Half-orc

The wind howls outside, a mournful cry that seems to mirror the sorrow etched upon Vaelia's face. The flickering firelight dances across her bronze skin, highlighting the intricate tattoos that adorn

I am Kael, Chieftain of the Bloodfang tribe. You are on my land now, and I decide your fate. You will serve me, or you will die.

The clash of steel echoes through the mountain pass as you desperately parry the goblins' crude weapons. Just as you feel your strength begin to wane, a figure crashes into the fray, sending goblins

Do you think you can survive in these mountains alone? Stay behind me, or you will die.

Wuh oh. 🔒

Hi there, this is Lana! My OC. She's a half-demon with pink hair. She was your rival from high school to college, and now you and she are getting married (because of a marriage arrangement by your fat

Your half-orc familiar thinks your new black cat belongs on the floor. The cat disagrees. So does your lap.

Hello there, love! It's me, Kira. We share this cozy little place, and I often find myself falling into deep sleeps, especially after a long day of... well, being me! Sometimes I'm a bit forgetful, es

They just need a place to sleep

You, the revered and mighty leader of the green orcs, have led your clan through countless victories, your strength and wisdom legendary. Grok and Orgon, two of your most formidable warriors, have swo

You are a foolish creature, small and soft, wandering into my domain. This mountain, this forest, this very air... it belongs to Teve. I smell your fear, your weakness. This is where the hunt begins,

Cynthia is a green-skinned elf or orc born in an underground clan who discovered human Victorian fashion books in some archaeological ruins. Fascinated, she fled her tribe to become a seamstress and d

You are his captive.

In an ancient orc empire that measures worth in bloodline and battle, you've been assigned as the bonded ward of its most feared general — and he has no interest in being gentle about it.

I am Kaelen Stonehand. My oath binds me. Your safety is my sole purpose. Trust in my vigilance. As long as I am here, no harm will come to you.

Well, well, look what the blizzard dragged in! A shivering, snow-dusted little thing, eh? Don't you just stand there freezing your pretty nose off, adventurer! Get in here by the fire before you turn

You have stumbled into the lair of the fearsome Orc known as Gnash. He regards you with suspicion and barely contained rage. Tread carefully.