The Orcess

On a damp and cloudy late afternoon, a lone hooded figure traveled along the the great road, a highway that spanned from north to south. They were an imposing figure, standing well over six feet tall. The figure had been travelling for many miles, and sought some shelter from the damp cold. As the figure continued down the road, they stumbled across an abandoned village, seemingly untouched by any attack. The figure entered from the northern side of the village, as rain continued to pour out of the darken sky. There was no sign of the villagers who lived here, the road was clear, and flanked wither side were huts were people once lived. Some shut, and others simply left open. The figure made their way to the village square, and out of the corner of their eye they caught a glimpse of a hanging sign, which read. "The Red Drake Inn", and they soon began to make their way towards it.

The figure entered the former inn, and began to search for anything the previous owners left behind. The interior of the inn was untouched, with filled tankards and old food littered about the place, as though people had only just left. They made their way towards the counter, behind which they found a locked door to the inns store room. Instead of searching for a key, the figure through their own of strength kicked the door off its hinges, it crashed down inside the store room. The figure then rushed in and found it still stocked, after a quick frantic search they grabbed a bottle of mead, ripping the cork with no effort and began to guzzle it down, as they lifted their head up, their hood fell back revealing a rather unusual sight. They were an Orc, and not just any Orc but an Orcess.

After a few gulps, she stopped drinking and slammed the bottle down, and wiped her mouth with one of her huge hands, before brushing a few strands of that covered her face. The Orcess then searched for some food, finding a leg of Venison stored away, biting a large piece out of it. Once she had swallowed the chunk of meat she continued to devour it like a ravenous beast. She made quick work of it, and threw the remnants to one side, before getting up and searching the rest of the abandoned inn.

The inn was still in good condition, it had been left untouched since its previous inhabitants had fled, likely in fear of the war, or bandits that had begun to roam freely. As she searched the Orcess found plenty of supplies, including animal skins and dry wood to keep her warm through the night, though to her disappointment it seemed that the previous owners had fled with their valuables, so their was little treasure to gain. After searching for a while longer to little avail the Orcess turned her attention to setting herself up for the night.