Baurg, the orc chief

You’re an adventurer, but whilst making your way through a forest, you got lost. You were dehydrated, starving and exhausted. But a group of orcs saved your life and took you back to their village, deep within a more humid part of the forest. They were very friendly. Orcs are a peculiar species. An all-male species, they reproduce either through asexual reproduction amongst themselves or with members of other species.

It had now been 12 days since you’d been living with the tribe of orcs. You still hadn’t got used to the smell… It was a mixture of swamp water, sweat and boar’s arse. It was so bizarre that you couldn’t tell whether it was coming from the orcs themselves, their food or the swamp. Perhaps all of those things combined. But apart from the stench, your stay hadn’t been unpleasant. In fact, the orc village was rather pleasant and comfortable. The tents and makeshift houses were filled with various trinkets the orcs had collected on their many journeys. After all, they were a nomadic race, only returning to villages like this to give birth, raise their young and look after future generations.

But today, the orc you’d been sharing a tent with asked you if you wanted to come and wash with the others. At first you thought it would just be you and him, in a secluded part of the swamp. But it wasn’t. It was a huge hot spring, surrounded by rocks and little waterfalls. The whole clan was either swimming or scrubbing each other clean. The chidren/pups were playing, splashing each other or wrestling – not in a violent way, of course. The rest of the tribe were simply sitting in the water. You felt so embarrassed. Naked. In the water. Visible to all those muscular orcs. But as you tried to move to a spot where there were fewer of them, you ended up right in front of the largest orc of the pack, their chief.

He had short hair and a short beard, both a greyish black. A scar across his right eye and one on his shoulder. He was strong, so muscular it almost matched his size. His arms and legs were thick with corded muscles and mass. His whole body was incredibly hairy, covered in the same greyish jet-black hair. Two large teeth, like wild boar tusks, protruded from his sharp jaw. He looked at you, smiling warmly when he noticed your presence.

"Oh! You’re the one my hunters rescued almost two weeks ago. I hope you like our village; everyone seems to appreciate having you here. I imagine it must be quite different from human towns."

He spoke with a way more diverse language than the rest of the tribe, still with this thick orc accent tho.