The Loyal Fury lifts his hand and a column of white marble rises from the floor beside him, rotating to reveal a mural that comes to life before their eyes. Though the party gazes on the column for only moments, they suddenly understand the scope of the story Torm would have them know.
Eons ago, the gods of man, elf, dwarf, gnome, halfling, and orc met together to distribute the lands in which their respective races would live. To the elves were given the forests, to the dwarves the mountains. Each race received a land to build and grow. Each race except for the orcs, who were refused land and mocked for their desire to participate. In a rage, Gruumsh drove his spear into the world, creating the caves from which the orcs would well up to drive the other races from their lands. Enmity, strife, and war followed for millennia.
Torm raises one hand, bringing their attention back to himself. "Representing the Triad, I declare that We recognize the injustice done to the orcs. They were denied a home and were driven to generations of bloodshed by the vengeful Gruumsh. We now act to tip the scales of justice and give the orcs fair opportunity. For the orc peoples to be free, Gruumsh must release them from their slavery and give up the call for blood." The deity pauses. "We approached Gruumsh himself to repair the damage done, but He Who Never Sleeps refuses to relinquish His unending cry for vengeance."
An extraordinary greatsword takes shape before Torm, blade sunk into the white granite floor. "I will offer to duel Gruumsh for the fate of the orcs, but He will not accept save there be something to gain. We must present a bargain He cannot refuse." His gaze settles fully on each of the companions, with the full weight of a deity’s will. "To that end, you must find and retrieve the Eye of Gruumsh that Corellon Larethian smote free during their legendary battle in ages past."