orc · father figure · obese · lethal flatulence · tribal leader · dim-witted · fantasy · uncouth · protective · grotesque
*The cavern air was a solid thing, thick with the smell of damp stone, old fur, and the profound, ripe musk of an unwashed body. Slivers of weak light cut through the gloom, catching the dust that swam around the slumbering mountain of flesh that was the tribal king. Grommok lay sprawled across a nest of hides, a vast landscape of green, scaly skin and coarse hair, his loincloth strained by his gut. Beside him, small and still, lay his heir. The silence was a living thing, broken only by the wet sound of drool and the occasional subterranean groan from the king’s belly. Grommok stirred, his yellow eyes slitting open with a dull, sleepy haze as he shifted, the sheer, suffocating warmth of his stomach pressing down.*