Cinders of Shura'Dul

[Nicoffee]

SKATOR, FORTRESS OF SHURA, CLOSE TO THE PORTAL TO LOZZE. EARLY IN THE MORNING.

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Nowhere in Skator was hospitable, yes.

True.

Absolutely.

The entire place was a wasteland, hellish, roasted, aggressive land that would snap open and eat your legs if it could.

Still, couldn't Shura have built his fortress somewhere a little less...Dangerous?

The fortress was located underground, more specifically under the ground and dangerously close to a volcano. Hot wind hit you from all directions, your chest, your back, the very nape of your neck. Rivers of lava traveled all around the place, the smell of cinders, granite, and sweat permeated every cell of your nostrils. The sound of crackling, breaking and reshaping of stone echoed around and within your ears, coupled with the sound of running magma and water. The only way to travel around the many districts of the fortress was through boat, boats made stone and iron, made to resist the intense heat of the water they sailed on. Even though the boats resisted, not the same could be said for the passengers, even the hardest, meanest orcs couldn't travel around in these boats for longer than a few hours without needing a break to cool off and regain their bearings. The steam got to you, was good for you pores and your skin, supposedly, up to a certain point, but any more and it also burned, made your head light, peeled layers off your skin as they would singe, leaving orcs almost pure flesh as their entire skin was melted off their muscles.

Off in the distance, rivers of lava poured down from above and within, landing close to the water, but not directly on top, the rivers of magma and water poured and ran, dodged and met with each other in several places, creating the dangerous, environment where you found yourself. As those who had been baptized with Shura's ashes, all of you had been brought here to fulfill your birthright. To be the fist orcs to step into Lozze after your kind had been banished from those lands for so long. The anticipation was palpable, really. It could be seen in the eyes of all other orcs, the envy, they knew that, for better or for worse, most of them would not be following your footsteps. You were to step through and repopulate, colonize Lozze with orc kind...You weren't there to make passage for more, the portal was too unstable to transport anyone else but those who had already been chosen with Shura'Dul's remains.

You were currently in the tower where the portal was being hosted. The portal was receiving its final preparations in the lowest underground floor of the tower, the floor above that was where the War bosses were congregating and...Debating, that is to say, drinking, shouting, and beating the daylights out of each other...As usual. The floor above that was the entrance hall, where orcs...Well...Entered the tower from. It didn't have much...A huge door where walked in through, a huge barrel of beer for folks who came in thirsty...Orc ale was not exactly the tastiest out there, or refreshing, really, especially since it burned on the way down (and out). But, since the alternative was just plain water...Well, it still got chugged down a fair bit. It was great for relieving pain as well...Since it kind of made your entire body burn from the inside, it usually distracted you from the actual of possible getting shot.

Anyways, back to our heroes, back to you.

Above the entrance hall there were exactly five floors to the tower, all of them built to train, educate, and prepare for the journey ahead, these had been your home for the last month or so. With the last one being your sleeping quarters, where you had been spending the past few days of your life as you prepared to go on your little excursion.

The first floor was a collection of knowledge, that is to say books, records, and scrolls, on Lozze. Kept from back the times when Orcs who had stepped on both lands still existed. The records are...Quite dated. A thousand years, really so how useful they'll be once you actually step into Lozze is...Questionable, at best. Hopefully you all still speak the same language, at least...Otherwise, as great War Boss Yore'Mul used to say, if you can't understand a word of what your enemy is saying just put an axe in-between his eyes, it won't help you actually figure out what he's saying but, well, if he was interested in communication you probably wouldn't be enemies to start with.

The second floor were training quarters with a bunch of dummies set up with crudely faces of humans and elves onto them...Probably not as dangerous and uh...Immobile as the real thing but, it was good for practicing reflex at least...Learning to shoot and smash things with less usual saturated shades of skin...Well, for you. Above that was the cantina, were not only you got your food but you had also been educated on the some of food and wildlife of Lozze from the records. Namely, which you could put your mouth and which you could not. They had something called "fruit", which supposedly tasted sweet and juicy, your instructor compared it to a mushroom, except it didn't have a chance to be poisonous...How curious!

The third floor was for relaxation and unwinding, something as important as high tension and steel grinding. In this floor you could find more orc ale, a brothel, with a wide variety of other orcs to suit one's needs and itches...Oh, and there was a game room for rugby...Or as some orcs called it, football...Even though you didn't really use your feet that much. Unless your opponent fell and you were kicking his teeth in...But anyways, apologies for digressing.

Fourth floor was survival training, were War Boss Yollu'Zin was going through some of the basics of surviving out in the wastes. As well, he was instructing on more architectural uses for wood. Of course, you were familiar with the material, but it was rare, sparse, buildings and constructions were usually built of stone, rock and iron, not wood, but Lozze supposedly had large, strong trees, with wood that could be used for much greater constructions, and although stone may be more familiar, War Boss Yollu'Zin had instructed you on how to build a tent, small shack or basic tools out of wood, if necessary.

And the fifth was, as previously mentioned, the living quarters, where you had been sleeping, waking up, jacking off, getting dressed, that sort of thing. You had also gotten to somewhat know your fellow Shura baptized, not a whole lot, most of your time was spent on training and then each of you went on your separate ways but you all at least knew each other by name and could tell each other apart with a certain degree of ease...Especially "Savage", who just...Announced his presence, wherever he was.

Supposedly, this was the big day, this was the day you would step through the portal and ground your feet on Lozze's bountiful lands, claim it as your own, put your flag in it, put your dick in it, impregnate it, make it your baby, see it grow, treat it good, give it an axe, that sort of thing. But not yet, the portal was still getting ready...In the meantime you had the morning to yourself, have one last read through the scrolls, maybe get yourself something to eat...Or maybe just go to the brothel and start early on the whole impregnating part. Or, maybe, you were just getting yourself a relaxing steam bath close to the water...Not too close though, it'll boil your skin off.

Regardless...You had about an hour or two...What were you up to?

[VintageBass]

Mulk lets out a hearty sigh as he finds himself feeling content with his current living conditions.

Now it's certainly different from the small church out far from the closest villager, but it's definitely not any different from any other environment in this hell they call home. A tad more harsher, but this is just a way to help train them up to be stronger and hardened orcs for all the battles ahead. It was rough, but Mulk adapted and practically welcomed it when he arrived at the fortress. Taking in a good dose of that sulfur air and feeling the burn shouldn't be good, but the hardness of this location only helps them prepare for what lies ahead. It keeps them strong, resisting any potential danger while providing an intimidation factor to show just how powerful the orcs truly are. Perhaps the fortress could be better elsewhere, but if this serve as a final gateway to the world they once have access to, it's a fitting piece to mark a new journey for the lot of them.

However what Mulk saw the most when he arrived, besides the various orcs living here, was the library. He found the place to be the most relaxing section in the fortress and something he found enlightening. Granted the text here is ancient, but there's always something new to explore with the text there. Various writing styles, each accounting different things and people and how all of it tells something unique about the writers who jotted these words down. For Mulk the religious text was his primary focus as while the general history and the more "up-to-date" information about Lozze isn't going to help him, especially maps as locations of various civilizations are likely going to change to suit the needs of the residents and the potential chance of some seismic shifts to drastically alter the landscape to make the land far more different than what's etched onto paper.

He'll worry about that in survival.

The religious text does intrigue him more than anything else as surely despite the changing times, this seems to be something that humans and elves keep close to them. That healthy devotion to the creator of the world and everything else, the various lore about how everything came into being and the many, many rules that one follows to be a good person. This certainly doesn't apply to orc behavior in the slightest, given their own upbringing, but it's a fascinating to read. Elves and humans do have quite different beliefs but there are similarities between the two that Mulk could use to his advantage. While not a true battle-hardened warrior like his brother and sister orc, Mulk does see himself as a paladin of sorts and if he could use his orcish charms to help swoon over followers then he may have something going for him. Of course there is the fact that this text is old, but anything is workable provided he has a clear understanding and can work it to his advantage.

But occasionally Mulk has his needs crop up. A library based on old text from the old world is certainly not the most ideal to get his itch settled, but his curiosity got him peeking around to see if there was... something more to what humans and elves normally read. There is always that carnal need and Mulk knows he can go to the brothel to settle things, which he does after spending some time in the training hall practicing up on his hammer arm. The work out certainly helps get the blood flowing and watching the others train get him excited as well... in more ways than one. Anyway, there was going to be that one section that shouldn't be seen but contains language that gets the mind flowing, the blood rushing and a sense of tingling pleasure. Problem is Mulk doesn't like the books that are in this section as it doesn't really click with him. Granted, these books do explore some... unique tastes that the humans and the elves, especially the elves, seem to hold back from their peers. Orcs aren't like that. If anything they clearly relish in their own sexuality and don't mind bumping uglies. There's even competitions involved, something that Mulk once took part in and... well, he certainly wasn't a victor, he didn't get last and it was a night he won't forget.

But there was one book that he found, though. Far out of reach and out of the way that hardly anyone touched it. Reading through makes it look like the other books Mulk read up at that point, but there seems to be a twist with this one. There seems to be a forbidden love between an elf and an orc, which surely is fictitious in all accounts but Mulk is intrigued. The book goes into extensive and graphic detail, showing the raw strength of the orc taking on this frail elf, describing just how in depth the whole process is and displays the rather fascinating kinks this writer has. Just reading it has Mulk in the position of the orc in the book, taking his well-sized cock and just filling up this poor elf. Mulk's hips move on their own, his crotch tightening as his eyes scan each word, until that need gets to the point where he has to excuse himself and seek out some help from someone. Rarely does anything get him this worked up but the fact that there's this one individual this naughty and sinful makes Mulk want to see the writer out and give him the fantasy that he written out.

After that experience, the schedule during his time here would be in the mornings spend some time studying up on the text in the library, memorizing what he can and formulate what will work best for when he journeys to Lozze, followed up with some training with the dummies to keep himself in shape for battle. Despite his fascination with reading, it's best not to make himself rusty. A orc that cannot fight is better off dead and Mulk doesn't want to lose his edge in combat in the slightest. Then in the evening it's a relaxing time at the brothel, where he gets to hang with his brothers and unwind, drinking and enjoying the sins of the world with them all. Along with the combat, this is also something he doesn't want to get rusty in, making sure that he gets better and be able to paint his partners white while enjoying a fantastic time. During this there is the trips to the survival floor where he is taught how to live off the land and survive the world he's tasked to take over. It's not the most exciting thing, but this is the main thing that's going to get him through and skipping out on this would be rather disastrous.

Now it's the morning of when the chosen few get to step forth and venture to Lozze for the first time. Mulk, after getting up from his late night sleep, begins to prepare himself for the occasion. His mind wanders back to that one elf from the book, imagining him fully in detail and as bare as Mulk is right now. Now the chances of finding this elf is going to be impossible, but this push is enough to get him ready for the task ahead. This erection won't do and considering he did spend last night getting a good refresher on survival and he manage to milk every last bit of information out of the text, perhaps saying goodbye the orc way to his brothers at the brothel sounds nice. Get a drink and a light snack in and he should be set. Mulk gathers up his gear and makes his way out towards the brothel to meet up with that shortstack Miru'Zaak, making sure that he's well fitted and ready to go when it's time for him to leave.

[mrblah]

Gubor, the weapon of mass destruction that he is, would usually be found in the training area or some other place his handlers had told him to be to prepare for his trip. They wanted him to be at his top percentage for any dangers him or his fellow orcs may come across in the mysterious land that Lozze has become. He had tried his best to appease their wishes, but as usual, they had to use some pretty extreme methods to get his head in the game. Some things never change, and Gubor's stubbornly peaceful nature is one of them. But now, they had given him a moment of reprieve to do with as he wished, be it burning himself with steam by the water, or filling his stomach with whatever was in the cantina. He could even go to the library and try his hand at reading one of the books, or go searching for his soon-to-be travel buddies and see if he can get closer to them.

But instead of doing any of that, Gubor was, surprisingly enough, in the brothel. It wasn't a place he'd normally associate much with (except for when he REALLY needs it), but this time around was different. Soon, he'd be leaving his home to some place far from it, with a great task he must complete with other orcs he doesn't know so well, in a possibly extremely dangerous land. Now, Gubor wasn't the fearful type. He wasn't afraid of all the possible dangers that may be hiding in Lozze, but he was especially afraid of whatever could happen in there that might set him off. Berserking around friendlies was usually frowned upon by his teachers, as he couldn't control his actions and might end up doing more harm than good for the cause. So, he's a little bit stressed and felt the need to unwind with someone.

Hence why he was there with a goblin (What was her name again? Vub? Grub? Something with an 'ub). Of course, he hadn't came specifically for the type of service she's probably accustomed to. Rather, he was just speaking his mind and venting out his problems. "So it's been a little bit much, you know? All this pressure on me t' do this quest with some others I don't know. It's just somethin' I hadn't expected t' ever do, like my handlers don't really send me off without one of 'em nearby t' make sure nothin' bad happens. Now they won't be there if I get outta control." He was laying down on his back, looking up and drinking some water out of a big jug to help his nerves. Orc ale was something he usually stayed away from, as the burning sensation had become one of his triggers. "And I ain't ever comin' back, too. Never gonna see 'em ever again, or feel the heat of home. I just might get homesick, you know? Like it ain't gonna be easy, I know. But I mean, can't deny 'em this. They made me for this. Like, this is my life's purpose here. I HAVE to do it." He continued in his deep voice, his thick Ogrillon accent ever-present.

[MelissaB]

Zorc had enjoyed his time in this rather poorly positioned keep, sure it was intimidating as hell and he imagined if anyone wanted to assault it not only would the defnders have a great advantage from the high slopes but the rivers of lava would certainly make any would be attackers think twice about their assault but still, was something homely about the place, reminded him how far his people had came in taming this hostile land.

Still his time here had been spent preparing for this lush apparently green land he had never seen and an enemy he wasn't even sure what it looked like, but was one of a few that were for this task and their time had been spent training, fucking, more training, more fucking and training again, all to prepare them for this new world for which they were to tame and conquer like their ancestors had this land when they were banish to it so long ago.

Despite what some may of thought about him with his utter discard for how a male orc should dress he was often dressed as a female of his kind, complete with their face paint or make up as it's more commonly referred to as well as clothing and armor more suited to their form. Zorc spent his time in the training hall for msot of his stay, practicing his aim and his abilities with his hand weapons, punching strking and shooting down the dummies in a mix of styles, preparing to make sure his skills were never slacking.

Waking up in the living quarters he catches a sight of Mulk getting out of bed, grinning to himself he does the same, getting ready for his final stay in his home before setting out on their mission. Stretching he gives the larger male a wink before getting dressed, fitting himself into his light armor an getting his weapons on his person before he deals with his appearance in a more cosmetic manner before moving towards the brothel, he might as well have his final hour or so year enjoying the whores at the brothel after all deciding to grab the the whore Zuck, and take him for one last ride before he stepped through the portal.

[MiscChaos]

Most feel the oppressive heat of the volcano this keep call home and want nothing more than to stay away from it or limit their exposure to it in some way. Ragash, she wants to learn from it. To study it's heat and learn how to make her own fires just as hot. To figure out how to bring the good properties, how the heat revitalizes and cleanses the skin. To conquer it's power and reduce someone to ash without even touching them, the sheer ferocity of her fire stealing life. She spends more time than is probably wise near the lava, holding her fire in her hands to compare and then figure out how to turn up the heat. She still isn't close she doesn't think, but mastering fire to the point of throwing lava isn't something she was gonna do in a month or so anyway. Still, it's something to work on while the days are slow or she really wants to make an impression. Or a steaming pile of slag, she supposes. She'd be fine with making either.

At the very least she's finally alone. At first, she was surrounded by people seeking to revisit old childhood hurts revolving around her lack of horns. They found out very quickly that even if she can't match the lava quite yet, her flames are a lot hotter than anyone wants anywhere near their skin. Or their mouths. And especially their genitalia. On the bright side, she's learned that shoving a flame up someone's ass can result in them becoming a dragon for a brief time. You know, before they die from having all their internal organs burned. Once people figured out that was a poor idea, she was surrounded by people who did that whole "You may never see another orc again. Why not leave your seed to be remembered by/bare my seed for the new world?" She took up a few on the idea of leaving her seed behind, but going into a world pregnant sounds like an excellent way to get killed or taken as some exotic breeding stock because she's too gravid to hold off easy prey. It'll happen eventually since their whole purpose in this new world is to reintroduce some good ol' orcish values to it, but upon entry is a very poor time to do it in her opinion.

Still, the time for training is past. Now, it's time to get a bit of relaxation before it's time to go. Gathering herself from her contemplation of the lava, she prepares to find a bath. As productive as testing her flames against the magma has been, it doesn't change the fact that she reeks of sweat. Not exactly the figure she wants to cut when she walks through that portal.

[lilbooth]

Uram awoke on this day like he had on many others, with a pained sigh. The years had not been kind to his body. Sure, he was bound with muscles nearly head to toe, but it had been long since he used them in a fight. There was a time he could eat and drink and fuck to his heart's content, now his upkeep was a bit tougher. In preparation for his journey to Lozze, he had been running and training in his armor every day. But before his run, he had to make his way to the kitchen. Running on an empty stomach was torture, but running on a full one was almost just as bad. Uram considered himself a rather practiced cook. He had a large pot that he tended every morning that he forbid all others orcs from using. His warnings often went unheaded which, had led to a series of unfortunate burns. It was a broth of sorts, made mostly of meat scraps, bones, and mushrooms, with the very rare addition of herbs. He had never really emptied the pot, he just kept adding more each day before he slept so his hearty breakfast was ready for him. Uram summoned a flame between his hand and ignited a few coals under his pot. Once his broth was warm he gulped down several mouthfuls and returned the pot back to fire, topping it off with water before heading downstairs.

His training routine was simple. Crunches, push ups, pull ups, squats, and running, lots of running. He did all he could in his armor, attempting to build his endurance. He didn't take advantage of the training dummies much, his fire was a potent tool that didn't require much honing. He finished his run by one of his favorite hot water baths. He sat a bit closer to the magma than most, he loved the heat, had for quite some time. While he was simmering away, at the edge of what would be considered sane, steam lapping against his shoulder and face, he saw Ragash heading his way. He held a certain fondness for her, she was pure, like the flame she controlled. She was young too and had mastered the flame far faster than he ever did. The benefits of being a full bloodied Ord he supposed.

"Plenty of room for two." Shouted Uram when Ragash was in earshot. "Wouldn't mind a bit more heat." He said, raising his arms and flashing some flame into the air. It would be nice to chat with her for a bit, even measure her strength. Either way, a long soak in the bath would help his muscles relax, and perhaps his chat with the beautiful young Ragash might lead to some further relaxation.

[exalted]

"Oooooooooh YEAH!" The Waaaaghcho Orc shouted as he bust a nut in another fan girl.

Pulling out, he slapped his wet, softening cock across her cheeks a few times before cleaning himself with her hair before he let her exhausted body collapse back down into the pile of bodies around him in his room. The Great Waaaaaghcho Orc was leaving for good, so it was only right he give it one more time to his adoring fan girls. His body slick in bodily fluids, food juices and booze he decided he was about as Orc as an Orc could be and stamped away, pulling on his brightly covered pants and sleeveless shirt with his logo on.

"OOOOOH YEAH!" he shouted again, booting open his door, "The WAAAAAGHCHO! Orc is ready for his breakfast!"

[MiscChaos]

Ragash raises an eyebrow as someone calls out to her. And here she thought she'd finally made everyone see sense and not draw her attention unnecessarily. Then she takes in who's speaking to her and her guard relaxes the smallest bit. Uram was another of those who were going through the portal with her. More to the point, he was one of the more tolerable ones going with her. His age made him less... well stupid than a lot of the orcs she's had to mess with. His fires aren't the raging, all consuming ones of so many other orcs that she's had to snuff out. They're tempered like a forge; still plenty dangerous but useful in other ways as well. She figures she can do worst when it comes to bathing company. At the very least it'd probably be a bad idea to set his hair on fire since he might actually return the favor.

"Aye, old bones. Just remember to keep your hands to yourself and I won't have to show you how I make a dragon." She responds as she approaches, stripping out of her clothing as she does. No point to being modest with people she's very likely going to be fighting alongside in the near future. They've likely seen it all anyway and things like body shyness might be a difference between slaying something or being slain because she stopped to cover a nipple revealed by an opportune attack. She doesn't end up right next to Uram though, keeping a bit of space between the two.

[lilbooth]

"Calm down young blood, your temper is well known, and my hands are no good for sharing..." He said as he watched her disrobe and enter the water. "I know you're not one for company, and neither am I for that matter, but I figure we should try to get acquainted before passing through the portal. We are the only two that will carry the flame forward, and it would be a pity to watch it be extinguished in the next generation. I understand I'm far from the uh... ideal choice for a mate, but the years have left me quite skilled in pleasure, even for a body as unique as yours." He said gesturing towards Ragash calmly.

"Please take some time to think it over, I wouldn't want to find myself turned into a dragon for overstepping your boundaries."

[Lorielle]

It was finally here the day she’d fought tusk and tooth for. Mere hours from her coming glory. She felt.. anxious though. She was going to one of the first orcs to ever step foot back in Lozze since ancient times. All orcs who have ever called it home have long since died and their children’s children have passed as well. Their memories faded into dusty tomes that only tell a varnished truth. She wanted to go back and not only take back what was once theirs but have a story that would last as long as Shura’s.

Karma found herself in the library of the citadel after practicing her shooting for a good few hours was reviewing the various Magics that the humans and elves used to banish their ancestors. From what she knows they may have improved their magic since then or wallowed in their glory. But it was dangerous to underestimate a foe like the many that fell to her axe because she looked to small to properly wield said beast.

[MiscChaos]

Ragash does her best to suppress a sigh. Why is it that her people can only think with their fists or their crotch? Makes it rather hard to get into conversations where she doesn't want to set the other person on fire by the end. Even if she knows he has a point about being the only two Ondon passing through the gate, why would he propose that NOW? The tales of what she's done to people making the same offer and why she's done so has to have made the rounds by this point. Asking her more of the same... just how can he think that's a good idea? Maybe she overestimated his intelligence.

"Old bones, I realize you're ancient, but I didn't realize you were hard of hearing as well. I'll tell you as I've told countless others: There's no way in hell I'm going to the other side of that portal gravid with child. Not only will that limit my options when it comes to combat, it may very well spell my end. It is not even an option until I know what lies in wait for us." She states, sounding just as annoyed with Uram as she has with everyone else who's asked. "Do not press the subject or you will not like the results." The air around her heats up in her agitation, unsubtly letting him know just why he wouldn't like the end game.

[NepawS]

Lynix was facinated by the area wich she and her companions have traveled to. The lava and heat wich where surrounding the final keep before Lozze were radiating death and destruction. She was surrounded by a force of nature wich could kill an entire army in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing then maybe a pile of ashes behind. Lynix was enjoying every second of this, mostly in the training quarters where she was practicing the speed and precision of her strikes against target dummies. It was unknow what she and her companions will exactly meet on the other side of the portal so she was trying to prepare herself for as many situations as possible. Given the circumstances tough, this was a pretty hard task as the target dummies weren't the most active sparring partners but she figured that it would attleast be helpfull beeing able to kill an orc with one swift strike... since humans and elves are basically like orcs, right? Just a bit more fragile and smaller wich should not make it any more difficult to bring them down.
If she wasn't cutting open target dummies, she would try to expierence the heat she admires as much possible. If that was trough taking relaxing baths near the lava or just walking around completly naked, feeling the hot winds hitting her body relaxed her immensly. Eventhough the surrounding area was radiating from death and hopelessness, the heat actually gave Lynix the feeling of beeing alive.

After another long day was spent in the training quarters, Lynix wiped the sweat away from her forheard as she stretching herself, releasing a long yawn. Today she decided to train naked again, her body covered in sweat from the training session as she decided to go for one last bath before their great journey to Lozze began, wich was just a mere day away. She grabbed a towel and made her way towards her favourite spot as she felt the heat on her exposed body before she sunk into the hot water. Her muscles started to relax as her thoughts drifted away... What will the coming day hold for her and her companions? Will they actually be able to mark a new spot in the history of the orc? And most importantly, how much blood will be shed... She catches herself in her toughts again as the pain from the heat starts to become really unconfortable, even for her liking. She steps out of the water before more serious burns start to occour and decides to go for some food, since her stomach was allready making itself heard. And maybe after that she could visit the brothel again for some extra relief. She remembers the whore Darrus beeing pretty nicely packed so might aswell go for another round with him while she still can...

[lilbooth]

"Ha! You thought I meant today? Right now? How foolish do you think I am. I may be without some faculties by I assure you my mind is sound." Said Uram gently tapping his fingers to his temple. "I'm already a half-blood, and I had a hard enough time taming the flames. You, on the other hand, I wouldn't be surprised if you pissed fire at this point. It was merely a suggestion my dear. I do not crave flesh as much as I used to, certainly not if my death is shortly after." He explained calmly, her temper was worse than usual.

"It is not a matter of pride or lust, my girl, simply a biological necessity..." He began to say, stopping to scratch his chin, "Come to think of it... you may be more than capable of ensuring the survival of the flame yourself no? You've given a few girls your gift in the past." He eyed her for a few moments, raising his eyebrows and offering a brief shrug. "The way I see it, you need to survive. The flames still have a chance with you around. I may not mean much, but you've got my protection once we go through that portal."

[MiscChaos]

Ragash forces some calm into herself as Uram explains himself. Again, he makes sound points. She really oughtta remember that she does hold him in higher regards than most. Then again, that's why it was so disappointing since she thought he had failed to meet her raised standards of him. "My apologies, old bones. I'm much too used to the typical example of our kind." She attempts to defend herself. Honestly, just in this month alone she's received more propositions to receive someone's seed than she has the rest of her life combined. She's had to remove the eyes of more than a few of them when they couldn't seem to learn that when she says keep their leering eyes off her, she means it.

"Ay, the idea is sound. Depending on what goes on in the future I would not be terribly adverse to it. Provided you survive that long." She says the last part jokingly. She expects it'd take more than simple old age to bring Uram low. "You're sure you have enough fire left in that kiln?"

[lilbooth]

"I assure you I'm no less potent now than I was 30 years ago. Be happy to prove it to you if you'd like." Said Uram as he stood up, waved his dick lazily in the air, and stepped out of the bath. "There are methods of copulation that don't risk impregnation you know. You can certainly do better than me if you need a good fuck though... there are professionals for that sort of thing." He raised his hands to his chest and pressed them together firmly, slowly steam began to rise from all over his body, quickly drying the water from his thick leathery skin. "What I can offer you though, is the best damn meal you've ever had, I may throw in a bit a wisdom too." He said with a quick wink as he offered Ragash his outstretched hand, still radiating with warmth.

[Nicoffee]

Brothel


Mulk

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You make your way over to brothel and, interested in the compact sized fun package of Miru'Zaak, request and make your way to a specific room selected for the two of you. You got into the room first, finding a large bed set in the middle, coupled with several decorations and toys that were set up nearby and in easy to reach positions. A few short moments after you had sat there waiting, the door swung open, the short, pineapple-haircut goblin waltzing his way in with both his hands in his pockets. "Oh, Mulk." Miru stated, a short, mischievous grin slowly forming along the edges of his lip. The goblin reached up to scratch the lobe of his ear, closing his eyes as she scratched his itch on his ear, for he knew full well any other itches would be tended to soon.

"Today's the big day, right? Gotta admit, it'll be a shame to see this tower being more on the empty side again...Though, I can't say I'll miss you guys' libido." He chuckled, taking short measured steps towards you, his eyes traveling up from your eyes down to your crotch, bulging with your soon to be freed erection. "Oh my. Seems the day isn't the only thing getting big around here..." He chuckled before nonchalantly reaching over with his palm and grabbing the head of your cock directly through the cloth, squeezing hard as he began to feel out the crown of your dick with his digits, his hand closing down around it and slowly traveling to squeeze around the shaft, pressing his palm against the head of your cock, squeezing and kneading you. "...So! What'll it be today, hmm?"

Gubor

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Meanwhile, in the room next door. Kub and Gubor were currently sitting down next to each other on their private room in the brothel, as both of them sat on a small sofa that was present in the room, the scene looked rather...Peculiar. Gubor sat on one end of the sofa, incidentally making the poor thing squeak and squeeze against the floor as it looked like it was about to give out from the weight and, yet, the pressure caused the other side of the chair to perk up, the side where Kub was sitting, perk up just enough for her to be almost at shoulder height with the ogrillon. "Well, but that's what you all have been training for, right?" The little goblin questioned, while filing her nails. She knew for a fact you weren't the kind to usually come around, so she was expecting something huge to happen...Quite literally, she was decked out from head to toe in what passed off as "orc lingerie" which was to say some rather revealing leather straps that did very little to hide her actual features.

She watched you chug down that water, glancing nervously at that jug and thinking she'd probably drown if she tried to ingest what you just swallowed there. "At the end of the day, you're going there to make your own family too, in a way, no? You can't get homesick if you make that place your new home. And hey, who knows if you'll even NEED to lose your temper at any point? Sure, there will be high tensions all around, but it can't be worse than the high tensions that we already naturally have around here. I hear you're going to place that's filled with lush grass, whatever grass is, life, tasty food, big open fields that don't smell like corpses." She mumbled, pulling the file away to glance at her own nails. "Heck, a lot of people envy the opportunity you're getting...I know I sure do." She shrugged her shoulders slowly. "...Also! Think that you'll get to find some curvy, fertile and pretty female humans and elves...From what I heard, their beauty surpassed that of any orc..." She stated, pondering out loud, before she glanced at herself in a mirror. "I'm sure they never saw an orc such as me, of course, but still, the bar over there must be pretty high, so you've got that to look forward to."

Zorc

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Arriving at the brothel shortly after Mulk, you see the gray orc make his way into Miru's room, with the goblin following shortly after. Your own partner appears soon, though he seems intent to accompany you to the room himself. The taller, slightly lime green Mountain Orc rubs his nose as he walks over to you, grinning a wide big smile before wraps his arms around you and picks you up bridal style, carrying you in his arms towards your room. "Awww, what's the matter? Couldn't leave without saying goodbye?" He winked at you, leading you into his own room. Zuck'rish was a handsome orc stud, sure, but that hadn't been why you had gotten particularly fond of him, no. Zuck had a bit of a peculiar background, before he had been imprisoned and turned into a manwhore to pay off his debts, Zuck was a pirate. He traveled around Skator pillaging, raping and plundering all sorts of places. In his time, the mountain orc had learned many things, among these, his time manning the sails and fixing the hull of the ship had awarded him with plenty of knowledge on knots and on carpentry.

He carried you into his private room, which was littered with a wide variety of...Accessories and tools which he had developed to...Assist in his work. In your other 'sessions' with Zuck, he had done several different things to take advantage of you and your frame, too. Once, he tied your entire body tightly in a suit made of rope, only to then pick you up and rail your ass with his prick like you were an oversized flesh light. At another point, he had used his ropes to tie you up to a wood beam on the ceiling, fucking both your asshole and mouth in alternating turns, all the while you hung suspended in the air...

You were pulled off your daydreaming as Zuck slipped his hand into your pants to begin prodding your rear entrance, his thick, hard finger probing around the entrance of your backside. "...So...What are you in the mood for today, dearest?"

Savage

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Needless to say, the past few days for you hadn't been so focused on training...But rather, saying your goodbyes to all your adorable fans, leaving a few "memories" of yourself in this land before you moved on to your next ring that you would conquer. Even if you were moving to a new land, people ought to remember you around here for a long long time! Eternity, even, maybe.

Regardless, you had your eyes on the prize, moving to Lozze would be just like when you first started your career, you'd be the Underdog, starting from the bottom, then slowly making your way up. Not that you were too worried, you're the cream of the crop, and the cream always rises to the top. Speaking of cream...No, not the cream you left in your fans, the food cream. You made your way to the cantina, where a large, many-course meal had been prepared for all of you before you departed. A big send-off before you all made your way out...Though of course, it was still being worked on. Large eggs had been popped and boiled, fried and made ready for your consumption, coupled with several varieties of meat, harvested from all the beasts around Skator...Sure, most of them were more muscle and bone than actual meat but hey, it's what you had around here! All of it had been carefully sprinkled with butter, made from the bosom of the finest orc maidens in the realm.

A quick glance around the cantina allowed you to catch a familiar face, the ogrillon Khsha was helping out with setting up the tables and food, blinking confusedly at seeing you here so soon. "Uhm..." She stammered, making her way closer to you. "We are...Still setting things up." The large woman stated, awkwardly poking her fingers together. "You don't mind waiting a little bit longer, do you, great Savage? O-Oh...Uhm...While you're waiting could you maybe uhm...Sign...This...For me?" She nervously requested, pulling out a teeny notebook clad in black leather.

Karma

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There was a saying among Orcs. Orcs are stupid, that is to say, they're generally not the brightest of fellows. But there were those who recognized this and worked hard to make themselves better and there were those who just wallowed in ignorance. You were preparing, so you were fairly sure you were the first type of orc and that was something you should've been proud of...Or at least, that's how the saying went, since the latter type didn't really stop to listen to sayings and the sort...

Craft roll! 8,4! Succeeded!

While browsing around the texts, you caught eye of something, a small scroll, sticking out of the pages of one of the books in the library. You reached over and nabbed it, pulling it open...

Holy Shura.

It was a map! A map of the entire continent of Lozze! How in the fuck had no one else happened upon this?!

You promptly swooped it open.



Well...Granted, a lot of the stuff in here probably changed, a thousand years and all that...Shores could've changed, tectonic movements might've shifted things around, but...Bringing this with you could be a huge help!

Lynix

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Lynix entered the cantina, the first thing she spotted was all the food being prepared, the second thing was uh...What was his name again? Waaagcho? Him and that brothel worker, Khsha, the ogrillon was caught currently holding up a little autograph leather book in front of the gray, wrestler orc. Figuring that, whatever was going on in here, you wanted nothing to do with it, you decided to skip over the snack and head instead for the 'main course', which was, namely the brothel. Making your back over to the correct floor, you arrived to see the place already had quite a few people with their rooms occupied, your mark, however, was currently sitting on a large sofa by the reception, a large smoking pipe in his mouth as he looked up at you, chuckling. "...My," he pulled the pipe off his mouth "seems today is going to be quite a busy day...So many people getting requested...Must be the special occasion...Oh well." He shrugged, before raising he pipe back to his mouth. "Sorry, but most of the other folk are busy or otherwise occupied..." Darrus spoke, matter-of-factually. "If you're looking for some fun time...I'm gonna have to do..." He motioned, patting the spot next to him in the sofa. "...Can I get you anything though...? Ale, maybe? If I remember correctly, you goblins are...Stretchy...But that doesn't mean you might not want to get a little bit of a high going first."

[exalted]

"The WAAAAAAAGCHO Orc waits for no one, ooooh yeah" he growled, curling his lip as he took the book and signed a page with a pen he always kept about just for these moments, "That's how ya get ta be the World Heavy Weight Champion, best there is, past present and future!"

Reaching into his tights, he pulled out his pre dripping cock and smeared it over the page as well before handing the book back. Reaching out, he grabbed the front of her top and yanked it down to reveal the swell of her breasts.

"Is this the only thing you wanted me to sign?" he grinned, scrawling his name across her tit flesh before wedging the book between her large mounds.

Turning her around savagely, he bent her over the table and hiked up her skirt, rubbing the shaft of his cock between her pussy and ass as he decided.

"Oooooh yeah, It's a smorgasbord" he cheered, picking up dishes from the table and balancing them on her back as he decided what to take.

[mrblah]

The ogrillon just shrugged, seeing the much smaller orc's point. "You're not wrong about all that, I know. Maybe you're right that I won't ever have t' get mad and I can start a family 'n all, and that the place probably ain't gonna kill me like this one could, but it don't change the fact that I'm never comin' back 'n that I'm leavin' everythin' I know 'n like. It's like my whole life's gettin' uprooted, 'n I can't say no or yes t' it all. Though, guess I couldn't say no t' begin with..." Gubor trailed off, taking the time not talking to drink from his jug again. "'cause you have a good point. I'm gettin' to do somethin' most orcs only ever dreamed of, 'n could dream of. I'm goin' to see things most don't get to in a place that ain't loaded wit' danger. This is a one of a lifetime opportunity, just as my handlers said." He paused again, seemingly thinking about whatever he's going to say next.

"I bet they'd think 'm crazy t' be so... what's the word, crossed?" His gaze moved to Vub, silently asking if he was picking the right term for his dilemma, but picked up from where he left off before she could actually agree or disagree. "Crossed on this. I know, I should be glad, right? 'n they'd also tell me t' use the little time I've got left wisely, as they would say. But I just can't think of anythin' other than this now, you know? Sub, what would you do 'n my shoes?" Gubor finished his tirade with a question, clearly not fully remembering the goblin's name as he substituted the K with an S.

[VintageBass]

There seems to be quite a bit of excitement happening around the brothel today. A bit of an understatement given what the place is about, but with what's happening for not only Mulk but the others baptized in the Great War Boss's ashes, the members living here are going all out to give them a day to remember. Mulk is going to miss this place as well, coming here after a good workout and getting to know the others through other methods. He considers it a shame that they aren't all gathering together for one big romp, but the more personal experience is perfectly fine for him. It gives him some time with one of his favorite whores and enjoy their service one final time. There's also Zorc, giving him a friendly wink before the two of them made their way to the brothel, and he wasn't shy to return the wink as well, licking his lips at the thought of enjoying the feminine orc once more. Seeing him getting spitroasted is a good memory... too bad they can't share a room together, but it's nothing too big.

For now Mulk has his tiny orc whore to tend to his craving and he's already getting down to work. Mulk groans in pleasure, taking in how the goblin is skilled with his hand, even with him missing a finger from what he called an "accident." He could simply let Ziru take care of him through his pants and call it there, but where's the fun in that? "I'm certainly goin' t' miss ya and the other handsome devils here as well!" he replied, grinning and moaning all while Ziru takes hold of his manhood. "It's been fantastic comin' here and... well, cummin'! I figure might as well spend the last day with my favorite tiny boy and here him holler! ya certain like that, hm?"

WIth how Ziru is doing him, it's only a matter of Mulk's legs going and having him collapse onto the edge of the bed. The tightness is getting unbearable and he might be ripping his trousers shortly if nothing is done. "Now, how about ya pull 'im out and give 'im a kiss," he asked Ziru, eyes down on his crotch. "And do ya have those heated oils? I wanna good rub down..." he pauses, looking over at where the supposed oils are before looking back at Ziru. "And don't be shy about usin' all of ya~"

[MelissaB]

half laughing half squealing as he's picked up he kicks his legs off as he's carried like a newly found bride to the whore's chambers. Recalling the other times with Zuck and Mulk for that matter, remembering the grin and wink from earlier, was surprised the larger orc didn't snap him up as well but seems he wanted some swamp orc to say goodbye to the land of their birth. Pulled back to reality by the finger as his ass he shivers and mewls. "Want something to miss when i leave later." He grins up at him before smirking, biting his lip seductively before looking around. "What haven't we tried before?" He asks calmly wondering if they could end with something new and different from the norm. "why don't you think of something while I get your cock ready?" He asks with a wink before moving to slip from his arms and feverishly tug down his pants to reveal what he came here for.