Sekmet was the first child of Mal’Reth and Gal’loth. As the primal gods waged their terrible war against the heavens, their attention drifted away from their mortal subjects, who despaired and suffered in their absence and isolation. So Mal’Reth sent Sekmet, his very own daughter, to the mortal plane in order to rekindle the covenant and to lead the orcs. Her fiery descent to earth brought the great chieftains together and bound them once again to the Last Vow, the covenant that ties us to the gods. Under Sekmet’s fierce leadership, our hordes brutally marched across the civilised lands, crushing thrones and crowns beneath their iron-shod feet. All bowed before her terrible majesty.

After many years, Sekmet, grew in greed and ambition. No longer was toppling emperors and enslaving nations enough to slake her thirst for conquest. She set her eyes on loftier prizes. In the heart of the Elven Kingdoms stood the Ancient Grove, where dwelt the arboreal gods of the elves. The location of this grove, however, was unknown. But a particularly clever scout, named Skom, was able to pierce the elven defences and discover its whereabouts. Sekmet gathered together all the tribes and without pity or mercy unleashed them on the elven realms. Amidst the chaos, she marched with her own tribe directly for the Ancient Grove. The fighting was savage as she approached, but her ferocious warriors eventually turned aside the elven resistance. Finally, they arrived at the vale and stood before the immense tree-gods. In the final, climactic battle, which the gods themselves watched, Sekmet and her warriors brought low the grove’s guardians and smashed the divine trees. But at the moment of victory, a poisoned arrow struck Sekmet, bringing the terrible orc low. For days the Daughter writhed in agony as the poison slowly sapped her formidable strength and diseased her powerful, but mortal, body.

For a final time, the terrible Sekmet summoned her great chieftains. Heaped up in an impossibly large pyre formed from the divine wood of the elven gods, loomed the spoils of her titanic campaigns. Sekmet then set herself upon it and the pyre was lit. In the intense heat and blinding smoke, a terrible cry was heard,“I shall return, born from a Bruuhka. This child will destroy the orcish world”, and a great light ascended into the heavens. The priests said that she had burned away her mortal flesh and rejoined our Father’s divine host.