You head pounded as you opened your eyes. Your eyes were blurred as you darted your head around around, trying to make sense of your new location.
As your vision cleared, and your eyes adjusted, you realised a few things in a few short seconds. You were in a dim cave with the only light source being a fuming fire pit. Upon the fire pit was a pot, filled with a strange gruel. The cavern was littered with lavish, but filthy, carpets. Axes and swords were mounted on the walls, along with tables and cabinets. The next thing you nttocied was that you were naked: no modesty at all. You lay on the barren ground with no protection.
You head spun as it processed everything. Rising up, and attending to form any modesty by covering yourself with one of your hands, you realised you were not alone.
A mass stood in the corner hidden by shadows. A hulking beast. He let out a snarl as he stepped into the light of the fire pit. He was tall, standing at seven feet. A terrifying mas of muscle, gigantic in every proportion, His large, pointed canines that grew fromfrom his lower lip glinted in the firelight. It reminded you how small you were. A 5.5 foot man against the seven foot mass.
“Your awake,” he said dismissively.
“I am.” You reply. There really wasn’t anything else you could say.
The orc tightened his belt, adjusting his pants studduched crudely from animal skins, and walked towards an upright barrel. Picking a bowl off the floor, giving it a little dust off, he filled the barrels contents into the bowl. He then stut over to the pot in the fire pit, pulled out a poon, and poured a serving of the liquidity broth into pot.
All the while, you stood awkwardly bare and confused to the world.
“Why am I naked?” You ask the Orc.
The orc grumbled under his breath, spat into the bowl, and approached you.
“It is intrusive of the process.”
In a sudden move, the orc pinned you he cave wall. You yelp with pain, the harsh rocks digging into your back. Using the opportunity, the orc stuffed his figure into you mouth, and pushed your jaw wide open. Quickly he pored the bowls contents into you system. You struggled to move, your gag reflex failing as the awful, sludgy substance all went into you,
The orc lifted his arm from you, gave you a hard pat on your back, which was nothing compared to his, and walked back to a corner, and watched you.
You stared back, with an air of antisopation growing. But what were you waiting for?
Suddenly, it begun. A strangeness welled up in you.
The orc almost smiled, and said “Let’s make it a good one. You might even survive! Strong. Orc. Hormones and power!”
You stared down at your body, to a place on your form that tingled madly.