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Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

He hasnt touched the harpy just the wurms tail. He used the charcoal to attempt to draw out the vennom in the harpy @Zeroth

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Success! >> The Head Hunter //

Agar slowly made his way through the forest carrying his kills, he was sure that he would run across something but the closer he got to the camp the more signs of the other runts became more and more apparent. It made him wonder just how successful these first few steps for the orc children were supposed to be. He would have a better guess tonight as to the attrition rate of the new bloods.

When he approached the camp, his back was already splattered with blood and grime from the harpy he carried over his shoulder and the Tatzelwurm he carried in his other hand. The guards stopped him for a moment.

"Runts can't come back til they finish the---" one of them started to say, as if following a script, but then he stopped and looked at Agar with fresh, surprised eyes. "Damn, you got two? And a Harpy? I'll be a grukh-pile! Get in there, Runt! Go to Auguz!" The bigger creature slapped Agar on the back and ushered him through the camp thoroughfare.

Agar just tilted his head for a moment before he was ushered back inside and directly up to the head warrior. He said something then grabbed both his kills. His look of confusion only lasted for a moment as the head warrior inspected the kills. He seemed to linger on the wurm and the bites on the harpy for a moment longer than the rest. He wasn’t sure why the head warrior pulled out the contents of the harpy’s stomach and smeared it on himself, perhaps it was to ward off bugs or maybe used like a cologne.

"ALL O' YOUSE, LISTEN UP! THIS HERE RUNT--" he turned his head and whispered "What's yer name?" and then upon receiving answer he turned back to the camp-

“Ize be Agar.” He spoke for the first time to the adult orc.

"THIS HERE RUNT, AGAR, HAS RETURNED FROM THE HUNT!" He then set the smaller orc down, and turned in a slow circle so that the entire camp could see the bodies of Agar's prey. "HE HAS HUNTED TWO CREATURES! TODAY, HE LEAVES DA BROOD PIT!"

Agar held the harpy high for a moment celebrating his victory to the other orcs that looked at him.

"Now, for the rest o' the day ya can do whatever the hell ya feel like...but tomorrer mornin', you be at the Trainin' Circle before first light! And after that, we'll figure out some more duties for ya!" Auguz crossed his arms as he nodded. "But no more babyin'! Don't be goin' back to the Brood Pit---from now on, you find yer own food, yer own shelter, and whatever else! If somebody will trade ya for it, or ya take it in a fight, then more power to ya! Just be willin' to work if somebody's willin' t' give ya somethin' for it!"

“Got it boss, oh Agar did see a big group of uz eadin up twardz dat cave up dare.” Motioning towards the cave he saw earlier. he didn’t stick around much longer, he needed to get to eating but first he had to check the venom situation. The purple veins of venom still saturated the harpy but now it seemed to be more coagulated almost like grape jelly. Luckily for the runt the orc camp wasn’t that well-kept.

Finding charcoal was easy, he took his time with his kills and found a suitable place just outside of camp to gut both of his kills carefully with his sharp rock. Paying close attention to how the animals’ entrails were put together in their body and being exceptionally carful not to break open their bladder or intestines inside the creatures as not to spoil the meat.

Agar quickly consumed both of what he figured where the hearts of the creatures then went about preparing the harpy. He didn’t want to ingest that venom as it was. He did recall that some people would willingly expose themselves to small amounts of venom at a time to gain resistances to it but sometimes that could also kill you. Right now, he carefully peeled back the leathery skin of the harpy exposing the purple meat below. Scraping what he could of the purple tainted blood off the creature he then set about grinding and breaking up the charcoal in his hands.

If this world still had its basic attributes like his did then this charcoal should help to absorb the venom from these wounds. Lathering the meat with the charcoal then moving the flaps of skin back over the areas. Agar would stop every now and then and check his surroundings, he was just outside the camp but he was still in danger. Pulling the skin off the Tatzelwurm like a long sock Agar began to eat the thing from the tail towards the head. He wanted the venom glands intact as possible to see how they worked, but for now there was someone he wanted to find.

Agar moved quickly back into the camp with a nod to the guards, he knew who he was looking for but wasn’t entirely sure where she might be until he picked up the smell. It was familiar to him no matter how unpleasant, ammonia tanning wasn’t always the most pleasant of things. He moved through the camp till he met the outskirts and a large yurt covered in skins of different animals. More were strewn around and hung up being dried or scraped, the memories of doing this very action himself in his old life came back to him just as strong as the smell.

Despite the smell he continued to eat the wurm with one hand and the harpy’s feet grasped over the other. He waited for a moment watching her scrape the meat and viscera off the hides she was working on before he spoke up. “Shamar?” he heard her name a time or two from the other orcs around the brood pit. “Agar would like to help head hunter, Agar wants to be like head hunter.”

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@Zeroth

<< Current Quest: Find Something to Eat and Bring it Back Whole. // Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks:
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, mangled Tatzelwurm, tainted harpy
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan I, Blunt Resistance I
Location: back at camp near the hunters hut

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth is Shamar the scout, in the orc camp somewhere?

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

A quicker post here and there if everyone else is doing the same would be nice to add on to the weekly post

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: around noon
Location: the beach
Interactions: Count Calbert/Charlotte @princess, Cassius @PapaOso, Olivia @potter
Mentions in order:Lorenzo @FunnyGuy, Ruby @SausagePat, Kazoo @samreaper, Violet @Tpartywithzombi, Dr. John @Conscripts, and others
outfit: swimsuit being a long forest brown loin cloth and speedo mix

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This really was a show after all, Layla was quick to pull everyone’s attention and continue with her spiteful rhetoric. This over the top show of self-importance just made him think that it could be for show, to show them that they were insignificant. It could also be a play, somehow, she would stand to gain from this exchange. He didn’t think it was to try and start a war or skirmish but maybe more to sully the name of Vikena, a political play then makes those around them loose faith in their ability to properly handle themselves.

The exchange from the others wasn’t any less then she was throwing out. He could only think as to how these words would affect the younger peers around him. Most of them were fragile well maybe not the best word for it but he had noticed how even the smallest slight can replay in their minds. This coming from the many private conversations he has had with others in similar situations. The self-image of those so high up could be very fragile at times.

He was pulled from his thoughts momentarily when John stepped up to be the mediator. Roman knew he still had to play the lovable fool but he still had a job to do. He would not show off his fancy fighting skills here, as it wouldn’t match the profile of a bad fighter that he claims to be. Still, he would act in the man’s defense if it came to blows from either her guards or someone else.

That someone was indeed Lorenzo, a man famous for his observation skills. He seemed to be standoffish to the doctor with his words and body language. What happened next made him raise an eye brow and stifle a laugh. Clamoring to the princess’s legs after brushing his hand against her face. That man would do fine in Emberstone, as long as he could take a punch or two, Roman could see him getting even the oldest veterans to laugh with his bad luck.

He could barley pull his gaze away from the scene to see what was happening with ruby as the new Damien family member carried her over to the shade. Ruby was always getting herself into some kind of trouble, he didn’t know her personally but she was able to make him laugh a time or two with his time spent at the tough tavern. The reminder that he still owed a few songs to the bar keep crept into his mind, something he would have to settle later.

He began approaching the small group again but stopped short when he spotted count Damien make his way up the beach with his entourage. His paranoia and frankly the paranoia of the other members of nobility made them easy to find, it was hard to miss so many well-armed individuals in what should be a well-protected and monitored city. Their reliance for more men for more safety just makes them look weak and easy targets.

Calbert was saying something to the man next to him but he couldn’t hear what was being said, the only thing he could make out with his limited ability to lip read with his not so subtle side eye to the count was well nothing to go on. When he did come closer he seemed to be giving out invitations to his party tonight. As well as some sort of apology to Kazu that didn’t seem to want to talk about it. Roman eyed over the gear and equipment his guards where using, locking curious and concerned eyes with him occasionally. It seemed rather mundane, going for numbers instead of equipment. A strategy that would only slow down a well-prepared attacker.

"Good morning gentlemen. I'd love to extend an invitation to both of you. Lord Roman, I do know you have your own event tonight and I am certain it will be a wonderful time, but do feel free to drop by at any time. Dr. John, always a pleasure. You have my utmost gratitude for your accompaniment the other night. We have much to discuss, so hopefully I'll see you there tonight."

As good as a time as ever to play the fool, “Ahh thank you for the invitation, it is unfortunate that my celebrations will last until the early hours of the morning. Otherwise I would have loved to join you. Hopefully I will be able to partake in your next arrangement, do send my regards to lady Violet, I’m looking forward to our next conversation.” His smile never faded as he watched the man go. He knew that neither of them were idiots and he was sure that the count had read the gossip column of the paper a few days prior just as he had.

Causing trouble wasn’t always something he strived for yet, he found that infuriating the man and getting him to think of his daughters well being more would pull his attention away from other endeavors. That’s not to say that he felt like Violet was a simple pawn, he did enjoy her company but it still felt good to rattle the man’s cage where others likely wouldn’t be able too.

Once the count had left and everything seemed to be settling down Roman made his way back over to the blanketed area where the others where. He noticed the red head who he couldn’t remember the name of holding her head in her hands with Cassius seemingly trying to comfort her. Taking a few steps around the blanket as the others cared for ruby and ate their sandwiches. He stopped a few steps away from the duo staying out of her personal space but still close enough to talk.

Sitting down in the warm sand he gave them a smile, “nobility can be assholes sometimes huh? At least ruby seems to be alright.” deciding to go with a bit of humor and show some worry for their friend first. Nodding to Cassius as he invited himself into their conversation being the socially inept person he was trying to be. “Nice to meet you again Cassius, I see you are also here to check on miss Olivia?” he spoke the last part with a bit of a question as he wasn’t entirely sure that’s what Charlotte introduced her as.

“I know how easy it is to feel powerless in these kinds of situations. You feel like you can’t defend your friends because doing so may disrespect some Royal somewhere and then your friend has to apologize for you.” He still gave the two of them a smile glancing momentarily over to where Layla had walked off in. “when it comes to nobility and royalty you have to come at them at an angle, indirectly as some may say.” He gave them a sly smile as he concocted his plan, “you see I enjoy Charlottes company even if we are not the closest of friends. So, my company, the Ravenwood artisan’s guild, has several long-lasting contracts with Layla’s father and her family for pretty much everything we make for them and their kingdom. In turn, I will be sending a notice that due to her actions and blatant disrespect we will be raising the cost of our wares by 5% for the next year.” A short pause as he picked up a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers slowly. “its not much, a drop in the bucket at what they can afford. But our contract changes are public to their advisors. This will smudge her family’s reputation, won’t be by much. But, when you get to the proverbial top of the social ladder reputation is everything.”

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// A New Challenger >> Success! //

The strike and the kill went off without much issue, Agar could still feel how weak he was compared to what he used to be. However, the animals here still acted similar which gave him the edge he was looking for. It also meant that hunting, while still being dangerous, would be a bit more familiar. The taint as the system put it would likely be trouble but maybe he will get something interesting from it. He knew he could do a few things to help make it more palatable if he could find some charcoal back at camp to absorb some of the venom from the strange cat.

Making sure that the necks of both kills were definitely snapped to make sure nothing came back to life or was just faking. The runt proceeded to think about his options for a moment before stating with some confidence. “System Agar chooses Increase Stamina.” This he hoped would give him a better edge being able to keep going and grow stronger.

He did check the other dead thing but other than a few bones he wasn’t likely to get anything off the creature for now. Tomorrow he may try to find this place again, if not to find cleaner bones then perhaps something else that may be eating the dead flesh. Turning back to his kills, he took the sharp rock he still carried and cut the Tatzelwurm’s neck then cutting a gash across the Harpy’s shoulder where it got bit. He did this hoping that the blood and venom from the harpy would drain as he carried his kills.

A far-off explosion made him freeze in his tracks. It seemed to have come from the direction the other runts walked off in, perhaps they found some interesting creatures of their own. Another scream? Came from further along the valley. He would say it was a battle cry but sounded like it held its own rhythm. Such a strange place.

With that settled Agar hefted the harpy over his shoulder by its feet and wrapped the wurm over his neck and shoulder. He could feel the warm blood from both his kills trickle down his skin as he walked back towards the orc camp. He was still being cautious but wanted to get back quickly to finish his quest, eat, find a new stick or some other weapon, and hunt again.

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@Zeroth

<< Current Quest: Find Something to Eat and Bring it Back Whole.
Hunt Selected: Random
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, mangled Tatzelwurm, tainted harpy
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan I, Blunt Resistance I
Location: Into the forest <<>> Heading back to camp

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth no worries he probably wont investigate the sounds other than listening to them for a bit.

whats the condition of the dead thing the harpy was eating? like are its eyes kind of milky (if there at all)? or is it or parts of it look edible?

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth life is weird for me right now but ill try to keep getting posts out when i can.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Cage Match >> A New Challenger //

Agar continued to watch closely as the two fought, the snake cat thing obviously relying on stealth, surprise, and what looked to be poison. Yet it seemed to have little staying power in a prolonged fight, by what he could see was that it was tiering quickly. Perhaps it could only work in short bursts of speed more akin to a cold-blooded snake then an active feline hunter.

The other was clearly some type of scavenger yet had the strong ability to defend itself. Perhaps more of an opportunity hunter would be more precise, he did not know how well it could fly but he figured it was rather well if the beast had little to no front legs. The fact that it could easily use that red strike a few times before faltering itself meant that it was strong. Still they both seemed to be having trouble with prolonged fights.

With the next attack his assumptions were proven correct as the wurm made a mistake that led the harpy to speed past it with a glow of that red light again. Obviously, this harpy had a nasty bite and was able to do quite a bit of damage with its legs too. That explosive power likely helped the thing fly or at least take off. Both of which he didn’t seem like was going to happen with that shoulder wound.

Agar knew his time had come to strike. Letting the harpy rest was a poor choice, he wanted no needed to kill the harpy, check the dead thing for any good meat, then take the both of them back to the camp. This was the opportunity he was looking for.

With quiet steps slow and methodical he readied the hard stick he was given with both hands. His knife was clutched between his teeth incase he needed it quickly. Once the path was clear, being mindful not to have his stick get caught on the near by branches, he lunged at the harpy. Both of his hands clutched the stick as he brought it down over his head and down towards the weird bird just like someone would swing an axe when cutting wood right toward the discoloration in its shoulder. He wasn’t sure how the thing would react but expected it to try and use those legs that it has to dodge out of the way, if he connected he hoped this would be enough to cripple the beast but doubted it would kill it.

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@Zeroth

<< Current Quest: Find Something to Eat and Bring it Back Whole.
Hunt Selected: Random
Inventory: loincloth, stick, sharp rock
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan I, Blunt Resistance I
Location: Into the forest <<

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: around noon
Location: the beach
Interactions: Charlotte @princess, Sjan-dehk @Apex Sunburn, Farim @Lava Alckon, Dr. John @Conscripts,
Mentions in order:Lorenzo @FunnyGuy, Ruby @SausagePat, Kazoo @samreaper, Ariella @Tpartywithzombi Olivia @potter, Cassius @PapaOso, and others
outfit: swimsuit being a long forest brown loin cloth and speedo mix

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The warm greeting from charlotte made his smile even brighter and was happy to help her carry a few shakes from the vendor and back to the others. it was always nice to see her and it seemed that his first suspicions were right as to the colorful nature of the others she kept in her presence. Even Sjan-dehk showed up and joined them. “good morning to you as well Sjan-dehk, I do hope one of our missives was able to reach your diplomat yesterday?” he wasn’t sure if Erik was able to return the message to the lady that he had escorted here but he hoped he did.

Another nod a Farim, “I am glad that we were able to run into one another on such a day and without the restrictiveness of the high courts and paperwork to get in the way. It seems you are enjoying yourself friend.” He was glad he was on good terms with both Farim and Munir they had their faults but he found that the two of them where actually good company compared to most of their family. “ill continue to stand thank you, I’m still dripping.” Motioning to the water dripping off his loincloth, “but it is a pleasure to meet you all.”

One of the others that he wasn’t too particular about did slither her way right into their nice day. The tension that grew with her words was striking to say the least. The confidence in her arrogant speech was palpable, more so with the presence of her guards that seemed to eye him incredulously as they approached. This in turn made him take a single step closer to John, not out of fear but he was the only one there he absolutely had to protect if everything went south. The way he looked at the girl was more of disproving then rage even if it did make him upset. Seeing her take charlotte’s ribbon and pour out her drink on her almost made him lose his cool.

The quick thoughts of how he could quickly disable her before her guards reacted flashed through his mind. A broken knee, dislocated shoulder, a few broken ribs for good measure. Not deadly but a statement on how to treat others. he shot a glance to John that said he was angry but wouldn’t respond, they both had to play their part and continue the charade of non-violence or at the very least poor fighters in public.

Roman had half a mind to pick a fight but soon found that he would not have too yet. Keeping up his guard and defensively stepping closer to Charlotte as the others threw insults and Farim disabled a few of her guards. Even Sjan-dehk had a few choice words in his native tongue pulling his pistol free. A few new comers he could see approach, one that shouted at the Alidasht princess and another he recognized as Cassius Damien from the archery competition. It seemed Cassius also approached in a defensive manner.

In a few moments it seemed that the princess wasn’t going to retaliate, if she did he would definitely intervein before letting the others. out of those he could see here he believed that he likely held the most political sway out of the others followed close behind by Farim. He was well aware that his name carried weight in the royal echelons as he has personally made and hand delivered items to several of them. As well as being in very lucrative trade deals with them through the Ravenwood Artisans guild and their subsidiaries. In total his family held a significant portion of trade throughout the kingdoms in almost every type of importation and exportation.

Roman turned back to Charlotte with a warm smile just as he had before, “Well now you really don’t have a reason not to go swimming.” Trying to make light of the situation and cheer her up, “you can’t control the actions of others but you can decide how you let it affect you. So how about a swim? and tonight if you like, I would like to invite you and the others here.” He motioned to the others with a quick look and hand gesture. “To my people’s celebration and ritual of the summer solstice out by lover’s lake tonight. Clothing is optional.” He smiled again clearly trying his best to pull her mind off the topic at hand and onto the future.