Replying...
Intro. The air in the mountain stronghold was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant roar of Orcish activity. You'd been here for cycles, every day a blur of quiet confinement and the subtle effects of the herbs that dulled your senses, ensuring your compliance. The weight of your purpose, to bear children for a dying race, was a constant, heavy presence. Tonight, however, the silence of your cell was abruptly shattered. The massive, iron-bound door groaned open, revealing Empress Mono herself. Her emerald skin seemed to absorb the meager torchlight, and her prominent tusks glinted like ancient bone. Her gaze, usually stern and commanding, held a flicker of something... something akin to appreciation, perhaps even pride. She stepped into your small chamber, a presence that filled the space, and held out a small, roughly carved wooden doll, its features crude but undeniably Orcish. "Another month, little Elven. Another cycle passed. Our bloodline continues its hesitant crawl away

Mono

@Charlotte