>>1455458
Orc, female?

>>1455458
>> Animal Person

>>1455458
>> Human

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Giving it until top of the hour because it's first post and I didn't tweet or anything leading up to it.

Plus gotta grab faceclaims for whatever race wins etc.

3 way tie as it stands.

How you doing today anons?

>>1455458
> Orc

>>1455458
>> Lizardfolk

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>>1455514
>>1455501
>>1455493
>>1455492
>>1455489

You are an Orc of the Hulmark tribe. Although nobody in three generations has been given their blood by a shaman; some customs have been kept alive in secret around shared fires and shaded areas.

The Kobolds mostly use your kind to protect them, in exchange for better treatment. However, your distinct cultural identity means that whenever and Orc steps out of line, they are dealt with harshly.

Wheras a Lizardfolk stealing might be given lashes, an Orc who steals will be impaled by their own kin. It is a grim fate, an a slow death.

Being the masters' most trusted means certain comforts, but also a bigger fall should you stray. They fear the orcs most of all.

Opening your eyes and trying to shake off the odd dreams of swimming in oceans with creatures brighter than a gleaming sword - you shake your braided hair free of dirt and head off to work.

> Guard +2 on Combat rolls & Gain a weapon

> Hauler +3 on Strength rolls and 1 stolen item

> Consort +2 on Charisma rolls and a Kobold dotes upon you

> Taskmaster Gain Basic Fire Magic but are hated by all

> Write-In

>>1455553
>Guard +2 on Combat rolls & Gain a weapon

>>1455553
>> Guard +2 on Combat rolls & Gain a weapon

>>1455553
>> Guard +2 on Combat rolls & Gain a weapon

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>>1455563
>>1455562
>>1455560

As you and your Clanmates all stagger to your feet under the reflected light off the gold sky, ther'es a few hangovers to be found in amongst them. Due to the birth of another Orc into the "Mighty" Hulmark clan, you were permitted moonshine from Young Master Jklar's stash, unfortunately your kin indulged heavily.

Now as Gluk stands before you all he has the justificaiton he needs to sneer as he shouts at the top of his scalie lungs the posting.

"Halvik!" He clickss the k in your name like some kind of insect. Fitting. You'd remark upon it were it not for the whip of pure fire clutched his right claw.

"Here." You state plainly, pushing aside old Faruk to tower over the Taskmaster himself.

"Equipment shed!" He spits clearly unhappy he'll have to look at you.

You nod slightly and head inside your lean-to to pick up your prized posession. The weapon you were awarded upon proving yourself as a cunning and brutal fighter in your youth.

> 2h Axe

> 1h Axe

> Sword

> Maul

> Something Crazy

>>1455590
>> 2h Axe
No mystery boxes

>>1455590
>> Maul

>>1455590
> Something Crazy
Brass knuckles

>>1455590
> Maul

>>1455590
>> 2h Axe

>>1455634
>>1455617
>>1455602
>>1455600
>>1455599

Tie = Revote

> Maul

> Greataxe

>>1455638
>> Maul
Revoot

>>1455638
>> Greataxe

>>1455638
> Maul

>>1455638
>Maul

>>1455638
>> Maul

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>>1455681
>>1455672
>>1455648
>>1455642

A maul, handed down through the clan lies next to your bedroll. Gliz and Fal kept making fun of you for practically spooning it, but who could blame a hotblooded orc for getting handsy with this thing? Perfectly weighted, made of a black steel that seems to drink in the light like a thirsty youngling menacing with spikes of bone. Your beau.

Planting it on your shoulders and ducking out of your pitiful dwelling, you begin trudging through the slave camps with a grim face and steely gaze that parts the humans, lizards and animals from your path. Not that you coldn't bodily remove them of course.

Next comes the vineyards themselves, thankfully you don't have much walking to do as a guard - your allotment is extremely close to the equipment shed. Unfortunately for some slaves, they'll collapse somewhere in the thick jungle that spans an eight hour walk from core to outskirts and simply fertilize the next batch.

You wont though. You'll do better. You'll-

"OY GREENY!" Someone drunkenly slurs.

You'll kill this guy. Whoever he is.

"YOU TUSKY -" He pauses, staring up at your unimpressed face.

> Male

> Female

>>1455743
>> Female
Muscle woman.

>>1455743
>> Male

>>1455743
>> Male

>>1455743
>Male
so we can make jokes about the maul being almost as big as our dick.

>>1455763
>>1455758
>>1455757
>>1455747

Called it. Going to write in a second, not feeling too great right now.

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>>1455763
>>1455758
>>1455757
>>1455747

"YOU TUSKY BASTARD!" The human spits, pushing you. Well not so much pushing you as throwing his body at your bare chest. You simply raise an eyebrow at him as he pulls what looks like a sharp piece of glass.

"Are you really trying to shank me with a piece of glass?" You ask incredulous, tilting your body so the hammer end of your maul slams into the dirt. You clutch it lazily as you stare down at the man.

"SHUT UP AND DIE!" He lunges at you, but you put a hand on his forehead and shove him back. The drunkard stumbles onto his ass and looks up at you.

> Kill him

> Defuse the situation peacefully

> Drag his ass to the lords

> Write-In

>>1455824
>> Write-In
knock his ass out

>>1455824
Throw him into a nearby water source, try to sober him before you have to kill him.

>>1455830

That's defuse peacefully.

I should have further explained peacefully means non lethal on this vineyard.

>>1455836
k
> Defuse the situation peacefully
Throw him into the river.

>>1455824
>> Defuse the situation peacefully

>>1455824
>> Defuse the situation peacefully

> Gib 1d20+2

best of 3

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1455874
Rolling the brutish dice.

Rolled 14 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1455874

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1455874

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>>1455892
>>1455881
>>1455879

It's a good thing you're the orc he decided to pick a fight with, because anyone else would kill this fucker.

He lunges in and you simply take the glass shiv on your sides without so much as blinking; gripping a shoulder in each of your huge hands you lift him into the air.

"Apologize." You growl, moving your scarred face so close two little lines of blood run down his cheeks from where your tusks are stabbing him.

You begin to smell urine as he stutters, "S-s-soooryyy."

"Good."

You employ the ancient orcish non lethal takedown from the original Hulmark martial art of Brawling. You arm your head into his. Sending him flying nine feet from you in a broken heap on the ground, a small crowd looks at him with disgust as you simply go on your way.

The equipment shack looms in the distance and you can see a small line already forming. Distribution is not for another 45 minutes, yet some earlybird slaves have worked out that the best tools get given to the first to arrive.

Now it's a case of posting by the door and waiting for Gluk with his keys and looking initmidating.

> Today's going to fly in [3 encounters]

> Another day just like any other [5 encounters]

> Today's going to drag in [6 encounters]

>>1455917
>> Another day just like any other [5 encounters]

>>1455917
>> Another day just like any other [5 encounters]

>>1455917
>> Another day just like any other [5 encounters]

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>>1455934
>>1455927
>>1455925

Finally Gluk and his flaming whip comes and unlocks the shed, almost eight minutes late. Thankfully for you, the slaves at the front are familiar enough with you not to cause you to pick up the Maul embedded in the dirt in front of you. The closest to trouble was one slave vocally bitching about what would happen if they were eight minutes late.

This is silenced by a stony look. The same Stony look you have given each slave you've patted down when leaving the shed.

They hand you sheets with what they are permitted to take, but like most of the orcs - you can't read.

Your first odd moment is three hours into the day, a lizardman with green scales and red eyes enters the shed fully nude. He comes out wearing protective equipment, with a hoe and sickle attached to the back of his suit.

He hands you the paper that tells you what he's allowed. Patting him down you also find he has taken a carving knife and a rune you can't identify.

> Yeah no, you die.

> I need to check this with Gluk.

> Intimidate

> You're coming to see the masters.

>>1456011
>> I need to check this with Gluk.

>>1456011
>> I need to check this with Gluk.

I got Pathfinder in 2 hours so updates are gonna slow to a crawl right now.

Blood Bowl started early, may continue after the session.

>>1456011
>> I need to check this with Gluk.
Hopefully Gluk can read.

>>1456966
>>1456048
>>1456033

You grab the lizardman by his throat and pull him in close, "We're checking in with Gluk." you say, slamming the doors to the equipment shed closed. Pointing at an Orc not long past his ageing you inform him nobody goes in or out.

The lizardman in your hand tries to stutter something at you, but you tighten you grip and begin marching towards the house with Maul strapped in place on your back. Weapons shant be drawn near the estate.

> 1d20 Best of 3 to find Gluk DC11

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1457418
Dices

>>1457427

The Starborn Curse. It continues.

Good thing I'm going to bed eh?

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1457418

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1457418

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>>1457475
>>1457474
>>1457427

By the time you eventually find Gluk, the lizardman in your hands ahs gone limp and blue. His head lolls to the side and no breathe is drawn from his lungs.

Whoops.

Gluk is on the inside of this shack and sticking your head through the opening, you see him and a animal woman - some kind of rodent by appearance.

She is on all fours and the lizardman is going about his business like the disgusting flifthy animal he is.

Look who just got some blackmail material. Gluk's consorting with one of the masters' consorts.

> Tell him you had to kill someone over a suspicious order.

> Tell him you need him at the shed today, some slaves will get a beating but with him there they cant sneak equipment out.

> A consort willing to consort outside the masters? Drag the two of them to the Estate.

> Write-In

>>1459512
>> Tell him you had to kill someone over a suspicious order.

>>1459512
>> Tell him you had to kill someone over a suspicious order.

>>1459512
>> Tell him you had to kill someone over a suspicious order.

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>>1459532
>>1459553
>>1459664

"Gluk!" You roar punching the side of the shelter, causing it to shake and the consort inside to squeal.

The taskmaster appears pulling up his breeches in a hurried manner, "By silph-" He freezes when he looks at you, towering over him with arms crossed. The tow of you lock eyes and his scales click together as his eyes widen at the knowledge he's been caught. Like a vinerat surrounded by starving slaves he looks puzzled and terrified.

"I had to kill a slave for a suspicious order. Nobody on shed duty reads." You say offering the paper to him.

He scoffs looking at it, "This is clearly forged you big oaf I hope you-"

You tilt your head at the corpse you left in the dirt. "Excellent work Halvik." He says. "I will accompany you back to the shed."

"Good." You respond dully striding away. You notice sparks flicker in his hand as he briefly considers turning his whip on you. A look tells him that would be most unwise.

"What will it take to keep quiet about this... dalliance?" He asks after twenty minutes walk.

> A favour. At a time of my choosing I will call it in.

> Meet me tonight and bring your papers. A taskmaster's papers can get you very far; you're escpaing.

> I want house duty every day. Time to kill these furry kobold fucks who've enslaved so many.

> Write-In

>>1459673
>> I want house duty every day. Time to kill these furry kobold fucks who've enslaved so many.

>>1459673
>> A favour. At a time of my choosing I will call it in.

>>1459673
>> I want house duty every day. Time to kill these furry kobold fucks who've enslaved so many.

>>1459700
>>1459689
>>1459688

"House Duty." You demand in a voice that rumbles like a tremor.

"House Duty?" He squaks.

"Every shift. House Duty."

"Yes. Fine, but then Cel and I."

"You have my confidence. Unless you cross me." You warn, the timing coincidental as you fix a pointed look at the pits in which bodies are being flung for burning.

Upon your return you notice the slaves have gotten a tad boisterous about falling behind on their numbers due to this delay. Gluk manifests his whip and lashes a few of the ringleaders, but for it to truly die you have to roar at the top of your lungs.

The cowards fall in line as always. But with Gluk and you both on the door, the shed is soon reopened and processing requests far faster than average,

> Focus on duties [Next Event]

> Plot on what you'll do on house duty [TIMESKIP]

> Write-In

>>1460012
>> Focus on duties [Next Event]

>>1460012
>> Focus on duties [Next Event]

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>>1460263
>>1460043

In an effort not to make it look like your visit to Gluk has given you any favour; you've been left to watch the shed during Lunch. Which means you're going to get double for dinner, a concept which is cold comfort when your stomach is twisting itself into knots with each passing second.

Your boredom is lifted by the sight of a bunch of slaves dragging a sturglging form behind them, you don't quite make out what they're dragging - but it's kicking, screaming and fighting all the way.

Honestly from this distance it's more of a dustcloud with almost a dozen shapes in it.

> Go check it out

> Not your business

> Shout at them to come here 1d20

> Write-In

>>1460354
>> Go check it out

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1460354
>> Shout at them to come here 1d20

>>1460354
>Go check it out

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1460354


> Shout at them to come here 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1460354
>> Shout at them to come here 1d20

I'm only in for an hour before going to finace's so archiving. Will pickup this sidestory when I can between Starborn mainline. Next OP will be this decision.

- Star.