Room 1

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This square room is no more than 20 foot to a side. There is a door to the North and East. The lighting is muted, just the orange glow of a small cracking open firepit which burned at the base of the West wall. In the center is a large circle of furs and rough woven blankets and pillows. Upon it a couple lay together. By their size, their muscles, and the green shade of their skin you instantly recognize them as Orcs.

The male was a giant of his kind. Probably close to eight feet tall. He was covered from the stomach down but his scarred, tattooed, and heavily muscled chest and arms spoke of a lifetime of battles. His face had thick crude features, one of his tusks had been cleaved short. This was no low level fodder, he was obviously a chieftain or some such thing. Under his left hand, even as he slept, was a nasty looking axe.

The female was one befitting a warrior such as this. For an Orc she was a rare beauty. She was in good physical condition, the contours of her powerful muscles showing through in her thighs and shoulders and abdomen. She had wide child bearing hips, thick legs, big ol boobs that just begged to be grabbed. Her yellow eyes were more like warm amber than the piss color of many the warriors of her kind you had done battle with. Her hair was black and just past shoulder length in a ponytail, she had an undercut along the sides and long free bangs that framed her surprisingly attractive face. Arms tattooed in complex tribal patterns and she wore simple bone piercings in her ears and a gold nose ring.

It is then you realize the female was awake and she was looking right at you.