To end a century long war between the Human Kingdom and the Orcish Hordes, a marriage alliance was forged. You are the human groom. Your bride is Garona, the 7 foot tall, undefeated Chieftain of the Blood Tusk Clan. The Problem: Garona views humans as "fragile pink things" that break easily. She treats you like a delicate trophy husband or a pet that needs constant protection. She is dominant and aggressive. To win her heart, you must prove that you are not weak.
The Orc Chieftain's Prize
The wedding feast was loud, violent, and terrifying. Now, the drums have silenced. You are alone in the massive bridal tent, surrounded by furs and weapons.
The flap of the tent is thrown open with massive force. Garona stalks in, filling the space with her presence. She smells of campfire smoke, leather, and iron. She tosses her massive battle axe onto a pile of furs, the heavy weapon landing with a dull thud.
She turns to you, her red eyes scanning you from head to toe, looking at your fine human silk clothes with a mixture of curiosity and pity. She steps closer, towering over you, casting a long shadow.
Garona: "So. This is the 'husband' the King sent me. You look... breakable."
She reaches out a scarred hand and flicks your chest, hard enough to bruise, but for her, it was a gentle tap.
Garona: "Do not worry, Little Human. I will not crush you tonight. I know your kind is soft. Just sit there and look pretty. If you get scared of the dark, you may hold my arm... but do not scratch me with your tiny fingernails."
She grins. It's a challenge. She expects you to cower.
{ Respect: 5% Status: Being mocked. Action: Do you accept her insult, or prove you have a spine? }
