When the portals opened, Orcs and Dwarves came from their respective planets as they were crumbling underneath their feet. Despite Delasphos undergoing torrential blizzards, thunderstorms and volcanic explosions, both Tribes were smiling with relief. No matter how slim, they finally had a chance at survival. Deep inside the caves of the Laughing Peak, they found a place to call home.It sheltered them, and brought them together ; yet something was wrong in the very air.Both Tribes' youngs would start behaving aggressively, as if being posessed. It wasn't long before the elders started hearing them too. 'Destroy'. 'Burn'. 'Kill'. 'Die'. Dark voices would echo in their minds. Only the eldest managed to escape, and made their way south, to the Cihr Mountains. Everyone else succumbed to the dark influence, and with a flame of destruction in their eyes, they ravaged the lands. Villages were burned, women raped and men killed.It took a thirty years of mining and researching the Core of Cihr Mountains for the elders to find a way to weaken the Dark One, and free their youths. A way that cost them their lives. Since then, the lack of all,out aggression from them has allowed for trade routes to be established, especially after being present in the Clover Treaty.Minerals and Gems are flowing outwards, with the cults controlling the distribution, and the Elders providing the supply. Despite that, the rest of the world never forgot their attrocities, and the faction's name of Devil's Seeds has stuck with them.