Loss
Prevention Guard "Hey,
izzat illegal?" Dekal literally
jumped out of his pants. Which was embarrassing, and also
Get's
fault - the orc had shredded his last pair of work pants, so he had
to wear a pair of the orc's. Ugh. Why didn't the orc shred his own
clothes so often?! "Er - sorry! Sorry! Oh man, so
sorry! Made noise, honest!" Dekal pulled up his
oversized pants, face bright red. He knew
he should've bought a belt. "What?!" "Sorry!"
A friend

The
Azure Tusk Victor
had never been more terrified. This was it,
after all. He was two months behind on rent, was out of food. The
landlord was in the process of literally
throwing him out when he got a call that he had an interview at The
Azure Tusk. ...admittedly, Mr. Tungsten was a pretty nice
landlord, all things considered, Victor just didn't have any money.
He was willing to give Victor this yet another absolute last chance,
and even gave Victor the suit he was currently wearing. Well

Shaman
Kelten's Experiment "Huh.
Are you sure, Shaman?" The orcish Shaman crossed his
arms. "Absolutely, my Chieftain. Why are we responding
formally to each other?" A chuckle. "This is a
formal tournament, Shaman. Tradition. I'll call you Kelten when
we're back at camp. But are you certain - none of the four orcs you
are suggesting actually /won/ the tournament - or even placed in the
top four." "Absolutely. The goal was not to find
the best combatant

Bear
Season in Riseton Holy
crap that... no. Wolf. Vunt looked around nervously. Two
wolves. A lot of mice today for some reason. Fox. Usual minority
of lizards. Weasels. Okay. It was 'safe'. Heavy air quotes
around the word 'safe', but hey. The orc took a deep breath - just
there and back. Short excursion. Someone
had to do it and he drew the short straw. And if he wasn't
back in a few hours someone else would also
come under fire. Pulled the hood of his jacket over his head
as much

Victims
of the Capsule Three...
six... nine. Done! Elok sighed, lowering the tablet
he had been squinting at. He was not alone among orcs in loathing
all this new technology making things easier but simultaneously more
annoying - it didn't feel like all that long
ago that he would just have to remember the information, then shout
it at a runner, and then it wasn't his problem anymore. But
now he has to type it onto a stupid tablet with gigantic orc fingers
that were clearly not made for this ki

Surrender
in the Bullman Village "He
- he's coming!" And immediately, the exhausted youth was
the absolute centre of attention in the town. The farmers - most of
them were farmers - dropped conversations, produce, and wagons
altogether to race forward, tails swishing back and forth behind
them. Zigor, however, was first on the scene. He grabbed the
youth with both arms, staring him in the face, upward pointing horns
contrasting the youth's forward-pointing ones, speaking quickly
befo

Unusual
Possession "Yez,
reporting in. Extraction iz complete." The response
couldn't be heard as it was entirely too quiet and was being
transmitted directly
into the 'dwarf's' ear - which is why it looked for all the world
like the 'dwarf' was just standing there in the clearing talking to
himself. "No, no interferenze. Three were zenzed near
the zite, but... Zenzed. I zaid - " The 'dwarf'
sighed. "- Zenzed. Ezz - ee - en - ezz - ee - dee. Iz
not my fault the Gea

Orcish
InteractionsAaaaand
Hkon was knocked to the ground.That... was a hard hit. A
really
hard hit - caught him by surprise. World spinning.Grabbed by
his shoulders.Hoisted to his feet.Gave a half hearted
punch to his assailant. I mean, he knew it wouldn't do
anything, but gorramit he was an orc, he was going to try so long as
- Face slammed into a tree. Just
as
hard.Tusks that was hard.Okay, now he could only barely
lift his arms. The force behind him was relentless, though - kept
him fir

Rio
Tus "A-anything
today?" Tus turned his head, smirking. "No. All
good." "G-good." The timid man
couldn't help but take a step backwards as Tus stepped towards him.
Understandably so, as the orc towered over him by a good three
feet. "More talk?" "N-no, Tus."
The man swallowed. "Thank you very much." The orc
nodded. "Sundown." And with that, he
left. Once he left town, he ran as usual, turning
what could have been a lo

The
Explorer and the Tunnel Master A
tunnel? Technically, Devolon didn't need
to explore it. He already had three gathering sites, which was two
more than his village needed.
But he was a scout due to his natural curiosity, and you know what
they say - Curiosity killed the rat. Into the tunnel. Two
steps in, it became clear that this wasn't a natural tunnel. I mean
sure, there were natural things in
it - a few tree roots around - but those were clearly recent
additions. Although now that he

Master
of Earth It
hurt. Everything hurt. From his teeth to the tip of his
tail everything hurt. Why did his everything hurt? He
didn't like his teeth hurting. He didn't like his tail
hurting. But there was something warm. He couldn't see what
it was, but he could feel it. Warm. Safe. The hurting
would stop.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Had he been
unconscious? He must have been. How long had passed? Days?
Months? It felt like his arms hadn't been used in ages. He
could barely move. Muscles were sore. Whe

The
Tier Knight Nobody
else would have found it heavy. Teleclus really couldn't help
but think about that fact. This wasn't even a very big
jug. In fact, it was maybe a third of the size of a regulation jug.
He'd been lucky that they'd been willing to make him one, or that
they even had one this small. Probably wasn't originally intended to
be
a jug. He plopped it down on the grass, gasping for
air. The jug itself was so heavy he had trouble lifting it
when it was in his backpack, and this wa

First
Time "I...
I dunno, guys." That wasn't the first time Clip had
given that stammered response. And it wasn't the first time the
orc's statement went completely ignored - neither human paid him even
the slightest bit of attention as they undid his belt. "I...
er, uh... b-but guys, uh..." Clip tried again. "I
don't... I mean, you g-got three whole jars this morning, so I dunno
if... er, uh..." "Knock it off, Clip." There.
The human unclipped the or

Childish
Gargoyle Tak
yawned. It had actually been a pretty good morning. He'd
rescued a good six
goblins, not to mention the wolfman family and those couple random
tier. Made him feel pretty good about himself really - now to report
back to camp. His commander would be a touch annoyed with him, but
that was fine too - he'd made the clan a lot of money today and that
would help - - grabbed and yanked into an alleyway. Very
few things could do that to an orc - let alone a soldier. Tak
shifte

A
discussion with the Wolf Pack "Dad?" Tken
smiled. A big smile, with lots of teeth and those two big
tusks. That smile always worried Makan's friends, but it
didn't worry him. It meant he'd done something right. Now, he
didn't know what he'd done,
but he was proud of having done whatever it was. He liked
making his father happy. "You're awake." The
matter of fact way Tken always spoke. Makan hurried down, giving his
father a hug - which was returned. "I'm afraid.&qu

Amber
Prison "H-holy!
HOLY!" What
is
that?! What what what what is that and what is it doing here?! Now
granted, things like this were precisely
why Tyndareos was here. He was a patrol guard - one of three tier
designated for this vital position. Without the patrol guards, an
invasive creature - such as this one - would be free to ambush the
village. He was one of the very few lines of 'defense' the tier had
- as almost any
creature could probably empty the village if they arrived

Becoming
a Wolf Rider "B-Bok
- Bok I, uh..." And Bok gave a grin - one of his scary
grins. Already, the other orcs were chuckling at Pokon's stammering.
Sure, he was only half-orc anyway, but that just meant he was easier
to beat up. And Pokon wasn't acting tough at all. Which
meant the other orcs were shoving him forward. Bok cracked his
knuckles. "I think someone needs a beating. And I'm
pretty horny right about now." Pokon swallowed, but made
his face look like he was

The
Unstoppable Army
"Fire!" Sure,
there were only twenty of them - but the hail of crossbow bolts cut
down many of the attacking orcs. The orcs were completely
unarmoured, and thus had absolutely no defenses against the humans
and their crossbows. Dwarven crossbows, he had to remind
himself. And there was no arguing with the quality - these things
were amazing.
Ten times better than any crossbow made by human hands - and Devin
couldn't even tell what the material
was. "Reload

The
Odago Swamp ...what
was that? Marco
leaned in close, tail swaying back and forth behind himself. That
clearly
wasn't a dwarf - he knew that wasn't a dwarf. It was way too big to
be a dwarf. It was green, just like he was! But wasn't scaled like
he was, and didn't have a tail like he was, and didn't have a snout
like he did, and really looked absolutely nothing
like he did outside of 'being green'. Ooh, and it was even
bigger
than he was? It was!
There really were
creatures bigger than h

Don't
take me to The River Oh
no. Vok
knew that smell. He could pick out that smell out of a thousand -
could pick it out upwind from amidst a giant field of smelly
flowers. Maybe they hadn't seen him. He had to hope they
hadn't seen him. He kept himself behind a tree, sniffing. Maybe
they were just coming his way by coincidence. Please just be coming
this way by coincidence. The enormous greenskin whimpered
softly as he realized they were spreading out to keep him from
running away. 'A wa

An
Unhealthy Fascination "...why
in the nine
hells
haven't you run away yet?!" Raeder tensed. "Er -
" "No." The other weaselman growled. "I
don't have time for you to be stupid
right now. You were the first to know about this since you were the
one who told the rest
of us, yet you're still here. Get.
Out. Of. Here." "Jonell,
I - " "No." Jonell growled again. "Stay
and you'll die. And that'll put the rest of us on the fire.

Alchemical
Gamble "...you're
giving me ten
swords?" "Betting
you." The ratman corrected, nodding. "This is a bet, sir.
A gamble." "State the rules again." The
ratman nodded to the orc. "I am betting you that I can send you
to orgasm in less than a minute with my new alchemical potion and a
little attention. If you hold out for the full minute, I will give
your tribe the masterwork dwarven swords I've collected - ten of
them. And if you lose - &q

Instinctual
Sleep The
door opening woke Zachary up with a start. And then it was
closed very, very quietly. Which caused Zachary to smile - okay, so
that meant Nak was home. It was actually kinda funny - this was
Nak's apartment, and the orc was unquestionably in charge of it.
Heck, Zachary had to beg a bit to be allowed to stay in here since it
was technically meant to be a single person apartment. But
finding a room anywhere
near campus was functionally impossible. Especially if you didn't

Instinctual
Sleep The
door opening woke Zachary up with a start. And then it was
closed very, very quietly. Which caused Zachary to smile - okay, so
that meant Nak was home. It was actually kinda funny - this was
Nak's apartment, and the orc was unquestionably in charge of it.
Heck, Zachary had to beg a bit to be allowed to stay in here since it
was technically meant to be a single person apartment. But
finding a room anywhere
near campus was functionally impossible. Especially if you didn't

Coal
Town Construction Site "Ey!
Keep an eye on that cement!" It could only barely
be heard over the sound of the jackhammer, as the construction site
was hardly ever quiet during work hours. Between all the heavy
machinery being utilized, the various tools, and at the moment a
jackhammer - only at lunch could you even hear yourself think.
Still, Cal's voice carried, as it always did. "I'm
watchin' it." Said response was barely a mutter - as
Trevor kept up the jackhammerin

Fortress
Alliance "Hey,
you the commander?" Captain James Wroughton literally
jumped a foot in the air. When he landed, his sword was out, and he
was facing his attacke - - orcs. Two
orcs. By the Goddess, why were there two
orcs
here? How did they get into this fortress?! Why
were they in this fortress? He knew why. Or well, it
was one of two reasons. One was really
really bad
for his base, the other was... just a little bad for his men. He
bit his lip. "How did you get in m

The
Shaper "Hello?" Dek's
voice echoed through the stone structure. Not a sound - and he had
really keen hearing. Hm. "Hello!" He tried
again. "Anybody?" Man. Last time he did this, he
felt really bad about it, but he stepped inside the door. In which
he paused, checking the stone door - oh crap there was a lock. He
totally forgot other races liked to lock
things. No wonder the door had resisted opening it. He'd
clearly pulled and broken the lock. Oh well.

Moving
in (Quick) What
was that? Davey
stood up, yawning. Okay at this point, honestly, he was probably
hearing things. He'd just spent all
day
moving boxes around, and thus was probably seeing things too at this
point. Moving sucked. He should know, he'd done it a lot
in the past four years. But eh. Came with the job. At
least his air mattress was unpacked. And inflating, which always
felt like it took a couple more decades than it actually did when you
were tired and waiting on it. "

Running
Path Bearmen He
awoke. ...or well, he thought he was awake. There was only
one real sound the orc could hear clearly - the sound of a heartbeat.
One heartbeat, everpresent, thumping in what felt like all around
him. But that didn't mean he was awake. The heartbeat was
constant - ever present. Always the heartbeat. He used it to tell
time, sometimes, since he could count heartbeats as long as he was
awake, but eventually he'd doze off and lose track. How many
days had it been? At le

Away
from the Rain It
wasn't every day that an orc dove
into your shelter. It was actually a couple minutes
later before Vallo was willing to peek back at the rickety shelter,
after having initially responded by running
the heck away as
a good raccoonman should. The shelter was comfortable for him, but
not tremendously so - and yep, there was a orc in there. Gigantic
greenskin, scrunched
up under the technically a shelter, which was really just some
foliage he'd placed there as a temporary re

The
Cobalt Axe A
gentle poke. A yet more gentle poke. But the big orc
remained asleep - snoring all the way. Etal gave an amused sigh,
leaning his head on the big lug's warm gut. Yeah, it was tempting
for him to go to sleep as well. One more poke - and the orc's
sleeping face became a smile. "You're awake, aren't
you?" More poking. "Hey!" "I'm up, I'm
up." The orc's eyes opened, dully. He yawned - opening his
enormous maw. "I was having a good dream.&qu

Four
little bandits. Running through the
keep.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Where's Albright?" Carl
looked around. "You think the bastard
ripped us off again?" "If so, this
time we gut him. He's lucky we didn't gut him after the last time he
screwed us." "Hey, he came back when it mattered,
Davian." "Shut up, Bailey." Davian scowled.
"I bet he found the gold and took off with it." "Look,
we just got separated." Bailey started wa

Far
North
Cold. It
was just too cold. This was where wolves went to find cold.
This was where polar bears went to find cold. This was cold beyond
what any Pamola had ever witnessed - had ever dreamed
of. This was a cold that soaked through your clothes, this was a
cold that soaked through your skin, this was a cold that soaked
through your blood. Katahdin
stumbled, again landing on all fours in the snow. There
actually wasn't very much snow, he'd noticed. It was too cold for
snow. It was t

Playing
with the Roomate Matthew
yawned. Now that
was a rough day. Power went out at work, somehow that was his
fault personally, customers were crazy unreasonable about it, then
the power came on just
in time for a million bratty teenagers to apparently decide 'this is
where they want to eat today', and then his relief didn't show up on
time and he didn't want to get fired by walking off the
job. Phew. This was one day that he was a little glad
that Nak wasn't home. Not for the reasons most p

Within
Metal Orcs This
was impossible. Sure,
most of their attacks weren't getting through. That much /was/
pretty normal - it was a Metal orc, after all. I mean sure, all orcs
could fight like ten men - most of these Earth orcs had been present
at the raid on Castlekeep, which pretty much ended the relevance of
humanity on the continent. They were strong enough to shake the very
foundations of the world. But metal orcs worshipped
battle. They weren't at all the strongest of orcs, they weren

Greeting
the Refugees "Planning
something - can tell easy." "What was that, orc?"
Practically-snarled Lieutenant Michaelson. And there was the
half-orc's usual, frustrating,
smirk. "Sorry, sir. It seems there are two more of the
fishmen - they must be blocking us from getting to something. I am
awaiting your orders." Oh how Lieutenant Michaelson
hated
that. Smirk was gone, replaced by a level face. ...but he
was right. The sharkmen were clearly blocking them

Orc
Statue "Where
the hell is Frank?" Mike clubbed Guyver on the back of
the head. His voice was almost a hiss. "Shut up,
you idiot - you want us to get caught?" Guyver glared
back at him. "Nobody is freaking here except a bunch of
statues, so where the hell is Frank? If we stick around too
long then we will
get caught!" Mike put a finger to his lips. "Shhh!
Keep it down, would you - he's probably at the gift shop. You'd
think robbing the registers would

A
worthy reward "Hey,
McCullen?" The minotaur couldn't respond, but he looked
up. It was Devin again, wearing the same helmet they all
wore. "Whoa, haha, why are you glaring at me? This
isn't bad news this time, honest." McCullen swallowed.
"Yeah, right. Have you ever just shown up with good
news?" "That hurts, buddy, haha. Don't shoot the
messenger and all, right?" "Humans like you don't
get sent to the swamp." "Oh geez, I'm still sorr

Aiding
the Runner "Oh
crap oh crap oh crap!" A rushing orc was a lot faster
than people seemed to realize - and Dox was a prime example of that
rule, given he was a Runner. Granted, elves were faster.
But he could run for multiple days straight - unfortunately, he'd
been
doing that for the past three days now, and pushing himself a bit
more than he should've been. He was tired. But he
was also late. Or
well, that wasn't quite true. He'd gotten the information and taken
off runnin

Office
Worker's Toy "Guess
what time it is?" Trek nearly dropped the box he was
carrying. He knew that voice - it was Steven. Where was
Steven? Hand on his shoulder. "Haha, look at the
orc jump. Still not used to the plugs?" No he wasn't
used to the plugs, no he'd never get used to the plugs. He couldn't
hear.
How did people get around being only barely able to hear? Oh
wait crap,
it was Steven. In a closed off back room. "H-hey
Steven." Okay. Okay, he looked

Artifact
Lesson Aaaaand
Kelo was knocked to the ground. Really, his only hope was
that the guys would lose interest from there and let him up. Best
case scenario, they'd laugh at him, he'd feel stupid,
maybe someone would stomp him, and everyone'd keep going. Worst
case scenario he'd be fucked for the next couple days
and end up with a broken arm. This time it looked like it was
a lot closer to A. He got a kick to the ribs, but otherwise the guys
just kept going. He kept himself on the ground

Maneuverable
and Strong Running
as fast as he can. The Tlakin was, after all, being chased by
a hunter. Nothing encouraged 'run like
blazes'
than something trying to catch and then eat you. Unfortunately,
Tlakin were poor runners. For one thing, they were short and didn't
take the extra series of steps other smaller things did - being two
and a half feet tall was not conducive to large paces. For another,
they were meant for moving long distances through rough terrain - not
just running awa

Bait There
he was. Jalson was already licking his lips.
Teeeeeeeechnically, he was just scouting - looking around to make
sure nothing hostile was around. After all, it was exclusively due
to vigilant patrols by he and the other soldiers that kept the towns
safe from the hawkmen. But seriously, he was here because he
smelled another tier. Tier were the best
things ever.
They were like... like, wandering treats. Weren't all that fast.
No natural weapons. Exceptionally
delicious. Went into

City
of Ciniochas It
was surprisingly dark in here. Kevin could see - but only
barely. Which figured - the place was lousy
with
fangs - there were at least fourty of them in here. Which stood to
reason - they were banned from most of the other bars - but made it
suck when a human had to go into one of their dens. Just being this
close to them made him feel filthy. At
least they all had their collars on. ...actually, Kevin kind
of hoped he'd run into one who didn't.
That brought a smile to h

Delivery
Orc He
remembered the first time that he saw Rek. It was one of
those really hateful days at work that when you come home you just
sort of die on the couch and veg mindlessly for awhile before
realizing that you really do
need to do laundry or dishes or whatever it was that you'd promised
yourself you'd do that afternoon. And then his boss had
called since he'd messed something up, and he now had unpaid overtime
to do the next day, and the sink had clogged up - plus the thief had
. He

One
Clan "This
is suicide." There
wasn't a response. Although to be fair, realistically there probably
wasn't
a response - it was
suicide. There really was no other term for it - what they were
doing had such a large chance of failure that it really wasn't worth
considering. That they were doing it anyway was telling. "I
can't believe
we're doing this." "We know,
Arathkone." Practically-snarled Lotor at him. "We both
had our chances. Now it's Mapachtli's t

Diplomat The
other dwarves were practically falling over themselves at each new
command - but they had
to. Akar was the only dwarf who'd ever managed to even almost
get the orc's attention in a fashion that wasn't 'killing them'. And
it went beyond just neutral interaction - he'd managed to talk
to an orc. And Akar was living it up - it seems the two years
he'd spent in hiding were totally worth it. He'd learned a ton about
orcs - that they felt their way around by sound and smell, not really

Spirit's
Respect "...ugh..." The
orc looked up from his map - yep. Swamp. Pen hated
swamps. Last time he was in a swamp he nearly drowned in a patch of
quicksand. Quickmud? I dunno something like quicksand. Whatever it
was called. The time before that it was some stupid poisonous
insect that stung him and caused his whole arm to swell up. And
anything tough enough to sting through an orc's thick hide would
probably kill
a dwarf, and... ...right. Dwarves. Pen curled up the
map, c

An
Easy Robbery What
kind of a name was 'Triple Mart' anyway? I mean, triple
what?
Triple the prices? The icon thing was of a small bird standing on
an igloo - that had even less to do with this than 'triple mart'...
at least it was a 'mart'. They didn't sell birds or igloos or...
ugh, the sign alone was bugging
him and he hadn't even walked in yet. He shifted his jacket
as a cool gust of wind caught him. He looked around the area,
familiarizing himself with it - it was an older community,

A
Unicorn's Horn The
softest of hums echoed through the air. None of the animals
reacted abnormally in the slightest. The rabbit remained out of its
burrow, gnawing on the plant life. Overhead, a bird continued poking
away at a carefully constructed nest. A lone deer continued to drink
from the small stream. None reacted to the shimmering light
that shone down from the heavens. The soft crystals of pure energy
that were now floating about the area were similarly ignored - and
those refracted