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Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth yeah the discord stuff is fair and understandable compared to last time, just curious is all. although having less people will make this story a bit slower it does make it easier to keep track of things for everyone especially you lol. i think it should be fine as long as we open back up the roster again quickly if anyone dips out.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// So this is what hell is like //

Darkness, permeating eternal void of nothing. It wasn’t cold or warm he couldn’t feel his arms or wiggle his toes. He couldn’t open his eyes his senses couldn’t smell, hear, taste, or feel anything. Not even nausea at the weightless ness he was experiencing. Was he in a coma? All he could remember was the snow storm then a truck horn then nothing. How long has he been floating through this place. A voice interrupted his thoughts, he didn’t hear it like he thought he would, he heard It in his mind. A faint voice, a feminine voice then the opening of giant gates into a grand room.

All he could do was simply stare at what was happening before him and listen to her words. Words that were both soothing and powerful. She was speaking of another world and all he could think as his mind tried to rationalize and embrace this new information was think this was some kind of weird purgatory or a side effect of being in a coma.

“Some say that the Orcs were born on the battlefield; the twisted hearts of soldiers in trenches and mass graves, brought out by years of brutal conflict like a blooming flower in the warmth of spring. As if within the heart of every man or elf is an Orc waiting to be set free--the intrusive thoughts, the trauma within the soul, the battlefield that many soldiers never return from even after their bodies are back home among family and friends. I will hope that your experience with war was not so tragic.”

Field Scan - Rank I - Ingested Skill. Detect life signs around the user within 30 feet, and remain aware of them for 1 minute.
Familiar Bond - Rank I - Create a magical bond with a creature to tame it. Unlike Summoning, this often requires a great deal of time spent, and the creature must remain by the tamer's side. Rather than expending magic power, the proper resources must be present to maintain the Familiar's needs. At Rank I, only Tier I creatures can be persuaded to become a Familiar.
Channel Weapon - Rank I - Produce a special physical energy aura to increase the power and durability of a given weapon. Consumes Stamina as long as the aura is maintained, or until after a successful attack has made contact. At Rank I, the boost is roughly 5% the weapon's original qualities.
Danger Scan - Rank I - Detect non-living threats within 10 feet, such as hazardous terrain, traps, etc. Remain acutely aware of them for 1 minute.

“If it is any solace to you, the truck driver was not harmed, and though your family has been broken by the loss, they are well cared for by loved ones and friends...”

A thought pinged in his mind like wasn’t able to explain let alone the words spoken to him, he was told to choose one? The only thing he really understood from the list in its entirety was the first one and mentally selected it without truly thinking as his mind was lost concentrating on the fleeting words of this place and this strange lady. It spoke of his time in the war or maybe of stories long forgotten of war. He never was in trenches so to speak on deployment in the mountains and another with the villages he did do things he wasn’t proud of but he still did them.

She continued on with her stories and words, words like Aedven, orcs, knights, wizards, and magic. More about not being heroes but to see their potential, to understand all languages and remember their past. What did she mean by you shall be an orc, he remembered a few things from the time in the army but not much, just stupid brutes kind of like marines.

Was this hell was this what he deserved? He wouldn’t say he didn’t deserve it even with the good that he tried to do every day to get passed what he did. Then there was the last part, no injuries and a broken family? Was he truly gone then no coma just straight to hell? At least they were taken care of and now he can try to repair what he did to deserve this. As he continued to what felt like free falling towards some primitive encampment.

“Wake up recruit!” shooting awake mid sleep as he heard something from his past and immediately snapped to attention looking around and clutching his head. Momentarily caught between what was a dream and what was real trying to anchor himself to something. When something big began to yell at them and pulled him back to reality anyway “OI! WAKE UP, YA BUNCHA MUKHS!”. He quickly made his way out the gate when it was opened. It seemed that in times of stress he was now defaulting to memories of time spent in the army. he didn't have a bunch of time to think about what or who was in front of him but he did know who the big boss was.

A basic mission to test their abilities and show just how harsh the Orcish upbringing was. Sounded dangerous when all he had was a stick and sharp rock. Bring the prey back in one piece no time limit just get it done by the end of the day. So what if he got more than one then and ate the other? More than likely wasn’t a good idea if these orcs “shared” everything. For a moment all he could do was stare at the war chief and his beaten sword in thought before moving toward one of the exits after making sure he had his stick and sharp rock.

He remembered a few things from the goings on of the camp and the orc gossip. At least some of the edible plants seemed like they could hold him over for a little while but maybe he could just hunt something and drag it around till he hunted something else and ate that one instead? These strategies were simple and he knew he had to get these things first so maybe just knowing these things was good enough.

The sudden notification of the “quest” made him flinch for a moment Find something to eat and bring it back whole. Sounded simple enough. The list of targets was fairly big so he decided on random and just observe his new surroundings for a little while. Who knows by the way that weird lady was speaking it sounded like he wasn’t the only one sent here. Standing straight with a posture and walk that displayed purpose he made his way to just outside the camp and looked around. Deciding to stay there for a moment before proceeding.

As he stood b the entrance gathering the lay of the land and how it flowed he didn't realize he had quietly started humming to the tune of don’t stop believing by journey.

@Zeroth

<<Current Quest: Find Something to Eat and Bring it Back Whole.
Hunt Selected: Random
Location: just outside the camp examining the area.>>

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

you ganna put together a discord again at some point when your not being beat to death with all these awesome characters?

@Zeroth

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

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?

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

you can go ahead im busy with some other things right now

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 1530hrs
Location: the arena watching the fighters
Interactions: Wasun Sjan-dehk @Apex Sunburn
Mentions in order: @13org Mayet @JJ Doe Riona

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Roman continued to watch the match in front of them, Mayet clearly had the upper hand and he was unsure if the she was trying to teach the other girl something or toying with her food. Her shift in posture and attack pattern made her strikes even more powerful and aggressive combining more fast fluid attacks with powerful momentum assisted strikes one after another. The fighting style required quite a bit of stamina that even he was impressed with.

Her lack of armor or protective equipment assisted with her fluid and powerful movements, anyone could see that. Even with that after each strike and each block feint or parry a little more of her blood lust crept out in every strike. The predator inside her showing itself more and more. He could see that even his new friend became enraptured with the fight. The weathering of blows was already beating down the defenses of the other.

Then finally Mayet changed up her storm of blows for one last strike, a strike meant to kill. The look in her eyes told him she was near completely lost to her instincts to kill. The next strike would do just that and he could see the man beside him see the same with the exclamation of something in his native tongue, he didn’t know what was said but knew the tone well enough. Letting his own hand go of the arm rest to make sure that the pistol he was reaching for was not used to end the fight. He had to admit that he wasn’t pleased with this loss of emotional control from the princess either.

Nala saw fit to warn her friend of her current thought process with a roar. This seemed to snap Mayet back to reality and at the last second pulled her strike from it near fatal trajectory. It didn’t even seem like the mediators of the fight knew what was just about to happen or paid to make the princess and her people out to be bloodthirsty thus hurting their image. Politics were always a tricky situation. Sjan-dehk sat down controlling his breathing and commenting on the situation as the crowd cheered and applauded the now finished dual.

“No she wasn’t in control there for a moment.” His tone was somber and he wasn’t smiling anymore. “These people are soft, they haven’t had to deal with a war in some time and their day to day lives are easy. They don’t know what true suffering is but you do, my people do. These people play war but they have never seen it.” Roman turned away from him for a moment to just sort of stare out into the arena for a moment longer before cheering back up again, a few of his internal thoughts seeping out in front of a stranger.

“Apologies as you were saying, yes we do enjoy importing new metals, gems, stone, and wood. Our people are self-sufficient but will not say no to new things to work with or new foods to eat. One thing we do offer is a exchange program of sorts.” Pausing for a moment to remember as it had been some time since he talked about the exchange, it’s not every day you meet a new representative from a kingdom. “With this we send two or three of our master craftsmen to your land to learn your culture and your craft and in turn we would accept two or three of your craftsmen to do the same. This is to grow the bonds between our people and kingdoms. To grow in knowledge of each other, to learn, to become stronger together.” he finished.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth here you go

sure is nice to see some of the old faces out of the 30 or so characters that were here in the last one lol

Agar

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?

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Its nice to have a new place after 5 years... Ill start working on a sheet when im back home tomorrow.

@Zeroth its good to see you again. I hope your new career choice doesnt have you in an early grave due to stress and treats you more like a human.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 1530hrs
Location: the arena watching the fighters
Interactions: Wasun Sjan-dehk @Apex Sunburn
Mentions in order:@Silverpaw Wulfric @Rodiak Matthias, @13org Mayet @JJ Doe Riona

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Roman made his way through the crowd, with his height and bulk it was easy enough for him to traverse the crowd and create a small break for his new friend to follow. He was heading to one of the smaller platforms near the arena’s edge, small refuges for the nobility to get a better view. The one he was heading to wasn’t too crowded compared to the others.

Barley picking up what the man said as they finally broke from the crowd to find a few seats unoccupied in the private section. “Apologies Sjan-dehk Cultural differences, I did not mean it as a slight.” Roman shrugged and glanced out at the arena. Sir Mathias and Prince Wulfric were clearly going at it. “You do look like a capable fighter personally I prefer private sparing or a small audience. This is to much of a show.”

Looking back out to the field he could see Mathias striking fast, quick, and hard. The subtle and precise strategies both men were thinking with each parry and swing. It was a brilliant dance of blades between two well-trained individuals. Mathias was starting to push Wulfric, but the prince got the upper hand and exploited an opening with a precise strike that ended the match. A good show for both.

“So, this Lady Adiyan is the one negotiating trade? Hmm well I know that manpower and resources can be hard to come by after any war especially a civil war, what is it that your people are looking to trade?” Returning his gaze to the crowd that was chanting Wulfric’s name, he could see the king in his sheltered spot trying to get the people excited.

Narrowing his eyes at the king for a moment he continued to speak with Sjan-dehk, “like I said my people are craftsmen, but we also assist the Varian kingdom with all sorts of trade to all sorts of people and places. Food, wine, metal kitchen ware, perfumes, medicine, spices, armor, weapons, statues, furniture. The list goes on just depends on what you want and where it’s going.”

The announcer began again as the next fighters stepped up onto the arena, Mayet and someone named Reogh. “This one should be good; Mayet is an excellent fighter.” The smile returned to his face as he watched the princess, remembering for a moment the comment she made while they fought the bear. Her opponent had a strange attire, not one he recognized but clearly meant to keep themselves anonymous. With what he could see being a formal greeting he had seen and done only a few times himself on his travels to the southern continent the two separated and took their stances.

Mayet’s style preceded her, aggressive fast strikes that aimed to test and find an opponent’s weak spot. Much like what he would think would be akin to that of the powerful tiger. Reogh blocked and countered the others blows with a shower of sparks that the crowd cheered for. Clearly trying to use the momentum of the tigers strikes against her. A brief pause and change of stance and they were back at it again. The princess is almost always on the offensive with quick ferocious strikes with her opponent doing a fine job of keeping up with her.

Roman could only think that even he would have a hard time keeping up with Mayet’s strikes in a fight. Speed and size were always going to be a good counter to him, but this was something else. To see a trained and talented member of the Alidasht royalty go full force like this was definitely something to study, maybe asking her for a sparring session would be fun. Hell, a sparring session with either of them would be a good work out and learning experience, imagine both of them. Roman had to remind himself to keep his bloodlust down in public.

Glancing to the man next to him for a moment as the duo continued to fight, “these two don’t disappoint.”

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Agar

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 - 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: 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: