"The entire camp rested at the base of a mountain, with a sloping ledge and trails at its edge that led down past rocky brushland to a dense treeline. Many of the camp’s shelters were thus carved into the rocky outcrops and cliff faces, though tents and crude wooden buildings were scattered around as well. Usually only the stronger or more renown monsters lived in the natural caves, with the rest being forced to make do with tents and teepees—in the case of some poor Grunts, it was the best they could do to make an A-frame shelter with a bed of leaves."

"The orcs’ settlement was essentially on the bottom of a wide, ramping valley that only went a short distance vertically up the mountain base—but being backed into the rockface at least seemed like a good defensive strategy."

"The Shaman enjoyed a rather cozy home by comparison: the cave itself was set at an angle to a curved rock face, and the lean-to had been built as an extension of sorts. It was similar, perhaps, to a covered patio or porch built as an add-on to a human house. A few of the Shaman’s personal belongings and knicknacks could be seen around the corner of the stone entry, but the outer area seemed to serve as her “workshop,” or ritual area…maybe even a lab?"

"Several tall wooden posts had been planted into the earth, and thinner branches formed a frame for a sloping straw roof on one side. Underneath this shed, a furnace of fired clay bricks had been built along with bellows made from animal skins. Crude tables of both wood and stone held various tools and a few works in progress, although for a "blacksmith" it seemed like he worked as much with tree branches and knapped blades as much as he did with any actual metal. In place of an anvil he simply had a huge, square slab of stone."

"Shamar, the Head Hunter of the tribe, could be seen near a large, yurt-like dwelling on the far western side of the camp, in an area of flat, unshaded rock. Away from the hustle and bustle of most other orcs, it was unclear whether she settled here out of personal taste... or because the fumes from her animal pelts, stretched and tanning in the sun, were so strong. Even to an orc's nose, they were unpleasantly pungent. The finished product of her pelts could be seen in her home's construction, stitched together in a multitude of colors with fur still attached.

Wooden sawhorses were draped with fresh hides for scraping. Numerous drying racks encircled the fire, which also had a large spit for roasting chunks of meat. Another rack on the other side of the yurt held the strung up carcasses of recent kills as they bled out into bowls made from wood and stone lying underneath them."

Agronak dwells in a more ornate home than any other orc, one that's been properly constructed to take advantage of the mountainous terrain. His personal room is within the cabin-like structure near the top, while the chamber beneath is a communal area of sorts where the tribes elders and those directly under the Warchief's command will occasionally meet. Agronak's bodyguards can often be seen standing at the bottom of the first set of stairs, preventing public access to the commune unless they're accompanying the warchief himself.

"Most Orc infants and Runts still too young to hunt stuck to the Brood Pit, a large, circular dugout beneath an overhang of rock. The Brood Pit’s name came from the fact that this was where baby orcs were left while the broodmothers went about their other activities. Hidden from the sight of flying raptors by the rocks, and kept from escaping by the walls of the pit and several guards who were always on duty, the infants would be quite safe here until they matured into proper Runts. The wetnurses, a couple of pudgy, older Orc females, were responsible for gathering the babies up and hushing them with food—such as fat, squirming grubworms and some kind of pasty gray gruel. A protective wooden fence atop the raised earth on the sides of the pit offers extra protection, but it's mostly to keep the little ones inside."

"A handful of rickety towers were scattered throughout the camp, with the larger ones incorporated into the wooden palisades towards the front of the valley. Made from rough-cut timber stacked somewhat like a game of Jenga, these wobbly structures had ladders made from rope, sticks, and occasionally a long bone by which Orc Grunts scrambled up to serve as lookouts. The lighter demonkin had an easier time climbing the towers without bringing the whole thing down on top of them, though more than one of the tribe had cracked their thick skulls on the ground after a collapse or a tumble. Older than Runts but still not full-grown, these adolescents had often poked fun at the younger Orcs by taunting them, stealing food, and occasionally throwing things at them in the brood pit."

Roughly an hour’s walk from the camp, in a northerly direction along the scrubby, gravel-covered slopes between the trees and the mountainside proper, a valley opened up where a fast-moving stream came down a long slope and meandered off into the woods. Within this valley, there were several cracks and clefts in the rock walls to either side, and one of these was larger and darker than the others. It looked to be a talus cave of some sort, where the collapse of rocks who knew how many eons ago created a roof that was piled high with detritus and topsoil over the years. A short climb would allow one to see over the lip of the ground and down into a slanted, slippery passage...but this open chamber of the cave was still somewhat cramped, and a much narrower passageway further into the depths sat at its back, where the shadows hid what else might lie down that path. Yet, one could feel a cool draft coming out of the rock, which meant there had to be more to this cave than met the eyes...

A part of the cave wall looked dark and smooth and slightly wet, yet within it were faint sprinkles of lighter material, like individual grains of sand. It was clearly a different kind of stone from the rest of the material around it…

And deeper into the cleft in the rock, the narrow passage, along the right-hand side of the wall there was another difference in the stony layers. Standing out from the crags around it was a jagged part of the wall with a yellowish color and a metallic luster. It bore what looked to be scratch marks in several places. A distinctive black streak with green flecks crossed the uneven surface, as if drawn there with paint.

The narrow passage widened again after only a few feet, into a chamber that had a lower ceiling. That chamber slowly began to slope upwards and turn on itself, like a spiral ramp deeper into the mountain.

The smooth floor rose around the bend like a spiral staircase designed by a drunkard with no measuring tools, then opened up into a long tunnel, almost a natural hallway. Its upward slope continued, though at a lesser grade, and here and there stalactites and stalagmites formed a sort of stony forest. They were all smooth and...almost milky, to the touch. Some of them had points that came to sharper tips, or at least thin enough that they might pass for sharp if they weren't wet. However, past this point, the sunlight from the outside could no longer reach.

The southern edge of the mountain range beyond the Orc Camp started to fall in elevation instead. The ground was covered in gravel, save where a few scrubby bushes popped up here and there, and the rocky slopes were more shallow. They weren't exactly smooth, but didn't have the sharp edges and crags like the cliffsides in the northern valley near the other cave. A Runt could probably climb them by hand without slipping and falling off, since there were ridges flat enough to rest on. But, every so often, a cave or dip in the trails could be seen--no doubt there were still creatures lurking about up there.

Eventually a couple of scraggly trees and a patch of stubbly grass appeared in sight. The entrance of the cave here was much wider and taller than the one up north, a washout or sinkhole that had filled with silt and stabilized over who knew how long. It went down into the earth like caves should, a distance that would be like taking two or three steps at once. Due to its breadth, however, the entrance let in lots of sunlight, so one could see what was probably a little over twenty feet into the tunnel.

The tunnel was relatively wide, making it easy for at least two runts to creep alongside one another but with plenty of space between them, and the walls. There wasn't much for the first thirty feet or so, just rocks and dirt. However, a couple of rocks looked sizeable enough to serve as tools, both of the sharp edged variety and the simple blunt kind. In one area of shadow near the wall, in what looked like a little mound of soft earth left by a burrowing animal long ago, the distinctive Red Cream mushrooms were growing ripe.

Past this point, however, the tunnel forked. The right hand side remained fairly open and clear. In the left hand fork, the tunnel took a sharp and narrow turn between the rocks...but, creeping out of that path like clusters of ivy, was something white and thick...almost like a stretched out piece of cotton candy.

After about an hour of traveling, heading first east towards a high cliff in the Forest outside the Orc Camp and then turning northward, one would come to a small clearing just before the woods seemed to transition to older, darker, and more crowded growth. Even during the broad daylight, the trees were dense enough here, and the canopy dark enough, that a gently rolling mist creeped low to the ground. The area was rich with valuable mushrooms, wood, and animal life...but also many hidden and unexplored dangers...

QUESTS ADDED!
Quest: Get Ore for Bowbh
Quest Giver: Bowbh the Blacksmith
Quest Details: Bowbh needs more ore to make various things for the tribe. If you bring him at least 5 Ore Pieces, he will forge you one item of your choice (so long as the needed materials are available). No time limit.
Other Options:

Bring an Ore of High Quality
Bring more than 5 Ore Pieces
Bring a Rare Ore

Quest: Get Fish for Shamar
Quest Giver: Shamar the Head Hunter
Quest Details: Shamar wants fish if you want to trade for clothing. If you bring her at least 3 Fish from the Southeast Lake, she will give you one item of your choice (so long as the needed materials are available). No time limit.
Other Options:

Bring at least 1 Fish of High Quality
Bring more than 3 Fish
Bring a Rare Fish

Shamar has given you 1 Long Braided Fishing Line and 1 Bone Hook.
SYSTEM: Grunthor

Appearance:
Agar has the normal light green skin of his clan with black hair naturally growing down the center of his head towards his neck giving him a natural mow hawk. His yellow eyes hold a sense of understanding that would be rare to see in younger orc’s with his left tusk only slightly more pronounced then his right. A bit leaner and taller than some of his peers but only slightly.

Name: Agar (Pronounced A-gar)

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Isekai Skill - Field Scan - Rank I - Ingested Skill. Detect life signs around the user within 30 feet, and remain aware of them for 1 minute.
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age: 45

Past Life:
Agar was once known as Johnathan, a man from the great state and forests of Montana. Now his upbringing wasn’t much to be known about. A healthy relationship with his parents and brothers, growing up on a cattle ranch, and doing okay through high school. Nothing spectacular other than a few good games of football and enjoying his time hunting and fishing with his family.

After high school he joined up with the army infantry, eventually made it through ranger school and went on to serve two tours in Afghanistan leading a few squads of men and women. The time he served really got him a good understanding of leadership and the absolute worst that humanity could do and be. Some of those things never really leave you. After 5 years and luckily no serious combat injuries Johnathan was honorably discharged at the rank of Staff Sergeant.

Returning to his family home he quickly returned to the ranching life style. A ranch with equal amounts of valley and mountainside acreage at about 500 acers and 200 heads of cattle at any given time. The ranch always had work to be done. He himself found most of his time spent under the stars, repairing fence by horseback, and keeping the predator population in check. It is not an uncommon sight to find a large bear, pack of wolves, or some big cat harassing the heard. Never finding that he was afraid of them out in the forest by himself, close encounters sure but never afraid.

The beauty of the natural areas he always found himself in was not lost on him. Finding song sure did help to pass the time and fight his demons. Normally finding himself singing country or rock songs for his friends and family or just the cattle in the mountains. Solitude was no stranger to him and it wasn’t abnormal for him to go wander off into the forest for a week or two and come back fine. The army taught him discipline, his family taught him how to survive, and the forest taught him how to thrive.

One day while making a run into town with his pa to get some medicine for one of their dogs he met the local veterinarian. A cute blue eyed red head with a personality as hot as her red hair and a love for all animals. It wasn’t too long before they were dating then married. They built a house on the ranch and had a couple kids. If you were to ask him he would say he was a good dad and tried his best every day to be a good man, always there to help if you called.

One early winter morning he was coming back from taking his boys to school. There was a storm coming in and he was sure to make the point that a small storm wouldn’t stop them from going to school. Both of his boys were in high school with one planning to join the army after graduating. The storm came in on his way back home strong, with the already snow packed and icy roads it was dangerous but not something he wasn’t used to. The driver of the fully loaded 18 wheeler hauling steel beams did not have the experience that he did. In a moment of the thick snow fall and a patch of ice the big rig entered his lane. The last thing he remembered was the horn of the truck and then nothing.

New Life:
where in da hell am I?

Name: Akeno

Current Stats:
Level: 4 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Martial Arts (Goju-ryu) - Rank I - Increase physical power and close combat accuracy when there is no weapon equipped. Individual Styles may have secondary effects that imitate, alter, or tie into other skills. At Rank I, this Skill must be actively triggered, and consumes extra stamina when active.
  • Goju-ryu, the Hard-Soft Method: Secondary effect produces an additional medium boost to counter attacks after receiving a blow with the traditional blocks and adds a small defensive boost following the block.
• [Fire Bolt] - Rank I - A basic elemental bolt of fire magic. Hurl or shoot a magical projectile roughly 30 feet in a straight line. It travels at roughly the same speed you could physically propel a small rock. Upon striking a target, the flames spread over it in a small explosion; highly flammable targets may spread the flame for up to 10 seconds.
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
• Bowhorn Deer Vest - Equip, Armor - A simple leather vest, but Bowhorn hide is tougher than that of a normal deer. It is somewhat resistant to physical damage, though less so against Slashing blades. Light Defense Boost!
• Red Cream Mushroom – Consumable – A white stalked, bulbous red mushroom with little green, almost gel like pustules on top of it. Edible. If the head is cut the ooze inside can be used to keep wounds from getting infected and reduce inflammation. One ingredient of a Healing Salve.

True Age: 18

Past Life:
Born and raised in Miami, Florida, Akeno is the daughter of Japanese immigrants, her parent’s second child and the first one born on American soil. When moving to America for her father’s work, her parents wanted to bring as much of their culture with them as possible, both being fairly traditional and old fashioned in terms of their beliefs and values. As such, Akeno grew up very much immersed in and aware of Japanese culture despite never visiting the country herself; she learned to speak English and Japanese alongside each other, ate Japanese food, and learned Japanese history. Furthermore, her parents still follow a number of Shinto traditions, though they have had to let several traditions slip away due to the fact that following them is harder in America than back in Japan; Akeno does not consider herself to be religious, mostly because Shinto isn’t a ‘religion’ in that sense, but still follows some of the Shinto traditions alongside her family.

Growing up, Akeno was close to her older brother at first, until their differing relationships with their parents drove a divide between them. Being the oldest and also being the only boy, her brother was seen as the golden child in their eyes, especially her mother; Akeno was constantly compared to him, always unfavourably, always getting in trouble for things they both did. If she failed to do something, she was told to be more like her brother, who never failed. If she succeeded, then she was just meeting the expectations her sibling had set, which was not worthy of praise. As she grew older she would try to fight back against these double standards, to little success, but it was seeing how her brother failed to do the same, never standing up for her or supporting her, that finally soured their relationship.

Even after this, Akeno still tried to appease her parents; to be seen to be as good as her brother in their eyes, if only to spite them and prove that she could. Academically Akeno was an average to above average student, always managing to pass her classes even if she didn’t excel at anything in particular. When her parents, particularly her mother, pressured her to try and do better, Akeno worked herself as hard as she could in order to push her grades higher. Through this effort, and many late nights of studying, she was able achieve straight A’s. However, even this wasn’t enough to please her parents who instead simply changed to criticising her studying habits and late nights instead, leaving Akeno despondent. By the time Akeno was finishing elementary school and starting middle school she was burned out from trying to maintain an impossible standard and had given up trying to please her parents academically or trying to compete with a brother who she had long since stopped looking up to.

In her final year of elementary school her parents tried to push her towards taking up an extracurricular activity. Her brother, of course, was already taking part in one by being on his school’s soccer team and this was another push to be more like him; her parents likely wanted her to take up a sport of some kind as well, or at least join a club that would look good on applications. She had no interest in this and wanted to just tell them no, but parents were insistent and Akeno decided to choose something that they would never approve of in an attempt to get them to drop the issue. She knew that her mother hated the idea of her brother doing anything dangerous, vetoing any sport with contact rules and even initially feeling uneasy with him playing a sport with as much risk of injury as soccer; as such when it was her turn to pick Akeno said she wanted to do a martial art of some kind thinking that the same would apply to her. Initially things went as expected with her parents telling her to pick something else, even making suggestions, but Akeno was adamant in the hopes they would give up. But to her surprise her father ended up changing his mind and agreeing to her taking up a martial art, with her mother reluctantly agreeing to it as well with the caveat that she wouldn’t actually be fighting anyone.

Because of this Akeno found herself enrolled at a Gōjū-ryū karate dojo to learn the sport variant of the martial art. She had only been half serious when suggesting it, but Akeno was forced to take the lessons seriously; otherwise she would have to admit to her parents that she didn’t actually want to learn karate in the first place, which would be a humiliating thing to admit after putting her foot down on the matter. She threw herself into her lessons at the dojo with vigour, if not quite enthusiasm, and initially struggled due to her level of fitness and being unable to follow the lessons properly. She wanted to quit, but was already committed, and at some point things just began to click; the lessons became easier to understand and when she hit puberty and had a growth spurt, shooting up in height, things became even easier. Despite her insincere reasons for starting, Akeno quickly grew to enjoy karate after that.

A year later Akeno expressed a desire to enter tournaments; sport karate, point-based with light contact and padding. Her parents were initially against it as it specifically went against her mother’s caveat of her not fighting anyone, but her father was quick to change his mind when she set out of convince him and she assured him it was safe. A few years after that, around when she entered high school, she decided wanted to take the next step and start learning the traditional version of karate instead of the sport variant and also to begin competing in full contact tournaments. She knew that this time it would be a lot harder to convince her parents to let her do this however and she spent most of her summer holiday after graduating middle school working up the courage to ask for permission, expecting to be completely forbidden from even trying full-contact karate and willing to fight her case in response. What followed was the longest and loudest fight she had ever had in her life, as she and her mother argued back and forth with no end in sight, neither one of them willing to budge on the matter. Once again, her father choosing to side with her was the deciding factor saying that he would support her desire to take part in full-contact tournaments so long as she was sure it was what she wanted. At her next lesson her father made the necessary arrangements for her to transfer to the traditional karate classes; she has since managed to obtain her black belt at the beginning of her final year of high school and regularly entered both sports and full contact tournaments.

At the time of her death, Akeno was rapidly approaching graduation and had already applied to and had been accepted to the university of her choice; she was entirely sure what it is she wanted to do with her life and had been planning to study English literature in the meantime. It ended up being a moot issue however when she was cornered by a mugger on her way home from school one day. She didn’t try to fight back, her experience with fighting was good enough she knew not to try anything against the knife he was holding, and was prepared to just hand over her wallet and phone and get it over with; it probably would have worked and she would have made it home safe, had someone not stumbled across them and shouted out, startling the mugger into lashing out and stabbing her somewhere vital.

Maybe she should have fought back anyway.

New Life:
Day 0, Orc Runt > Awakening

Name (Former): Federico

Name (New): Rik

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Aura - Rank I - Reduce damage from physical attacks while burning Magic Power. Stronger attacks will require greater amounts of MP to nullify. At Rank I, damage from non-Skills can be reduced as much as 50%, but Skill-enhanced damage will break the Aura.
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age: 52 years, 2 months

Past Life: "You'll never be a man like that". "Big boys don't cry". "Toughen up". Words and phrases that repeated across Federico's childhood, more often than not echoed by the smack of a leather belt that tried to deafen the shout piercing his ears. He was unlucky to be the second son, as everything he did was compared with the standard set by his elder just a year prior. "He didn't need help". "Why can't you be like him?". "You really are useless". He had no hobbies. None that he could call his own, anyway. Like every other kid in the neighborhood, he played football on the dirt of the streets with goals made of shirts and buckets. Unlike his brother, he was left for the near last, given his lack of coordination. He grew out of it, but kids rarely forget these things. "God, you suck". "Why do you keep bringing him along?". "Hey, watch out!". It was a poor neighborhood, so the roads weren't well maintained. And some cars weren't either. There was little time to move out of the street, and he had frozen in place. His brother, though, was better than that.

The beatings stopped, for a time. The shouts went silent. The belt didn't come out anymore. All that remained was quiet, bitter contempt. Resentment. Blame. It was too cruel to be stated, but too present to be ignored. "It's your fault". "Why did it have to be him? Why are we stuck with you?". Any cheer the house might've had disappeared. All that was left was an empty bunk, and an unattainable standard. One that'd loomed over Federico for the rest of his days to come.

Years passed. His grades improved. His performance as well. He was now the first pick for sports. There were girls that had crushes on him. The teachers and parents approved of him. How decent he was. How reliable. What a catch, what a catch. He had a bright future ahead of him. He seemed to have adjusted well after the traged, but that was so far from the truth. It was the tragedy that fueled him. The other's didn't know, but there was always someone better. Someone who'd do better than he was doing now, if he hadn't stayed still that one day.

He got married, after a while. He got a decent job, and was progressing through the corporate ladder. He was amicable. Relatable. A good leader, one who led by example. One who always had a solution for everything. His department was improving. But it could always be better, right? Fernando? We could've saved more. We could've made bigger profits. I missed a bit of salt here. I should've known there'd be an offer around the corner. He lacked joy. He lacked happiness. All that remained within him was the bitter resentment that had pushed him forwards towards success. He knew no other way of living. He hadn't learned any other path. And his wife knew that all it'd take was one misstep.

"Nothing that can be done, Fede". "We'll contact you later in regards to your severance". "I'm sorry. Goodbye". It took only a year. On his way to a promotion, a subordinate made a mistake. He promised to take care of it. He bit much more than he could chew. He should've known better. He should've have dug that deep. He shouldn't have said anything at all. Every company has skeletons in its closet. Good values are bad for business. He had nowhere to go after this. And he knew. He knew, deep in his heart, that Fernando would've known better.

He turned to the bottle. To the slots. To the horses. Why would someone hire a fuck up like him, after all? He was reluctant to step out of misery, finding it more comforting that the ghost of his resentful father. His wife left him, taking their son as well. He knew it was his fault, but what could he do? He had no chance at a future. He didn't deserve it. He had already stolen his from someone far more deserving from it.

Fate soon set to make right when the man himself didn't dare to make the step. Empty bottles littered the table. His stomach grumbled. He turned on the stove. Checked the fridge, and saw he had nothing, and cursed himself under his breath as he hobbled upon a couch. He passed out soon after, unaware of a flame having gone off and the gas seeping through the kitchen as the hours passed. All it took was a single spark for all to be made right again.

To give this man a second chance.
New Life:
Day 1, Orc Runt >

Name (Former): Lilith Maria Rowell

Name (Current): Lazash

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Creature Analysis - Rank I - Upon analyzing a target, information relevant to the chosen type will be displayed. Higher Ranks will grant more detailed information. (For example, using Creature Analysis on a Slime would tell you the most generic, widely known information on Slimes as a species)
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age: 31 years, 6 months

Past Life:

An incredible photographic memory. Academic excellence and learning capabilities on the level of a genius child prodigy. Gifts of her person that many would praise , even as her academic capabilities exponentially accelerated her up in the world. Gifts from birth that many would look upon with the greenest of envy, even as they tried to isolate and diminish her. Born of a relatively ‘average’, for whatever the word was worth, middle-class suburban household in the USA, she was the third of four children and given just as much love as the rest from the start. Her gifts and the encouragement to use them propelled her to get her first master’s degree in Mechanical Engineering by the age of twelve, and saw her garner both praise and isolation from her own age group alike. She did not know great hardships for a long time in her life, but she did often find herself watching things from the sidelines. Observing. Taking mental notes.

Where did someone like her belong? It was hard to think about that, as she had little choice in it for much of her life due to being underaged. But with all her gifts her life seemed certain to become something incredible, to achieve something amazing-

And yet all the gifts in the world weren’t preparation for what came next.

What came next would be a three-year-long stint on an uninhabited island in the Pacific, her being the only survivor of a shipwreck at sea where she’d been taken on a scuba-diving trip by an uncle from Honolulu, that shook her out of the world she’d been in before. Little food, the heat of the scorching sun, the dangers of the tempting salty water, and at the age of sixteen she would manage her own survival by the will to live and skin of her teeth before discovery by a passing cargo ship (when she lit a large signal fire she’d carefully constructed for some time before to try to signal it). It was this, and her passage into adulthood, that would eventually mark her in a way that nothing else in her life had. Survival. An awoken desire to live that she had never known before, a resilience born from harsh conditions and a number of near-death instances out there, but all of which she would never forget.

She would return to her education and achieve greater heights after her recovery, though a path having been wrought clear before her more than ever before and her life in control of her own two hands. Lilith would work to become a Civil Engineer, with a supplementary education fitting for an Architect, and this would be the field she would end up in. At the same time, however, her life of survival would not simply go away after the episode of survival in her youth. She would survive two lightning strikes, being stuck underwater for two days in an air pocket of a capsized ship over deeper underwater before being rescued, and getting out alive from two horrendous car crashes. Each time she pulled herself out of the other end, pushing onward with a seemingly renewed vigor to live and thrive each time.

Ultimately, however, it would be as she was on her way to meet with a special high-profile client for the company she worked for that her life would be abruptly cut off. Walking through an airport parking lot of her own design to get to the airport inside, a fleeing suspect driving away from police would dip into the airport parking lot in some attempt to lose the police chasing him after he’d kidnapped someone. In the process, she would be struck by the criminal’s truck as the driver got distracted looking behind himself and ran her at a whopping 88 miles per hour.

Cue waking up as something else somewhere else. On one hand, she could and would never forget what had forged her in the fires of her past. But what was a new chance at life, if not using and living it to its fullest extent? Besides, having been born beautiful this time around (by some race out there's standards she would suppose) would itself be a most curious additional factor in her new life as well.

New Life:

Day 1, Orc Runt >

Name: Ushnekh

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Earth Wave - Rank I - An AOE spell focused on the caster, with the associated Element's effect. At Rank I, Earth Wave creates a seismic movement within a 5 foot radius all around the caster, violently throwing targets affected by it to the ground where they're battered and pushed until they're outside the area of effect. Even if a target manages to keep their balance, moving over the terrain becomes very difficult.
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age: 32

Past Life:

New Life:
Day 0, Ork Runt > Awakening

Name:
Past life = Veronica
Currently = Vola

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Rune Scribe - Rank I - Isekai Skill. Normally, this Skill requires the User to be capable of at least one other Magic Skill. Use a personal writing system to imbue magical effects. At Rank I, the scribed Rune has only half the effectiveness of the original Spell and fades after 1 day. (For example, one could use this with a piece of parchment to produce a consumable Scroll of Fire Bolt--or place the Rune somewhere in the environment with certain spells to create a sort of booby-trap.)
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age:
23 Years, 7 Months

Past Life:
As the oldest of three children born to a normal middle-class household, Veronica had a normal and happy upbringing with her only complaint having to babysit her twin brothers on occasion. From a small town, where everybody knows one another, Veronica was raised to be a friendly and kind person and to always treat others with respect. She was known around the neighbourhood as a nice and helpful girl who was always ready to lend a hand if asked. However living in a small town came with the drawback of it having little to offer in the ways of big city distractions. As such, she spent most of her days with her nose buried in a book. She loved the escape that a good story could bring and all the new things that an interesting book could teach her. Veronica would read anything, from gripping fantasy novels, to books that told her how to make her own candles, to books with interesting facts about ants. She loved reading so much that throughout her highschool life she had a part time job in her hometown’s small library, during which she probably read every book inside of it at least once. Her second great passion in life is animals, especially of the feline variety. Many an afternoon as spent feeding local strays and cuddling with the family cat while inhaling her newest book. When it came time or her to decide what to do with her life, she decided to follow in her mothers footsteps and get a degree in teaching, so that she might pass on a love of reading to the children that she’ll teach. When she was 23, Veronica had finally completed her degree with high marks and was rewarded for her efforts with a job offer at a primary school the town over. It was a bittersweet occasion, having to move so far away from home, but it was an adventure that she was looking forward to, though not one that she would be able to complete. As she was moving into her new apartment, the movers that she hired accidentally dropped the large box containing her bedframe down the stairs and as she scrambled to get out of the way she tripped and fell, her head cracking open against the railing. The next thing she knew, her eyes were opening to the face of an orc and starting her new life as Vola.

New Life:
Day 1, Orc Runt >

Name:
Sarvok
Formerly, Sarena

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Holy Bolt - Rank I - A basic elemental bolt of holy magic. Hurl or shoot a magical projectile roughly 30 feet in a straight line. It travels at roughly the same speed you could physically propel a small rock. If the target is undead, aligned with the Curse element, or a member of a True Demon species, it will take increased damage. This spell cannot harm Holy aligned creatures of a higher level than the caster.
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age:

38 years, six months

Past Life:

Sarena was born and raised in a small, rural town in the midwest of the united states. Her upbringing otherwise is fairly unremarkable. A loving, if somewhat large family with five brothers and sisters with her being the oldest. A stable environment where her father was a pastor and her mother spent time working as an accountant for a large business firm. The only perhaps, huge impact her early life had on her was her heavy involvmenet in religion.

She eagerly and quickly took to religious teachings that her father gave to her, beginning to believe and worship God from a young age. At school, she also took quite well to most academics in her field, particularly math thanks to her mother and as the years of her early life and highschool passed her by, she'd graduate with flying colors and head off to university to study Theology, History, and archaeology.

Yet, even though she had a life many would be envious of, she could not deny it.

Happiness was not something she believed she ever felt. Contentment? Certainly. But there was something...missing. She could laugh at things she found funny, cry at things she thought was sad. Even so though, there was a deep feeling that something was missing. She had spent much of her praying, thinking, contemplating, trying to find an answer for what exactly she felt that was different.

It wasn't until the middle of her freshman year at college did she find the answer where she was attending a class about religion in ancient Egypt. For all her love and belief in religion and the Lord God, she had never felt as though others were genuine in their beliefs. Hypocrites. Self righteous people who merely used religion for personal gains.

And when she realized this, at first she was afraid. Afraid of the sort of things that it made her feel. Want to do. God said to love all, but then why did those that practice it reject such ideals? The bible was sometimes contradictory in its statements but that was only without looking at it through a context of the time it was written and those who wrote it.

After a night of prayer, she found her answer.

She would become a teacher.

She headed back to her home town after switching degrees, where two things would happen. One, she became a teacher at the highschool. Two, her father would be diagnosed with cancer. Such an ugly thing, cancer wasn't it? But it was, if nothing else an opportunity. The church would need a new pastor, and though it would be unconventional for a woman to do it...well, for as much as they talked about religion corruption, bribes, and a little pushing could easily make it happen.

Of course, ultimately the decision by the Pastoral Committee was controversial but it happened regardless and for the next few years she privately tutored students at the church, gaining something of a reputation for being able to take troubled youths and reforming them through education, religious teaching, and ultimately understanding.

Of course, humans could not become righteous and good without hardship and the people in her care would never speak.

It was one of these students that would both be the end of her life.

He was a troubled kid. Parents were well off, but typically were quite neglectful and abusive but heavily religious. Bullied by his peers too.

A few cans of accelerant.

A match.

The church went up in flames.

She didn't make it out of there, but neither did he.

She made sure of that.

Beloved religious figure killed in fiery arson by troubled youth

So the headlines read, at least for a few years...but that wouldn't be something she was privy to.

She found herself waking in a new world. Ugly. Grotesque. Demonic. It absolutely sickened her, but she did what she always did when she didn't know the path to take, or was feeling troubled. She sneaked away from the rest of those that looked like her, found a secluded spot in a forest, and prayed.

New Life:
Day 1 -> Orc Runt

Name:Carmina Midworths

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Isekai Skill - Sing - Rank I - Your voice possesses a magical quality. Channeling power to your voice and Singing within earshot of a chosen target allows you to attempt to induce one of the following affects: Soothe, Encourage, or Irritate.
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Small Sharp Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick sharpened by how it broke. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age:24

Past Life:Carmina. What can one say about her? She was doomed to die even before she was born. Born from a junkie and someone else, who knows whom…the mother didn’t and Carmina certainly didn’t either. She spent her first years of life without a name. Her mother couldn’t be bothered to remember it. Carmina was just a way to get money from people. Begging with a baby was a sure way to earn sympathy.

Her life would’ve probably ended much faster than it did if it were not for her mother’s overdose. Carmina, despite the difficult circumstances of her early life, managed to survive on the streets, where she faced countless challenges and hardships. She became adept at navigating the tough realities of life as a young beggar, honing her skills of observation and adaptation.

One day, as Carmina was begging for food, she found herself in a bustling market square. She watched a crowd gather around a street performer, captivated by his rhythmic verses and clever wordplay. Intrigued by this form of expression, Carmina realised she possessed a natural talent for words and rhymes.

She began experimenting with her own lyrics, crafting verses in her mind. Giving a voice to her own feelings. With her razor-sharp wit and the pain of her upbringing fueling her verses, she found herself climbing the ranks and gaining a reputation as the homeless rapper.

Tragically, a rivalry she had with another rapper reached a tipping point during a high-stakes rap battle. The confrontation turned violent, and Carmina, amidst a whirlwind of emotions and adrenaline, found herself shot.

And so, her life ended…or did it?

New Life:Day 1: Orc Runt >