The letters are all written with a crude hand, and it appears as if they were inked with claw instead of quill. They are all delivered to the Pissing Crone to await their respective recipients, though they all say the same thing.

I am Torroth, Warchief of the Blue Steel Tribe. I am an Orc. My blood is pure, unlike yours, but I do not hold this against you. Too long has it been since Orcish might was felt in these dark caverns. Too long has your blood been suppressed by the Humans and Elves and Dwarves of this place. Too long have you been complacent. It is time, my kin, to band together with others like you, to take what is rightfully ours from this wretched place! To take what is owed you by the lesser races! To earn back your honor, and bring glory to your name through battle! Heed my call... you may contact me at what was once Dunedar Hall in what the humans call... 'the Canal Ward'. Now is the time to know your heritage... and thereby, know yourself.

-The Warchief