A hapless individual that was tricked into thinking he/she was ‘Orcus, Arch-Devil of Orcs’ by the Devil’s Doorman (who, despite spit-shining the hooves of devils for uncountable years, did not seem to know that ‘Orcus’ of legend was the ‘Demon Prince of the Undead’). Since the Devil’s Doorman did not have a fraction of the power necessary to blow his nose, let alone ‘create’ an Arch-Devil, he stole the Crown of Evil & put it on his stooge’s head. Since the Crown made ‘wishes’ come true & the peasant did not wish to be the king of his own country, he instead was convinced that all the Orcs should be friends & he was the biggest Orc of all.
This poor victim was saved when Bastion Bristlefoot touched the Crown of Good to the Crown of Evil. As had been learned from the Orbs, touching matched-but-opposite regalia together deactivated them both. This freed the nameless individual and caused the Orcs to begin battling among themselves as nature intended.