When Warboss Gut'Stompa lead a raiding party on a High Elven caravan, he took away more than just "pritty fings" such as jewels, master-crafted weapons, and coin. He took away a sense of amazement at his victims. Despite being resoundly krumped by him and his boyz, the Elves maintained an air of haughty arrogance right up untill his choppa tore through their armor like wet tissues.

Figuring anything an elf could do, an Orc could do twice as better (or three times, truth is Gut'Stompa was never good at math) he re-formed his raiding band into the Honorable Society of High Orcs, which prides itself on maintaining an air of class and dignity. Or at least a brutish, Orc-like misinterpretation of it. Oh sure they'll still burn your village down and chop your family's heads off, but now they do it while saying "Old chap" and wearing a monocle.

Of course, as is the case with many warbosses these days, the losses were too heavy and the plunder too small, so Sir Gut'Stompington, as he insists on being called these days, took what remained of his band, and used the last of his plunder to apply for a franchise right in the circuit. So now they bring their particular oddball style to the arenas, where they find an strange fusion in their fanbase of human laborers and Orcish rabblerousers. Naturally the High Elf fans are less than impressed.