are the ones who failed...failed to extinguish the fire that burns in each of us...my friends....my family."

Suddenly, the hall shook as if thousands of blood-thirsty ogres were bent on destruction. The doors flew open and above the howling wind, the brothers Cyclone and Monsoon shouted, "We're here!! Where's Peon?" The hall erupted in laughter as the family continued their celebration...

Later this day of celebration, there was a deathly invasion of enemy force, and all but a few of the group were killed. The rest of the group ran way to the far lands, where they picked up many other weary travelers. They settled in a place and decided to hide until they were strong enough to defeat the damned nations of Azeroth which had rozen up against them, and attacked and killed successfully. It was a terrible day as their Fortress fell, and they were forced to flea into the lands of the Garden.

The travelers they had picked up were very intelligent and helped them survive in the new Garden. Little did they know, that one of the travelers was Nerzhul.

And now that these tidings are over, the United Dark Forces are becoming once again, the most feared creatures of human, and orc.