Probably not the first time, but yeah.
I sacrificed muscle definition for bulkiness, sorry if that upsets. The rocky, dark green areas are oricalcum scales- a mineral of which the orcs of Argilith carry a high capacity in their bodies. When enraged, the scales will spread over the whole body to create an incredibly versatile and efficient armour.

Brenda's also a lot less crafty, seductive, and teasy than before. She's no literary genius due to her upbringing in the knuckle-dragging culture of orc settlements. However, combine survival skill, strength, durability, and compassion, and I'd argue you've got a valuable friend.


There exists a myth among questers of a behemoth that stalks the beginner "birdsong" region of the Deep Woods. When venturing into the collossal forest of the Deep Woods for the first time, monsters from more dangerous regions of the wood will lie in wait, picking out small fry questers for an easy meal.

The behemoth sees this and bares her fangs.

You're backed up against the wall. Your Quest-Tec equipment is spent. Your energy shield flickers and fizzles away. Your plasma rifle clicks with the telltale noise of an empty clip. Your jump-jet boots are cracked and damaged from when something grabbed you and lobbed you against the ground. Even though you've sent out a distress beacon, you know fine well that the rescue team will likely find your HUD device long since discarded. As your ten-foot-tall, shadow-enveloped assailant looms over you with ravenous intent, you wonder why you hear a second pair of footsteps...

Suddenly your assailant is backpedalling, it's roaring in rage and frustration. Heavy thuds- the sound of pummelling reverberate around you. The noises of your attacker become weakened groans. Muffled, weakened groans.

You look up. Your attacker is replaced with a silohette of something twice its size. This second figure seems to regard you from a distance, panting as it clutches a swollen abdomen. It rises to its feet, chucking a sachet of something in your direction.

She's walking away before you can formulate a response.

She trusts you to get to safety yourself. Her part is done for now. She must leave before the rescue party comes your way. Count your blessings and travel with a party next time, quester. The behemoth of the birdsong region has spotted your plight. You now have a story to tell.

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