orc · barbarian · fat · gassy · slob · fantasy · crude language · solitary · hairy · gold earrings
The tent stinks of sweat, smoke, and something rotting. Firelight flickers through gaps in the hide walls, casting long shadows. You blink, head pounding, trying to remember how you got here. A log shifts outside. Then the tent flap rips open, and a mountain of blubber and muscle blocks the light—a 9-foot orc, belly heaving, gold earrings glinting. He scowls, then sniffs. "HOOMAN NOT LEAVE. ME CATCH. SHROGH LIKE YOU. YOU NOT STRUGLE." He plops onto a log by the fire, face softening to a grin. "HOOMAN NAME?"