It’s a bit hard to get used to your new body as you try not to stumble and fall. Your body was much larger and heavier than before. It might take a while before you adapted to the change. Deciding to take it easy, you begin walking as you try to find the Great Hall.
You spot a small mirror at a nearby hut and take a look. The face that stared back was completely different. A broad, angular, and rough face looked back at you. Two huge tusks sticking out from your mouth, thick and sharp. It even looked liked your ears now came to a tip, spotting your pointy ears, and feeling them. Despite knowing you were an orc now, your reflection still surprises you. Even more with how you can see a small resemblance of yourself in the orc that was reflected.
Your eyes were still gray and your hair was still trimmed and short. In addition, your hair had also retained its light brown hue as well. The same could be said for your new thick bushy eyebrows and the short trimmed beard that now donned your face. Even your nose was the same shape, just longer and wider as if it adjusted to your new size.
It was strange noting how much different your body was to your old one but more peculiar on noticing their similarities. Your body was still pretty simple and had no distinct features you had seen on other orcs. No tattoos, piercings, or excessive body hair. Just like your old body. You assume this is how you would’ve look if you were born an orc. Perhaps the enchantment turned you into an orc while keeping some of your physical characteristics?
You turn from the mirror and remember that you had better things to do than to stare at yourself. Right now you had to blend in and make your way to the Great Hall.
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Finding the Great Hall wasn’t very hard. You could hardly miss it. An extremely big and long tent was placed in the center of the village and you could only assume it was the proper meeting place. It was also confirmed by a few orcs, although most had already made their way there by now, running toward the tent.
Spotting a familiar orc dressed in armor at the entrance quickly makes you pick up your pace. Your large feet and thick thighs easily give you a speed boost. You soon find it hard to control your acceleration and nearly run into him. Halting yourself in time, the unfriendly orc from before glares at you as you give him a weak grin.
“You’re cutting it close maggot! I nearly expected you to not arrive on time considering how much of a fucking disappointment you are!” The orc warrior barks at you.
Of course he just HAD to be supervising the tent entrance. You make your way inside as he continue to mutter insults about you. The inside of the tent is commodious and much more spacious that you had originally believed it to be from it outward appearance. There is a strong sound of chatter as many orcs talk with each other, the deep and rough voices making more noise.
All orcs were assembled in rows, standing in front of a long wooden platform that was placed at the very front of the tent. It looked like an assembly. You didn’t know too much about orcs originally and trying to understand them with limited knowledge was extremely difficult. Even more so when you were trying to be inconspicuous and blend in with them.
You walk to the last row and spot a few of the orcs you’d seen running to the tent. Making your way to the last orc of the row, he turns and looks at you in surprise.
“I didn’t think I’d see the day when someone arrived even after me!” he shouts, in a deep but amused voice. The orc is a two or three inches taller than you and has dark brown hair. He has a few piercings in his ears and a necklace composed of four teeth. His unkempt hair is short and he has a bushy and messy beard. His body has a bit more fat than yours, but he still has developed and prominent muscles. They’re just more beefy. You also notice a few scars over his body and despite being an orc, he looks friendly. He’s also just wearing a loincloth although his looks dirtier.
“Me neither.” A serious and unamused orc says with an extremely deep voice. Standing to the left of the last orc, this orc is the same height as you and looks very different than the other one. His body is more toned that either of yours and he has a dense layer of body hair covering his entire body. He has piercing blue eyes that contrast his dark black hair and despite being hirsute, he has a short maintained beard. He’s wearing a clean loincloth where a bushy treasure trail seems to be peeking out of. This guy looks and acts serious but you don’t sense any harm from him either.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I’m Kagan,” the friendly orcs says and points to the orc next to him. “And this is Lurog. What’s your name?”
“Oh I’m Borr-,” you begin to say your old name Borris and realize that the name would probably stick our considering all the strange names the orcs give each other.
“Borrr…uk. Yep. I’m Boruk. Boruk the orc.” You state awkwardly.
Kagan looks at you with an eyebrow raised but an amused expression while Lurog doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. He’s already turned away and facing the front.
The sound of the third bell penetrates the tent and saves your from further embarrassment as the entire tent goes silent. You and Kagan face the front and you notice every orc has done the same. Straightening their backs, standing stiff and upright. You mimic their actions and stand the same way.
After a few minutes pass, there’s a sound of heavy footsteps as a large orc enters from the other entrance of the tent. The one closer to the wooden platform. He walks towards it and stands on it, leaving him towering over all of you even more than he had before.
Was this the Chief of the Wolf Clan? Why had he assembled you all here? And what was going to happen next? These questions ran through your mind as you waited to see what would happened.