Orcish Female Bandit Cheif (Fantasy Creatures)
From Create Your Own Story
Your name is Ishma Blood-Bringer. You're quite tall, especially compared to humans. You stand at the Amazonian height of seven-foot-six, a size that dwarfs even a large number of males of your species. But you're not all height. Over the years, you've needed to garner strength, respect, fear, dread. You've managed to achieve half of that with your shape, and the rest through your actions. You're quite chiselled, and rather brutish. You've a nice collection of scars, too, pale green against your dark-green skin. You wear armour befitting your rank among your peers, steel plate. Makes you look like a knight, but you're anything but. In fact, the knight who once owned the armour was slain by none other than yourself. The helmet was destroyed in your bout, so that's not with you.
You sit upon a throne of sorts, in a large opening within a cave. You own everything around you, from the ground beneath your feet to the mighty ogre to your left. Even your fellow bandits may as well belong to you. Even the orcs among you wouldn't dare challenge your leadership. You brought the Blood-Bringers to glory and riches, fame and notoriety. Not to mention, your ten-foot pet ogre would rip them to pieces if they laid so much as a finger on you.
Before you is a young elven woman. She's bound in chains, and kneeling at your feet. Her captors inform you that she was the sole survivor of a caravan raid of theirs. They want your permission to keep her. As you're about to give them your verdict, the woman spits at you.
"I'd rather die!" she screeches.
One of her captors, a fellow orc, yanks her chain, pulling on her wrists painfully. He smiles, clearly enjoying it. She scowls back at him. You wipe her spittle from your armoured chest.
Do you…
