Lucius Cypher

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Unkown58

Say since Veronica is exploring the camp too, mind if Gren runs I to her and works out a partnership?

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Gren

Location: Orc Camp
Quest: Hunt for Food!
Current Activity: Looking around the orc camp for supplies

It's hard to remember one's youth, least of all when you had the rare opportunity to live two lives. Gren was awoken by the shouting and instinctively started swinging his arms, as usually when someone starts shouting that meant they were trying to attack him and a good punch to the jaw shuts them up quickly. But aside from bonking an unfortunate runt who was too close, Gren was not being attacked by anyone. He sat up and saw a bunch of the other kids line up for something so he ran over to see what it was all about. That's when he heard that it was time for the babies to become orcs! Or well, runts. But it was better than being a baby!

The job was simple. Go into the forest, kill something, bring it back. Sure there was some more nuances like "Don't eat the thing you kill" and "bring it back in one piece", but these minor details were stuff that Gren didn't feel the need to dwell on. And if anything he needed to figure out what he was going to hunt. He wanted something big, something to show the older orcs he was a good warrior, but he also didn't want to die. To that end, Gren went to grab his stuff, which was a stick and a pointy rock he had, like all young orcs. Despite being a wee youth even he knew that these tools weren't going to be enough to hunt most animals. Made him wish he had a gun. Then it made him think, what was a gun again? Memories started to fill his head that he wasn't sure was memories or just dreams... Or maybe he's just hungry.

Gren had a new idea. No sense in hunting on an empty stomach. While he's out there, he ought to get something to eat first. He's heard about some mushrooms that the hunters would eat that'll keep them full all day. Nothing they ever feed the grunts, but it is something you can find out in the field, so Gren figures he ought to find that first so he can hunt and fight on a full stomach. Otherwise he might actually eat whatever he chooses to hunt first, which is exactly what he's not suppose to do. Next, Gren would need to figure out how to hunt most of the beasts in the forest. While he was confident that he could just bash them with his stick, they're also usually faster than him and might run away if he's close to killing them. So he'll need something that'll let him hurt them from afar. Fortunately he remembers seeing some of the old women make rope some vines and tree bark, and that gave Gren an idea. He could make a sling, get some rocks, and use that to throw at the animals and hurt them. Maybe even kill them.

Finally Gren needed to find something to actually kill. Slimes were just about everywhere and probably something he could kill easily, but he has no idea how he'd bring one back "whole". Maybe if he had a bucket or something, but if he wanted one he'd have to go find one in the camp. Which he might do, now that he thinks about it. Plenty of supplies in the camp he might be able to take with him if he's fast. Still slimes aren't really that impressive to kill and he's never eaten a slime before, so he doubts the orcs would like it if he brought back one of them. Direrats are a bit more impressive and actually have some meat on them, but even Gren knew they could be dangerous due to their bites. No, if anything Gren ought to hunt a Jackalope. They might not be that aggressive but Gren knew that their horns and hides are useful to the crafters, and Gren wanted to get on their good side. Plus the meat was tasty.

Thus Gren had a plan. First, find something to eat. Second, find stuff to use to hunt. Finally, kill a Jackalope. While he's sure the older orc expects the runts to run into the forest now, Gren ops to take a detour and look around camp for stuff he can use, things that the other orcs throw out and he might want. Scrap cloth, bits of string or ropes, bones stripped of their meat. Heck if he could manage it he'd just take stuff like a pot or bucket so he could use it as a helmet. Of course, Gren also doesn't want to end up getting beaten by his elders, so if it looks like they aren't going to be an easy mark, Gren would rather avoid incurring their ire. Maybe, since he's fairly big and eager to please, some of the elders might be willing to lend him stuff if he does a few chores for them around the forest or camp. It's not like there was a time limit or anything, though Gren does hope to do some hunting before the day's end.

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

NICE NICE. Don't need to roll anything yet, but if you'd like go ahead and roll a performance check. It'll test to see how well you can get everyone's attention and might even let you get some unlikely allies.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Posted me dood, took Breakthrough. Hopefully it'll be useful in future endeavors. Ready to rock!

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

His general appearance, even if not his current one.

Name: Gren

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.
• Breakthrough - Rank I - A single powerful strike, from any type of physical attack, that will ignore an enemy's defenses. At Rank I, the specific target's defense is treated as halved (Strike a shield, the shield's DEF bonus is the target. Strike their arm, whatever protection they have on that limb is treated as the target. Etc).
• 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: 27

Past Life: In the past, Gren was a nobody. Or rather, he was much like anyone else at first: bit of a shy kid, had a bright future ahead of him, had some talents and some problems. His problem? Gren was a big guy. Like freakishly big, even compared to his parents or siblings. Despite being born the youngest son out of five kids, Gren hit six feet by age 14, with a boatload of health problems that come with growing huge. Not to mention all the expetations of him controlling his strength and not hurting anyone. And for the most part he tried... But as most of these stories go, all it took was one moment of weakness that made Gren lost much of what he had worked so hard for. One punk testing him too far, and all Gren had to do was nudge him down a flight of stairs.

Suddenly Gren was a problem child. Barely even touched the kid but because of that tumble he didn't make it to the hospital alive. Everyone feared him and he was put to a juvenile detention center. Things didn't get much better there, as Gren quickly learned that being the biggest didn't mean anything if everyone was willing to knock him down a peg. So he quickly learned how to make some friends, and part of making friends was being willing to have less scruples when it comes to what his friends do. Sometimes fighting, mostly stealing, with the occasional robbery. Gren quickly learned how to make the most of his size and if he hadn't gotten into trouble, he could've made a damn good linebacker or wrestler. Everyone likes to think they could out speed him or take his punches, until their head hits pavement. Even after he graduated juvie, Gren continued his life of crime, committing more robberies, heist, and shakedowns, putting his massive girth to use to scare off the competition and crack some skulls.

Gren met his end during a robbery. It was suppose to be a typical job: break into the shop, grab the goods, and go. But someone had tipped the store owner that they were coming. The old man showed up and started shooting. Somehow despite being about as big as a door, Gren managed to avoid getting capped and made a run for it. Right into traffic, where he finally met his match against someone bigger than him: Good ol' Truck kun. But Gren gave it as good as he could, wrecking the truck in the collusion as it smashed every bone in his body.

New Life:
Day 0, Orc Runt > Awakening

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

The initial part is a dream sequence yes, the current part? It's real. The fact you might be confused and uncertain (especially with the dream you did just have) is very much intended. As mentioned, a running theme with these battles is that you're inside of someone's "Fantasy" and of course everything is inherently unreal. Most people would just quickly assume this is all a dream and go with the flow, which is why they're puppets. You all have the opportunity to take control of your own actions, or you could just become puppets.

In which case I just take out your character and you become a faceless NPC, so choose wisely.

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

No init rolls yet, but go ahead and roll stealth. I should warn you it will be somewhat difficult and you will be rolling without proficiency right now since you haven't unlocked your persona powers. So you are effectively rolling a 1d20+3.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Ya really thought you could run an orc isekai RP and think I wouldn't notice ya, Zeroth!? Your greatest pain in the ass is back, and I'm ready to bring hell with me where I go!

My Hider

His general appearance, even if not his current one.

Name: Gren

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 - Not Yet Chosen
• 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: 27

Past Life: In the past, Gren was a nobody. Or rather, he was much like anyone else at first: bit of a shy kid, had a bright future ahead of him, had some talents and some problems. His problem? Gren was a big guy. Like freakishly big, even compared to his parents or siblings. Despite being born the youngest son out of five kids, Gren hit six feet by age 14, with a boatload of health problems that come with growing huge. Not to mention all the expetations of him controlling his strength and not hurting anyone. And for the most part he tried... But as most of these stories go, all it took was one moment of weakness that made Gren lost much of what he had worked so hard for. One punk testing him too far, and all Gren had to do was nudge him down a flight of stairs.

Suddenly Gren was a problem child. Barely even touched the kid but because of that tumble he didn't make it to the hospital alive. Everyone feared him and he was put to a juvenile detention center. Things didn't get much better there, as Gren quickly learned that being the biggest didn't mean anything if everyone was willing to knock him down a peg. So he quickly learned how to make some friends, and part of making friends was being willing to have less scruples when it comes to what his friends do. Sometimes fighting, mostly stealing, with the occasional robbery. Gren quickly learned how to make the most of his size and if he hadn't gotten into trouble, he could've made a damn good linebacker or wrestler. Everyone likes to think they could out speed him or take his punches, until their head hits pavement. Even after he graduated juvie, Gren continued his life of crime, committing more robberies, heist, and shakedowns, putting his massive girth to use to scare off the competition and crack some skulls.

Gren met his end during a robbery. It was suppose to be a typical job: break into the shop, grab the goods, and go. But someone had tipped the store owner that they were coming. The old man showed up and started shooting. Somehow despite being about as big as a door, Gren managed to avoid getting capped and made a run for it. Right into traffic, where he finally met his match against someone bigger than him: Good ol' Truck kun. But Gren gave it as good as he could, wrecking the truck in the collusion as it smashed every bone in his body.

New Life:
Day 0, Orc Runt > Awakening

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

It's party time! Sorry for the long wait y'all. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I know things seem pretty weird and chaotic sine I just threw you into the deep end, but it's very much intended that y'all are suddenly in the middle of action right now instead of eased into things.

Just so you know, no, you do not have your persona now and thus most of your more unique skills. But you will really soon. For the most part you shouldn't need to roll anything in particular to accomplish things like grabbing your equipment, but if you want to do so just let me know what you're rolling here first. Or if you want to do something off the cuff you think that might need a roll, lemme know and I'll tell you what you ought to do. Maybe a stealth check if you're trying to be sneaky, maybe an intimidation if you wanna show folks you're not one to be fucked with. As with all things, just communicate it with me.

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

Frustration and worry fill your mind. You chase after a figure, you don't quite remember what they look like. But you know that you're angry at them, but also worried. They said something that hurt your feelings but you know that you want to help them, even as they run away from you. You shout at them to stop and they turn towards you.

<Stop? Are you sure you want to stop here>

You look around. You realize you're standing on a power line, somehow balancing perfectly despite being fifty feet over the streets. In a moment of panic you try to balance yourself as the figure walks onto a telephone pole.

<I find balancing on power lines to be a little disquieting. Mind if I stand here?>

You start to lose your balance. You see hundreds of people below you, most of them strangers, some of them familiar. Despite how you're struggling, despite how much danger you're in, no one notices. You drop your bag and it lands on the ground and still no one notices.

<Relax. No one will see. They are as afraid to look up as we are to look down.>

The person begins to take shape. A woman, blond, older than you. She seemed almost normal until you looked at her strange yellow eyes. She takes out a cigarette and somehow it lights up as soon as it touches her mouth. She takes a long drag from it before looking at you with a smile that looked sad, like she was looking at a pitiful person.

<Many children fantasize about being a "hero" when they are young. You don't have to. You are one. Exciting isn't it? You can be the focus of everyone's love and attention just by being yourself. You're not just another little kid who isn't really that important.>

You're starting to remember this person. She appeared to you that one tragic day. When everyone was screaming, running, crying, she appeared to you and gave you a chance. She gave you power to no longer be meek. You have so many questions about what happened that day but somehow, you can't get a word out. Fear gripped your heart here, just as it did that day.

<I don't blame you for being a bit scared. Such drastic shifts in your reality are never easy. Most people never have them. But it doesn't get easier.>

You fall from the power line, falling down to the street. You think this is your end. You hit the concreate, feeling the pavement crack your skull and your blood leave your body.

And then you wake up.

It's 7AM. You're in your dorm room at Bullworth Academy. A prestigious school for wealthy, affluent children. At least that’s how it advertises itself. Truth be told, it's more like a prison school for kids who have caused too much trouble but haven’t become criminal enough to be sent to juvenile detention. Beneath it’s glitz and glamor it’s a school full of cliques, gangs, freaks, and assholes who get away with far too much because of how the school prides itself on its “strength of character”, which just means that the school was a dog-eat-dog world, where you either joined a group to protect yourself or become prey to everyone else. You try to appeal to other teachers and they’d just see you as the problem child.

For better or for worse, you’re just a nobody here. The bottom of the totem pole. But it’s only a matter of time before someone sets their sights on you, or you get caught up in some drama. As you went about your usual morning rituals, getting something to eat, and attending class, you could already see the social environment shift around you. Most students just try their best to ignore the goings on around them to head to class.

You were just attending class one day when everything changed. Students were filing in, waiting for the teacher to arrive. You were at your desk, or otherwise occupying your time alone, when you spotted a familiar scene: a group of girls gathering around a meek young woman and engaging in the usual practice of talking down to her for whatever reason. This time it seems to be some sort of shake down regarding some homework that was due soon. A familiar scene. But this was different. When the girl reached into her back to presumably retrieve the paperwork, she took out something else instead.

“Oh my god she has a gun!”

Everything changed quickly. You heard a gunshot and people screaming, running. But no one was hurt. No one but the girl who took out the gun, who pointed it at her own head. But instead of a gruesome scene of a suicide, what appeared was some sort of monster. Most people didn’t see it, but you did. And because you saw it, the world around you began to change. The students were gone, and the school was changed. It shifted into some sort of strange archaic castle, filled to the brim with grotesque and vulgar torture tools.

You don’t know where you are, but you know you have to get out. It was time to test your resolve.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki

Rosalie would find herself in some sort of courtyard, surrounded by strange looking puppets wearing the school uniform. Most of them were the male uniform however, and on a stage were multiple puppets wearing female uniforms, as well as wearing nooses around their necks. She could see what appeared to be a gray elf of all things listing off various crimes and sins about the puppets, condemning them for their arrogance and flaws. The female puppets screamed both insults while also begging for their lives to the crowd, but it seems like the only person who could hear them were Rosalie. After the elf finished his speech, he would simply point at the puppet in question and the floor underneath her would fall out, hanging the female puppet to death.

Looking around there didn’t seem to be any guards or other gray elves, only the executioner and other puppets. Perhaps Rosalie could find a way to escape. But while doing so she heard someone talking to her. A softer, female voice. The words didn’t make sense in her ears but she could hear it clearly in her mind.

“Words you hear may never reach your ears, but the words you speak could still touch one’s heart. The one here so desperately screams, wanting anyone to listen. Will you learn of her despair? Or will you sing her dirge?”

Rosalie could see a violin and bow on the ground near her. It glowed with strange power. On the opposite side was the gate, unguarded. She could possibly run to it and escape this madness. Or you could reach out to the violin, and play a melody to end this execution. To calm the disturb, and disturb the calm.

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@Norschtalen

Julia would be in the kitchen, holding onto a plate of food. There were many servants running about, carrying dishes to and fro. Upon closer examination this food wasn’t normal food: it was puppet body parts, hands, shins, sometimes even heads. This would be quite horrific if it was real body parts, but even as puppets it was uncanny. The servants seem to be taking the food to a massive hole in the ground, just tossing the puppet parts into something dark, nasty and hungry. In the kitchen itself was a large man wearing a sack over his head, chopping up puppets into parts. Any that were either working too slow or just unlucky ended up taking a cleaver to the chest before being put onto the chopping block.

There was a door behind the butcher and a key on his belt, presumably needed to open the door. The only other way out would be through the hole, and who knows what was in there. These puppets were quiet, meek, and didn’t even flinch when one of their own was killed right in front of them. If Julia moved quickly and did what everyone else did, maybe she could avoid the butcher’s wrath. But considering how indiscriminate his slaughter was, even if she did that she might not be safe.

“Is this what justice is to you? Play your role well and hope that the tyrants above don’t direct their senseless wrath towards you? There is no justice here! There is only the weak and the strong. If you want righteousness, you must take it!”

Hanging on the wall nearby was a small crossbow and a pouch of crossbow bolts. It was, however, in plain sight of the butcher who’s starting to look around to find his next victim. If you don’t immediately walk towards him and start serving up puppet parts he might single you out as his next meal. Or maybe you could make a run for that bowgun, and bring the battle to the butcher instead.

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@Vertigo

Junwoo would find himself deep inside of a torture chamber, locked behind some iron bars. He fortunately wasn’t bound to any chains, but from where he was it looked like he was trapped. What he might’ve not immediately noticed however was that there were folks screaming for help, but when he looked at them what he saw wasn’t human. They appeared to be puppets, wearing the same school uniform as him but all with the same faces drawn crudely with makeup. They were both screaming for help and hurling insults at him, calling him spoiled and useless, yet wanted his help getting out of here. Suddenly something big and dark would open the cages, taking a puppet off to god-knows where.

The cage door was locked, but from a close examination it would look like it was secured with a cheap school lock. Looking around there was a loose stone that could easily be used to smash the lock and escape before that darkness could take him. But locked in another cell was, strangely enough, not a puppet. Instead it was a large sword stuck in the ground, and sitting on the pommel was a helmet. Even from his cell Junwoo could hear a voice speaking into his head coming from the sword.

“Once upon a time you had everything. Now you are nothing. Abandoned by kin, you have fallen from grace, forgotten, less than the dirt beneath your feet. They want to believe you are destined for failure. But a man can change his stars!”

If Junwoo tries to break open this lock, no doubt the darkness that was grabbing the other prisoners would spot him and catch him. He could try and make a run for it, see if he can escape this place alone. But there was no telling what trials lie ahead of him. How many problems could he really solve just by running? If trouble was going to find him regardless, Junwoo best have a plan to deal with it head on.

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@Dark Cloud

Maxwell was perhaps in the worst place he could ever imagine: a social gathering. He was in some sort of ballroom full of puppets in fancy dresses, dancing, singing, gossiping. And they were so annoying too. Anytime they came across Maxwell they would bombard him with inane questions about his life and heritage, or stupid questions about Canada. And just as quickly as they came they would also whisper nasty rumors about him behind his back, calling him an incel and loser, and those were just some of the nicer things they had to say about him. They pushed him around, spilled drinks on him, and overall seemed to just be treating him as some sort of joke.

Maybe it was time to exit stage left. This obviously wasn’t his scene, and last time Maxwell checked he was supposed to be at school, not some prom. But the only exit out of here was behind a bunch of pretentious looking puppets who, weirdly enough, were armed with swords. If Maxwell tries to mess with them he’ll no doubt have to deal with not only their sharp barbs but also some pointy metal blades. It almost looked like Maxwell was just going to have to deal with being stuck here when he spots a bag on a dining table. It was a small pouch and next to it was a dagger. When he lays his eyes on it, a voice could be heard from it entering his mind.

“Tired of being pushed around? Want to stand on your own two feet, not where others tell you to be? Want to just explode? Don’t let others dictate what you should do, what you should be! Show them their place!”

Another puppet bumps into you, spilling their drink onto you. They immediately get into your face and start telling you off as if you had intentionally knocked their drink into them, threatening you with harm and trying to intimidate you. They were bigger than you sure, but so are most cows and this puppet looked more like someone’s baby toy than a real person. But right now they were in your face, trying to get you to apologize. Maybe if you grovel they’ll leave you alone. Or maybe you can grab that bag and the knife, and show them who’s boss.