The Kingdom of Vorgath was known as the land of darkness and iron. In stark contrast to Dravion's radiant, sunlit territories, Vorgath lay beneath a heavy gray sky, sprawled across the slopes of volcanic mountains shrouded in smoke. This kingdom, founded 7,000 years ago, was believed to have been forged by the fury of the war god Vorg, whose sword strike split the earth in a desert of endless ash. The first king, Gorzod Bloodclaw, made a throne from the skulls of his enemies and turned Vorgath into a relentless machine of conquest. Since that day, the flag of Vorgath featuring a black wolf's head on a crimson background had instilled fear wherever it passed.
The power of Vorgath came from the brutal discipline and boundless ambition of its armies. From childhood, soldiers were trained for war; those who showed weakness were either killed or exiled. Vorgath warriors were armed with massive axes and swords, their armor forged from molten iron. Their armies surged like an unstoppable flood, obliterating everything in their path. The wolves, the symbol of the kingdom, were unleashed upon the battlefield, tearing through the corpses of fallen enemies. The generals of Vorgath were known not only for their strategic brilliance but also for their insatiable bloodlust; they desired destruction above all else.
Vorgath's terror was not limited to its military might it also emanated from its dark magics. The kingdom's heart, the Black Keep, rose within the depths of a volcanic crater. Within its shadowy halls, sorcerers and priests performed rituals to appease Vorg's spirit, preparing blood-fueled spells. According to legend, Vorgath's greatest weapon was the "Black Flame" a fire so fierce that once unleashed, it could reduce entire cities to ash, an inferno that could never be extinguished. This weapon was the greatest fear of Vorgath's enemies.
Throughout history, Vorgath had wiped countless kingdoms from the map. Its enmity with Dravion dated back to the Great Dark Age, when Vorgath's mages poisoned Dravion's lands. But Dravion's golden dragon had repelled the curse, sending Vorgath into defeat. That loss had left a deep, bitter hatred in Vorgath's heart. Since then, every ruler of Vorgath had made the annihilation of Dravion a matter of honor. Each generation swore oaths to exact revenge, preparing their armies with the singular goal of plunging Dravion's shining towers into eternal darkness.
Now, with Thanar's curse weakening Dravion, a window of opportunity had opened for Vorgath. The current king, Zargoth Irontail, sat upon his iron throne, commanding his generals with a cold, unwavering voice: "Dravion will fall. Their dragon will never soar again. We will burn their lands with the Black Flame!" Vorgath's armies had already begun their descent from the volcanic mountains thousands of warriors, wolf packs, and mages armed with dark magic. The fate of Dravion would once again be tested against this terrifying enemy.