Magic Traps [Majority vote]

Yessil thought carefully for a long while as she assessed the situation. The village appeared to be rather small in size, which meant that there weren’t that many entry points. Looking over the tracks also indicated that the orcs always seemed to come from the direction to their cave. As she noticed these details she smiled and prepared to work.

Setting up magical traps wasn’t too difficult, but they consumed quite a deal of energy and would be completely stationary. The trap runes contained a spell within and would activate when a set triggered happened, adding to the stationary issues. The most usual ways to activate the traps would be to make them activate when pressed or have an incantation said nearby.

Yessil moved around the entrances to the village and began her work. She pulled out magical crystals and drew the runes with careful precision, making sure to imbue them with the magical energy within herself and the surroundings. She used paralyzing spells that would restrain the orcs but wouldn’t affect the buildings. The spells wouldn’t be as strong as the fire she had used before, but it should be enough to take them out and give a chance to finish them off without trouble.

She worked tirelessly on creating the traps until every village entrance that face the orcs was covered. She could feel her legs starting to wobble from exhaustion but, in the end, she believed everything was in order. With a smile she stood up and walked to a bench on the side of a road. She sighed in satisfaction and tried to focus on not falling asleep before the invaders came.

Yessil looked at the sky and noticed how the sun had gotten closer to the horizon and the orcs were still not at the village yet. She was quite confused as she realized she had been working for hours already with no signs of trouble. The stories always told that orcs were ruthless brutes that had a taste for **** and ****. It made no sense that they wouldn’t be coming over.

She didn’t get a lot of time to wonder what was happening before she heard the distinct noise of a spell being triggered. With a determined look she stood up and walked down the road to the triggered trap. She pulled out a dagger as she moved forward, ready to take down the immobilized monster.

As she turned the corner, Yessil found a singular orc at the entrance to the village. The green brute was tied up by golden magical strings that held him steadily. His heavy axe remained on his side, having fallen off after the spell went off. His eyes were filled with hatred and the elf knew that if he hadn’t been tied up things would be ending very differently.

She sighed in relief and steeled herself. She got next to the orc and knelt besides him. Her hands shook for a moment as she reached down and placed the tip next to his neck. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Holding his head with one hand, the caster got prepared to slice his throat.

Before Yessil could do anything, however, she felt something hard hitting her on the head and she fell to the ground. She opened her eyes in disbelief and managed to see a stone next to her with a small drip of blood. As her consciousness faded, she looked around and noticed more orcs coming forward, walking carefully our of the woods. The elf cursed herself for being careless before succumbing to the darkness.

As Yessil regained consciousness once again she found that she had been blindfolded. She tried to move her head around, but nothing she did gave her vision back so she simply sighed and tried to focus on something else. The first thing she managed to discern was the sound of a fire crackling, the second, unfortunately, was the familiar sounds of moaning and sex.

The elf’s eyes went wide with horror behind the blindfold. She was completely unable to see but she remembered what she had seen at the orc’s cave. The sounds of women being taken by **** was clear and present. She tried to move around, but it didn’t take long for her to realize she was tied up to a stake or a wall or something.

The caster trashed around for a moment before a gust of wind made her stop. She hadn’t realized, but as the cold air hit her body it became obvious that she had been stripped as well. Her hands immediately wen to cover her body and that was when she noticed the orcs nearby. The sounds of laughter came from either side of her.

The voices talked amongst each other for a few moments before a pair of hands grabbed her. She struggled and did her best to push him away, but he was much too strong to take down. Luckily for the elf, it appeared the orc was only interested in taking off her blindfold.

The scene playing out before her made the elf sick. The cave was once again filled with orcs and women in the midst of sexual conquest. Many more of the villagers had been taken and were being fucked senseless by the savage brutes. Through tears she noticed the dwarven girl, once again lost in her own mind to escape her situation.

“Enjoying the view?” The voice spoke with a heavy orcish accent, but it unmistakably speaking the common tongue.

Yessil turned and saw a fairly small orc standing close to her. He was a head smaller than the powerful brutes next to him, but he appeared to radiate authority despite his smaller complexion. His green skin was covered in white tattoos that took the shaped of various animals, his tusks were adorned with silver rings, his messy black hair was tied in a ponytail, and he seemed to be wearing a cloak made out of a lion.

“I must admit, you gave my people quite the fright, girl.” As the orc spoke, he got closer and leant down to look into Yessil’s eyes. “Casters are quite rare around here. And someone capable of creating large illusions and walls of fire? My orcs had never seen something quite like it.”

“What? How do you know how to speak?” Yessil couldn’t wrap her head around what she was hearing.

The orc rolled his eyes. “We all speak. As to how I know the common tongue? Let’s say I was **** to learn.” His tone became darker before chuckling and regaining his composure. “But where are my manners? I am Ugdar, leader of this warband. And you would be?”

Yessil stared for a moment trying to comprehend what was happening. In the end she figured that talking might be better for her and the villagers survival.

“I am Yessil.” She tried to stand up and hold her head high.

“Yessil, good to meet you.” The orc looked her over and smiled widely. “So, here’s the deal. I want you to join my warband. Your magical power could be very useful to us, and I would hate for it to go to waste.”

The half-elf felt sickened to her core. He was speaking so nonchalantly, like he didn’t care for what was happening just a few meters away. Did he really expect her to join the warband like it was nothing?

“Why would I ever join you?” Her glare was so cold that one of the orcs nearby tried to step closer, only to be stopped by a movement of Udgard’s hand.

“Look girlie, you’re out of energy and tied down so any hope of blasting your way is out of the question. This means that you only have two options right now” Udgard paced around as he spoke. “You can join me and help turn my warband into the most devastating one o the land.” The orc continued to walk before stopping in a spot that made it so Yessil’s eyes were in line of sight with the other women being taken. “Or you can be given to my men to enjoy. Either way you help grow my army so the choice is yours. What will it be?”

A million thoughts ran round Yessil’s head as she tried to make heads or tails of what was happening. In the end it seemed that she had to decide on Udgard’s proposal despite her better judgement.

Will she

Join Udgard’s warband? A terrible decision really. Who knows what he’ll make her do.

Or

Refuse to join the warband? Not a winner either.