The lich looked through his scrying glass and saw the bodies layed in there graves. He slowly took the vial of myst and handed it to his imp. "Spread this across the Ork-lands, Mizzitf."
As the imp flew over the fields and crags he spreaded the mist. Every corpse the mist touched rose and shambled after the living. so begins the night of the orcish dead.

Orcs: -1
Undead:+1

Human: 23
Elves: 24
Barbarians: 23
Dwarves: 28
Dragons: 29
Undead: 30
Halflings: 26
Giants: 25
Orks: 16
Drow (evil elves): 26