With Authority

“WHO ARE YOU???? WHICH ONE OF YOU BRAIN DEAD GREEN GOBLIN FUCKING MORONS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ON WATCH???? HOW DID YOU GET IN THE CAMP?” The questions are fired off in the same bellow that made the female cook cry, but it doesn’t faze you at all.

“I am Ichabod “The Raven Prince” and I am here to challenge you for Chief.” There is a steely calmness to your voice which you do not feel inside, the closer you get to this Orc Chief Gruk the larger he gets. Standing at almost 7 feet tall and rippling with muscle, he has a large bastard sword on his back and furs of black and white making up his clothing.

“HAHAHA, Puny little crow wants to fight me…..” He notices he is the only one laughing; all of the other orcs are looking at the level 4 shaman, his name Ulgok floating above his head. Is trying and failing to hold back a smile and chuckle.

“Let the combat take place in the center of fire, May the old ones guide you to victory or if not then to the afterlife.”

About half an hour later all of the fires have been fed together to form a 30ft circle of flames that will act as your arena. All nine of the other orcs are standing in front of the fire pits with weapons drawn. The rules as explained by the shaman are that no one can interfere unless someone tries to leave the circle. Then it is the tribe's job to smack them and throw them back in until one is dead or yields.

As Gruk enters into the arena he bellows out a primal scream of anger and challenge at you drawing his sword. You fly into the arena on your wings making sure to keep enough altitude to keep your feathers from catching. Trident in hand you prepare for the coming fight.

Gruk Lvl 5 Orc Chieftain (Barbarian) Hp 60 Spd 30 Ac 17

Rage Activated Enemy takes half damage from bludge, piercing, and slash

Giant’s Might Activated Hp 46

He races across the arena at you sword swinging like a deadly pendulum two fast slashes come from nowhere, you barely avoid the killing swings just catching the tip across your chest and leaving a faint line of blood trickling down your front.

Health 34/46

Weapons Check Passed

Your trident comes alive in your hands as you counter attack, one point of the forks leaving a scratch of its own across his forearm.

Gruk lvl 5 HP 53/60

After a slight delay and a few drops of blood trickling down onto one of his hands, Gruk brings his own offense back into play, Going for a forward step and thrust you misjudged where the blade was going and it catches you in the bicep of your left arm. The second swing he makes misses by a mile.

Health 21/46

You bring the trident up and swing it like a quarterstaff but the large orc just bats it away with ease using his sword, You try to invoke your fire rune instead.

Enemy Strength Check Passed (Adv for Rage)

Bringing the forks of the trident to bear on him as briefly fiery shackles attempt to restrain him giving you an opening and you land a solid hit with returning the favor of a hole in the bicep.

Gruk lvl 5 HP 47/60

Gruk appears to be enjoying himself as he brings his sword in a double cut one across your stomach the other slightly higher on your ribs.

Health 11/46

You take a calming breath and use, second wind, restoring 15 hp.

Health 26/46

Critical Hit

Flashes across your screen on the first swing of your trident the sides of the spines bouncing off the side of the Chiefs head, followed by a lunge and burying two points into the soft part of his belly.

Gruk lvl 5 HP 24/60

Enemy Weapons Check Failed (Critical)

Gruk drops his sword as the blood from his cut forearm has drenched his hands and he can’t grip with them anymore.

Bringing your trident to a full draw you quickly jab it into the exposed ribs then the thigh as soon as the weapon leaves his hands.

Gruk lvl 5 HP 11/60

Gruk pulls back your trident points and slides the prongs out of his wounded thigh; he quickly dives and rolls, snatching his sword off the ground in one fluid motion.

Two more quick jabs, the second taking him full in the throat and out the other side, and Gruk is done.

Gruk lvl 5 Dead

Exp Earned 200

A cheer echoes around the orc encampment as the old chief dissipates into dust, the other orcs are slapping a fist to their chests, the females among them going so far as to uncover theirs before emulating the males. All the naked green orc flesh jiggling has given you a raging boner, and soon a warmth is wrapped around one of your legs. It’s the female cook, her 36c tits pressed firmly into your thigh as she looks up with still moist eyes.

“Thank you for killing him, I haven’t been able to cook anything lately and he was very mean to me. Thank you thank you thank you. With each thank you she slaps another tit into your leg, you can feel her excited breath warming the front of your tight leather pants, where the one eyed monster resides and it is definitely having an effect.

“Hmmhmm. Sorry to interrupt but there are a few things we have to talk about since you are the new chief, first we can’t seem to build or cook anything… something the old chief couldn’t or wouldn't bother with.” Ulgok the lvl 4 shaman says as he approaches. He is older with more gray to him than black, still heavily muscled as all orcs but looking to be more towards frail than in his prime. He wears gray robes and carries an ornate walking staff with small skulls and feathers attached to it.

“First things first… I need each of you to swear an oath to me then I can help sort out your problems. Line every one up and I will accept the oath from each in turn.” A sharp whistle and a wave to the trees and your first conscripts from the orc band along with the nymph begin making their way to you. “Actually Ulgok have the women line up first, I have an idea.” You say as the old orc begins shouting at the remainder of the camp.

Another ten minutes later and all five females are at the front of the line, followed by the 4 males left to the band. The first one to swear the oath you ask of all your followers is the lvl 2 cook. She has a big smile on her face as she swears to do anything you ask and follow and protect you and yours.

“Good once you have sworn an oath ladies, I ask that you strip completely down and get on all fours to present yourselves arm behind your backs and face in the dirt.” You say with a smile as each and everyone follows your command after making the oath.

“Can I do it too??? Please? You said I would be stuffed again if I joined you.” The nymph says from slightly behind you to your left. After a quick nod she joins the line of women in position.