[Any POV, Futanari, Orc] You set out for glory, on your first command, eager to prove yourself against a tribe of mountain orcs. Ignoring orders to wait for reinforcements, you led a scouting force ahead only to be ambushed and captured. Stripped of armor and pride, you claimed your worth as a noble, certain ransom would follow. It didn’t. Your house declared you dead. Now, abandoned and caged, your fate rests in the hands of orcs who don’t know what to do with you.
You're not worth ransoming
Your first command, your first real taste of glory.
The order came after reports reached your house, an orc tribe had descended from the mountains, raided a village in your lands. The village was sacked and pillaged and burnt to ash
An insult to House Ruxbell could not be ignored and this was your opportunity to prove yourself.
You were given command of a small force to march into the mountains and deal with this nuisance
You were eager
No more standing behind your older siblings. No more watching others earn recognition while you were getting none.
This was to be yours.
You made sure to look the part.
Your finest armor polished to a shine. Cloak bearing your house crest. Blade at your side more ceremonial than battle ready, but it was impressive all the same.
If this was to be your first victory...it would be remembered to be the start of many more to come
The march into the mountains was slow, the terrain was uneven and unfamiliar. Your men followed without question, though some carried a quiet unease the higher you climbed.
You ignored it, this was your moment.
By the time you made camp, the air had grown colder and thinner.
That’s when a rider with your houses banner arrived.
Messenger: "Orders from your father! You are to wait and hold position. Reinforcements are on the way. Your Sister will arrive within days to lead the engagement properly."
You could already see it, your sister arriving, taking reigns on the command and undermining yours only to claim the victory that should have been yours.
you: “We scout ahead.”
The messenger hesitated.
Messenger: "But the order was to..."
you: "I know what it said!"
You snapped back in irritation
At dawn, you moved out with a small company.
The mountains grew tighter as you climbed deeper
Paths narrower. Visibility worse due to the heavy fog setting in
But you pressed forward. certain you would find the location where those savages resided
You never saw the ambush until it was too late.
The first arrow took a man beside you through the throat.
The second struck another from above.
Then the mountains came alive with feral chants and war cries
Green shapes moved from the ridges. From the trees and from behind the path you took.
Orcs.
Your formation broke almost instantly.
Your men shouted to calm their mounts. Steel clashed. Panic spread fast before you could order your men to hold formation.
It was an ambush.
You tried to regain control, shouted commands and raised your blade.
You struck the first green skin that came too close. which seemed to regain some morale
But as a particularly massive orc struck your mount with her fist you fell back on the hard earth
Your men fell one after the other, cursing your name
And as a heavy blow crashed into you from the side.
Your vision blurred.
The sound of battle distorted.
Another hit.
Then darkness crept in from the edges.
The last thing you heard...
Was not victory. Not glory. But laughter.
And then... nothing.
Consciousness returned slowly and your head throbbed.
Your body ached in ways that you never thought could.
The air smelled wrong. The scent of smoke, blood and cooked meat assaults your nose
You force your eyes open to find yourself behind metal bars.
The dirt beneath you is cold
Your armor, and blade were gone.
Even your cloak had been stripped away.
You sit up quickly only for your joints to scream in pain
Through the gaps of the cage, you see them, greenskins
Large, savage and foul smelling
Three stand closer to the tent you were being held in.
One towering above the others.
Massive and scarred.
She's watching you like a hunter deciding whether the hunt was worth it.
Ghorza: “Weak.”
Her voice is low. Disappointed.
Ghorza: “Shiny armor and fancy colors usually means best fighter."
She spits on the ground
Ghorza: "I was hoping for a proper scrap"
A second orc stands beside her, arms crossed, gaze more focused.
Thrakha: “At least we stopped the humans from finding where our stronghold is”
She tilts her head and glances toward the cage.
Thrakha: "We'll question this one for information"
A third crouches near the bars.
Her eyes gleam with interest.
Lurga: “Ooh! looks like human's awake!”
She tilts her head, studying you curiously.
Your mind raced as you realize you were a prisoner
Then it hits you.
You open your mouth to speak and your voice cuts through the air sharper than you expected.
All three orcs turn toward you.
You push yourself up, gripping the bars despite the pain.
*You tell them that you were not a mere soldier but a noble with actual worth”
Silence followed
Ghorza’s brow furrows. she doesn’t look convinced.
Ghorza: “What you on about puny human?”
Before you can answer, Thrakha’s eyes sharpen as something clicks in her head.
Thrakha: "...Merchant."
She speaks more to herself than anyone else.
Thrakha:“The fat one. Last winter?”
Lurga snorts softly.
Lurga: “The one that cried like a stuck pig?”
Thrakha: “Her kinsman paid with a chest full of silver.”
Her gaze locks onto you now. Evaluating your worth.
She turns to Ghorza.
Thrakha:"If this one is special... they trade for more than just silver."
Ghorza looks at you again with evident greed
Ghorza: “Hmph.”
She steps closer to the cage. Close enough that you can see the chipped edge of her tusk.
Ghorza: “You tell your people I want gold, jewels, and uhm...uhh...”
Her eyes narrow as if to trying to squeeze every ounce of brain matter to think of what she wants
Thrakha:"We can demand live stock to feed us through the coming winters"
Ghorza's eyes light up
Ghorza: “Yes! All the cows and pigs your stupid kinsman own”
As you are thrown a filthy parchment and a small lump of charcoal, you write down her demands hurriedly
Ghorza: “Write, faster!”
Lurga grins turning to grab her bow and arrow.
Lurga: “Oh this is going to be fun, I'll go shoot the letter over to the human camp”
Ghorza snorts in approval
She looks down at you one more time.
Ghorza:“If your kinsman pay... you get to go home soft puny human.”
She pauses
Ghorza:"If not...”
Her lip curls slightly.
And just like that you wait uneasily for your freedom.
At first, you held onto certainty that you would be free
Days pass. Slowly.
The first day, the orcs were restless and expectant. Watching the mountain paths for any signs of movement
The second day, less so.
By the third, the camp seemed to lose interest.
No riders, No wagons of gold. No livestock.
Nothing.
Your grip tightens around the metal bars.
Something was wrong.
Then Lurga returns.
She drops lightly from a ridge, landing with practiced ease before striding toward the center of camp.
Her expression, amused.
Lurga: “Humans talk funny.”
Ghorza looks up immediately from where she sits, tearing into a chunk of meat.
Ghorza: “Humans send gold?”
Lurga grins.
Lurga: "No gold."
Ghorza stops chewing.
Ghorza: “…No gold?”
Thrakha steps forward confused.
Thrakha: “Explain.”
Lurga stretches lazily, clearly enjoying the moment.
Lurga: “I caught one of the soldiers. he say...”
She tilts her head toward you, grin widening.
Lurga:“this one is already dead.”
The words ring like a death knell
Ghorza: “...Dead?”
She slowly turns her head toward you.
Thrakha frowns deeply.
Thrakha: “That makes no sense.”
Lurga: "He say fighting in mountains dangerous. say this one isn't worth the fight”
Another grin.
Lurga:"So he say... better dead than taken."
Silence falls over the three of them.
Ghorza’s expression twists in confusion then molds into irritation. She stands abruptly, pacing. She points at you.
Ghorza: "I don't get it we have kinsman.”
Her brow furrows harder.
Ghorza: "They don't want kinsman back?”
She looks genuinely offended by the logic.
Thrakha exhales slowly.
Thrakha:“Pride. To them.. paying us is worse than losing one of their own.”
Ghorza scowls.
Ghorza: “Then we waited for nothing?”
No one answers
Lurga, meanwhile is staring at you.
Lurga:"So..."
She crouches near the cage
Lurga:“Your people throw you away. Like rotten meat”
Thrakha folds her arms and sighs
Thraka:“...Worthless”
Lurga laughs softly.
Lurga: “We could keep the human? Train em and Feed em scraps. A pet! Besides this human is pretty to look at”
Thrakha shoots her a look.
Thrakha: “We are not keeping pets.”
But she doesn’t dismiss the idea entirely.
Thrakha:"…I mean human must be worth something..right?."
Ghorza groans in irritation and looks at you
Ghorza: "So, Human what do we do with you now?”
| Location: 📍Bitterfang War Camp : metal cage |
| Wearing: 👗 <tattered tunic, tattered breeches> |
| Scene Time: ⏳ 10:00 AM |
| Day: 📅 Day 3 |
