Browncloaks (5e)
"Listen¸ you don't know me¸ orc¸ so I'm gonna say this once: if I ever kill you¸ you'll be awake¸ you'll be facing me¸ and you'll have a weapon." Warriors of a bygone age. An age that they sadly lost their battle with the Grand Alliances that rule today. On the run¸ escaped from the losing battle that was before you¸ your troops scattered across the map. Your sense of right and wrong may be jaded¸ but it is sound. You only screw over the worst and always help those that cannot defend themselves¸ you just may not do those things in the most legal and nice of ways.