The sinking of Northkeep

The orc war howler spat into the dirt through his fanged, gap-toothed maw, dragged on his filthy weed, and continued his story.

He Who Never Sleeps—fear his name—gave strength to our people that day. Always the paleskins have kept us down, taking from our mines, stealing our slaves for their own, and taking our very lands. They would have us live like animals and starve. But not that day. On that day, we struck back at the foul paleskins.
Blessed by the One-Eyed God—fear his name—our leaders saw how they might strike a mighty blow against the paleskin thieves. Our finest war-leaders formed a mighty army that brought goblins, ogres, and even dragons under our sway—such was our might in those days. Without delay, our army boarded sturdy ships and razed Haardhahr, which the paleskins called Northkeep. But that victory was not enough for He Who Watches—fear his name.

The war howler spat again, took a gulp of some homebrew, and looked out at his audience. 

While we rejoiced in our victory, He Who Never Sleeps—fear his name—spoke from the heavens, announcing as in the past, ‘If my people cannot keep the lands promised us, then no mortal shall have them.’ Then upon His command, more than forty thousand of our warriors, shamans, and witch doctors joined together, encircling the shores of the Dragon Sea, and called upon the power of He Who Watches—fear his name—and all our gods. Their prayers were heard and became a magic such as this world has never seen. Then the One-Eyed God—fear his name—thrust his bloodspear down from the heavens and into the sea with a crack of thunder. And before the eyes of our assembled throng and the ugrukh paleskins still left alive, the waters rose up, and the land that the ugrukh had stolen sank beneath the waves, dropping down and down until the last paleskin standing upon the last tower had disappeared.
But the lacktusks did not learn. They did not care that they had stolen from us, and their gods did not care that the ugrukh were treacherous because they themselves were no better. Many times the paleskins came back to our lands, and with the blessings of He Who Watches—fear his name—we smote them every time, reducing their walls and towers to smoldering ruins. But when we became weak and began to call on the gods for even small needs, they grew angry and punished us. Our army fell apart, and the paleskins came again. “That is why we must be strong and take back that which was stolen from us! We must prove ourselves to our gods, always, to earn their favor.

— TC