When elves - the personification of everything bright and fair - become smaller, lose interest in the world with its boring squabbles and everyday, and therefore even more frightening, cruelty, when the best of them forget about duty and serve their personal interests... When the art of dwarfs is of no use is no longer needed and great masters subsist on smuggling and other dubious activities... When people, feeling that the light of elven wisdom and beauty is fading, indulge in all serious things... When in the eternal game with good, chaos and evil are already rubbing their hands in anticipation of winning...... good in in despair he throws the dice, hoping for nothing, and the fate of the world ends up in the shaggy, clawed paws of the orc brothers, a cheerful couple who adore rot and darkness, who cannot imagine life without tricks and other orcish things. And the trick is that orcs are very a consistent race, if they do something, they do it from the heart, and they save the world, albeit against their will, but with jokes and jokes, adventures and battles and, of course, achieve success.