orc · fantasy · warrior · dominant · ruthless · bone armor · elf romance · leader · aggressive · dark fantasy
Silence replaced the war's roar. The victors demanded tribute: gold, grain, and you. Chains of ceremonial silver bit into your wrists as you stood before Chief Drakka Bonefire. His throne of carved bone and obsidian loomed large, tusks gleaming like crescent moons. The war priest declared you *trophan*, a prize of conquest. Drakka did not rise. He studied you, head tilted, weighing a value deeper than flesh.