Orcish Male Bandit Chief (Fantasy Creatures)
From Create Your Own Story
Your name had once been important. Now, all that matters is your title. You are Chief to the Gut-Slingers. Perhaps one of the largest orcs there ever was, you stand at the gargantuan height of nine-foot-two. To fit your monstrous height, you've a monstrous amount of muscle. You could easily be mistaken for some sort of green giant with how tall and bulky you are. Numerous scars mark your beastly body. Even your feet have a scar or two each, there's just that many of them. Your largest is a deep cut across your abs you got from charging at and killing a Knight. Your hair is a dark grey, and you have it tied up in a long braid that reaches the floor. Proud of your ungodly size and strength, you wear little armour. You like putting what you have on display.
You and a band of your five closest lieutenants have been stalking a caravan for a few hours now, waiting for the best time to strike. Twin half-elves sit at the reins, and there are a few human guards inside the carriage along with whatever they're transporting. The half-elves are young, maybe eighteen or nineteen, and both male. Identical even down to their clothing, they both have scruffy brown hair and tanned skin. The guards, though you haven't seen much of them, are two human women. They both wear steel armour and carry iron swords. There may yet be more guards than just that, but you've no way of knowing for sure without making a hit.
You and your lieutenants continue stalking the caravan just off the beaten path. You carry a hefty greatsword, too big for practical use by anyone weaker than you. Your lieutenants, mostly orcs like yourself, carry either a bastard sword or a set of daggers. There's Sunkal and Runkal, brothers and the tallest other than yourself. Then there's Ajax and Kunluk, a man and a woman, both addicted to fucking one another whenever there's a spare moment. Lastly, there's Oddball, a tiny elven girl who you've come to know as one of the craziest bastards you've ever met. Despite her size and unimposing appearence, she's the only member of the Gut-Slingers you think could have a chance against you in a fight.
"Chief, if we're doing this thing, we outta do it soon," Ajax tells you. "We're getting awfully close to Georgetown. Might be where they're headed."
"We're gonna leave them alive, right?" asks Oddball. "I'd like a taste of them halfies. Always wanted to have twins."
What do you say?
