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Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

im sure they will be good friends lol also the post is up. tried a bit of crafting and rest before sending him out on his quest to find some wacky mushrooms

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// The Head Hunter >> Back to the forest //

Agar ignored the notification of ingested skill choosing instead to keep eating. The poison attack sounded interesting though, he wanted to see what that last skill was. The orc and the smell of this area all held a familiar feel that felt right to him. He didn’t expect her to accept him right away especially with how the other orcs talked about her. Still, she did offer him a few good options for quests.

Turning towards the sun when she mentioned the time, biting down on the wurm for a moment to measure the distance from the horizon to the sun with one hand under the other. He hoped that the measurement of judging how many hours were left in the day by judging his hands worked here too. If it did he still had some time but not much and he had to agree with her that he wasn’t best suited for this life yet as this runt.

It was a strange choice of quests and it felt like it was a test of sorts. The runt wasted little time in deciding his choice of task, “Agar does not wish to disrupt the tribe but help it, this one will retrieve the mushrooms. Gives time to learn the forest and our home.” A simple answer but he wanted to make sure she knew why he chose the mushrooms over stealing the pouch. Sure, it would probably be hilarious but he wanted the risk, the danger of risking his life.

He gave her a nod then headed back into camp, it was lunch time by now and plenty of the other orcs were sitting around the fires or eating a snack. Agar also took this opportunity to find an opening around one of the fires. Completing the quest was important but he also needed to take a moment to rest and recover his strength before pushing forward.

Laying out the harpy meat on the rocks close to the fire, it wasn’t going to be a perfect cooking surface but he just needed to give the meat a good sear before continuing into the forest. His hands were not idle while he rested and cooked. While continuing to finish the raw Tatzelwurm Agar laid out the parts of the creatures he had slain and began to make a basic pouch that at the very least should last him a day or two until he finds something else that works.

Pulling the harpy wing membrane out tight for a moment, clenching his hands and releasing them, they didn’t move like his old hands but they should do for this task. Carefully he began to lay out the membrane with the Tatzelwurm leather strips and broken coil bone. He carefully began breaking small bones off the coil bone and using them with the fangs and talons to pull twist and pin the skin of the beasts together using the tatezl claw to help puncture the skin and leather but did not use the claw or the intact harpy talon in the materiel used to create the pouch.

He wasn’t sure how well it would keep without being properly maintained but in the end, he had a working pouch. Still wasn’t sure how long it would last. The only time he stopped was to move the harpy meat around and he had finished his raw Tatzelwurm meat including the one eye he had harvested. the taste was weird but the salt he tasted in it was refreshing. Now he spent a little longer exposing the pouch to the flames of the fire to dry it in the way he set everything. Feeling satisfied with his pouch construction and the slightly blackened harpy meat, Agar carefully arranged everything that was left into the pouch with the harpy meat and after a quick stretch set out towards the deep forest that the scout talked about. munching on a kind of cooked piece of harpy meat.

Agar only stopped for a moment once he was outside the camp again to apply another layer of mud on himself and try to find another stick he could use for the trek, sharpening one end of it as he walked if he found one. upon entering the forest he would assume his carful stance while also knowing he had to maintain a certain speed to make it to where the huntress had said. ignoring any orc drama that may have been happening at the front of the camp.

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@Zeroth

stats and things

<< Current Quest: Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks: find turtle shell mushroom x5
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 7 lbs, Powdered Weak Tatzel Venom x1
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan I, Blunt Resistance I
Location: back at camp near the hunters hut > heading back out into the forest
Inventory used (for current post): items used in crafting a small pouch to help carry his things
Tatzelwurm Fangs x2
Broken Coil bone x1
Tatzelwurm Hide Strip x3
Harpy Teeth x2
Broken Harpy Talon x2
Harpy Wing Membrane x2

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

ok im back again and should have my post up tonight sometime

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: evening
Location: the ceremony at lovers lake
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Ana @Tae Mina
Mentions in order:
outfit: plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.

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The time was growing near to start the festivities, the fuel for the fires was added, food and drink were shared, prayers and offerings left by the fire to be consumed by the fire. Many had come, many more than he thought, many more commoners had come as well, some dressed in what looked to be something one would wear to Calbert’s shindig whereas others dressed like himself. No shirt or shoes. Laughter from his people no doubt sharing stories of past battles and adventures, of comrades come and gone, of loves lost and gained. Thus, was their culture, life was short so one must live it to their fullest and not skimp on the little things like laughter and stories.

One such offering of prayer caught romans ear as he walked through the area they were to have their ritual. Farim was who he noticed singing a hymn in his native tongue, a language he always found to be beautiful, it was one he did speak but not often. Roman turned his masked face towards the man as he approached but did not speak right away. His expression was near impossible to see as his mask obscured his face and eyes from those looking upon him. This effect was on purpose this way he would not lock eyes with others as he is meant to be a conduit for the gods and not to have the songs be directed towards individuals but to all of them.

"I hope I did not disrespect the way you do things here. I heard you mention offering words and....well my heart felt it necessary to pay a good friend some needed words." His hand instinctively clutched onto the necklace he wore around his neck, and the same vulnerable sounding tones in Farim's voice seemed to imply something tragic, but it soon faded as Farim did his best to perk up around present company. "You have a lovely setup here, I can appreciate all the work you had put in to such a gathering, and just wanted to pay a simple greeting without taking too much of your time."

Roman reached out to Farim before he was able to walk off for just a moment resting his hand on his shoulder and speaking in the Alidasht language, “they are with the gods now, be happy that they have passed and no longer need to suffer here with us. You will see them again someday.” A quiet reply but his words held emotion that carried with it the feeling of understanding what it feels like to lose someone close, for him it was more than a few people.

He gave Farim a nod and watched him turn to meet someone behind roman. Turning he spotted Munir approaching with his bodyguard, however when roman began to move towards them to discuss something he wanted to before the start of the ceremony he was cut off by the ethereal visage of Mina. He always enjoyed seeing her like this, it felt right for both to step away from their duties in court and just be free. This freedom he could clearly see in the way she walked and spoke.

“The shaman found this spot all I did was approve it; she has been working hard these last few days to prepare it. Im glad you and your uncle were able to come, and you were able to find the ritual wear we had brought with us as well.” He paused for a moment finding his next words carefully, “it looks like the gods themselves blessed you to look just as beautiful as the full moon.” He wasn’t flirting with her, at least he wasn’t trying to, it was merely a compliment, the action still made his face warm beneath his mask.

Another seemed to enter the fray, Anastasia wore some simple attire fitting of the occasion with a crown of flowers, she looked absolutely adorable. He bent down to give her an appropriate hug and whispered to her, “thank you for coming, I believe you would benefit from drinking some of our special brew tonight.” He let go and smiled at her, even if she couldn’t really see it. he watched her lock on to Farim and move over to him with little hesitation. It was cute seeing her like that, the carefree anna that he grew up knowing just like when they were kids.

He turned again to mina and sighed, he could see the shaman looking at him from the edge of the ceremony ring, there was still one more preparation he needed to do before the ceremony could start and he still needed to say something to Munir before they began. “Mina, could you check with the others and make sure they are ready? I still need to set the barrier with the shaman before we begin. I shall return here once I have finished and then we can begin.” He held her hand for a moment trying not to let his nerves get the best of him, “if you will excuse me.” He wasn’t trying to be dismissive of her presence, but he really did have to set the barrier before they began.

He didn’t walk directly to the Shaman, instead he made his way purposefully to Munir and his handler. They were both dressed in what was the simplest thing he had ever seen Munir wearing, and he was proud of him for it. Roman was aware of how much effort and how uncomfortable the man could possibly be in such attire, still to see him go against what was likely instinct to the man and his fashion sense gave roman pride in knowing that Munir would forgo his colorful clothes for this event. The respect he already had for Munir, and the others had grown just from this fact.

“Munir I must speak with you for a moment.” He began before shifting to Munir’s home tongue, “I don’t have much time to explain so I apologize if this sounds rushed. Being aware of your interest in Mina you should know some things about the ritual. The position I asked her to take in the ceremony is of my echo, this position is normally for the speaker’s wife or betrothed because I have neither I asked Mina to be my echo as my friend.” He paused for a moment then continued, “because of that and our traditions our songs and dance can be… intimate at times. I respect you brother; I do not want to come in between you two, but I also cannot change how we participate. I simply wish for you to be aware of this and just as well, even though our bodies may be our own, the spirits inside may be different.” He let that sink in for a moment and waited for his reply for just a moment longer.

With a nod to the men, he left towards the shaman.

Drawing near to the shaman he began to feel it, the lightness in his head, the time was drawing near. The spirits grew restless, the gods were coming, the energy ebbed and flowed around each one of them as the veil between worlds grew thinner. He felt it in his heart, in his mind, in his soul, willing or not all rituals like this were magic in some way. For this he had to stay here just a little longer to seal the circle of patrons, gifts, song, and dance. A protective barrier to make sure the spirits don’t run rampant outside of the circle and to ward off the spirits that may have ill intent from encroaching on their ceremony.

This celebration was inherently magic connected to many other celebrations happening around the realm. Connected and alone, energy not to be bound by time or space, magic that ebbs and flows from past rituals and current ones. This form can make the magic power stronger but can quickly overpower those ill-suited for it. This he knows, this ritual to bring about peace to the spirits of this land and good fortune for the living. His duty, a privilege, a responsibility.

The shaman is a short but fiery petite woman wearing many layers and colors of cloths wrapped in leafy vines and wearing the skull of a female elk, several of her assistants surrounded her obscuring their actions from the party goers. She held out a wooden bowl towards him, stained a dull red, many ingredients stirred softly in a red liquid. It smelt of pine and iron, Roman knelt in front of her. No words were shared, they had both been through this before, she dipped her right hand in the bowl then pressed the red hand onto the top of the skull he wore then again onto his chest over his heart, he stood and proceeded to do the same with her.

Speaking together in quiet unison,

“With this I am bound to you and you to me.
Roosters crowing - galders growing.
Norn’s spinning - fates binding.
Gods crying - wolves howling.
Ravens shouting - giants sleeping.
Shadows threatening - barley swaying.
Fields growing - sun shining.
Wolves hunting - sun fleeing.
Stone Protects – Spirits dance.
Blood etched – Circle marked.
Ancestors bound – Fire envelopes.
Offerings given – Gods waiting.”

The duo walked slowly together around the stone circle three times, chanting those words quietly as they walked. everything they did was in near perfect unison to share the burden of setting the circle. With each step the duo dripped some of the red liquid from the bowl onto the stones below them. When they were done both had to take a moment to breathe, the bowl was empty now. both were satisfied that the circle was set, and the first song could soon begin.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

I have returned and will hopefully get a post up within the next few days

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zerothi was trying to get a post up before i left but i was unable to. ill be back on the 20th

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth he consumed the wurm raw, still chewing on it. just cleaned it, he also ate what he assumed was the heart of the harpy and the wurm raw.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

He hasnt touched the harpy just the wurms tail. He used the charcoal to attempt to draw out the vennom in the harpy @Zeroth

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Success! >> The Head Hunter //

Agar slowly made his way through the forest carrying his kills, he was sure that he would run across something but the closer he got to the camp the more signs of the other runts became more and more apparent. It made him wonder just how successful these first few steps for the orc children were supposed to be. He would have a better guess tonight as to the attrition rate of the new bloods.

When he approached the camp, his back was already splattered with blood and grime from the harpy he carried over his shoulder and the Tatzelwurm he carried in his other hand. The guards stopped him for a moment.

"Runts can't come back til they finish the---" one of them started to say, as if following a script, but then he stopped and looked at Agar with fresh, surprised eyes. "Damn, you got two? And a Harpy? I'll be a grukh-pile! Get in there, Runt! Go to Auguz!" The bigger creature slapped Agar on the back and ushered him through the camp thoroughfare.

Agar just tilted his head for a moment before he was ushered back inside and directly up to the head warrior. He said something then grabbed both his kills. His look of confusion only lasted for a moment as the head warrior inspected the kills. He seemed to linger on the wurm and the bites on the harpy for a moment longer than the rest. He wasn’t sure why the head warrior pulled out the contents of the harpy’s stomach and smeared it on himself, perhaps it was to ward off bugs or maybe used like a cologne.

"ALL O' YOUSE, LISTEN UP! THIS HERE RUNT--" he turned his head and whispered "What's yer name?" and then upon receiving answer he turned back to the camp-

“Ize be Agar.” He spoke for the first time to the adult orc.

"THIS HERE RUNT, AGAR, HAS RETURNED FROM THE HUNT!" He then set the smaller orc down, and turned in a slow circle so that the entire camp could see the bodies of Agar's prey. "HE HAS HUNTED TWO CREATURES! TODAY, HE LEAVES DA BROOD PIT!"

Agar held the harpy high for a moment celebrating his victory to the other orcs that looked at him.

"Now, for the rest o' the day ya can do whatever the hell ya feel like...but tomorrer mornin', you be at the Trainin' Circle before first light! And after that, we'll figure out some more duties for ya!" Auguz crossed his arms as he nodded. "But no more babyin'! Don't be goin' back to the Brood Pit---from now on, you find yer own food, yer own shelter, and whatever else! If somebody will trade ya for it, or ya take it in a fight, then more power to ya! Just be willin' to work if somebody's willin' t' give ya somethin' for it!"

“Got it boss, oh Agar did see a big group of uz eadin up twardz dat cave up dare.” Motioning towards the cave he saw earlier. he didn’t stick around much longer, he needed to get to eating but first he had to check the venom situation. The purple veins of venom still saturated the harpy but now it seemed to be more coagulated almost like grape jelly. Luckily for the runt the orc camp wasn’t that well-kept.

Finding charcoal was easy, he took his time with his kills and found a suitable place just outside of camp to gut both of his kills carefully with his sharp rock. Paying close attention to how the animals’ entrails were put together in their body and being exceptionally carful not to break open their bladder or intestines inside the creatures as not to spoil the meat.

Agar quickly consumed both of what he figured where the hearts of the creatures then went about preparing the harpy. He didn’t want to ingest that venom as it was. He did recall that some people would willingly expose themselves to small amounts of venom at a time to gain resistances to it but sometimes that could also kill you. Right now, he carefully peeled back the leathery skin of the harpy exposing the purple meat below. Scraping what he could of the purple tainted blood off the creature he then set about grinding and breaking up the charcoal in his hands.

If this world still had its basic attributes like his did then this charcoal should help to absorb the venom from these wounds. Lathering the meat with the charcoal then moving the flaps of skin back over the areas. Agar would stop every now and then and check his surroundings, he was just outside the camp but he was still in danger. Pulling the skin off the Tatzelwurm like a long sock Agar began to eat the thing from the tail towards the head. He wanted the venom glands intact as possible to see how they worked, but for now there was someone he wanted to find.

Agar moved quickly back into the camp with a nod to the guards, he knew who he was looking for but wasn’t entirely sure where she might be until he picked up the smell. It was familiar to him no matter how unpleasant, ammonia tanning wasn’t always the most pleasant of things. He moved through the camp till he met the outskirts and a large yurt covered in skins of different animals. More were strewn around and hung up being dried or scraped, the memories of doing this very action himself in his old life came back to him just as strong as the smell.

Despite the smell he continued to eat the wurm with one hand and the harpy’s feet grasped over the other. He waited for a moment watching her scrape the meat and viscera off the hides she was working on before he spoke up. “Shamar?” he heard her name a time or two from the other orcs around the brood pit. “Agar would like to help head hunter, Agar wants to be like head hunter.”

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@Zeroth

<< Current Quest: Find Something to Eat and Bring it Back Whole. // Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
Tribe Tasks:
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, mangled Tatzelwurm, tainted harpy
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan I, Blunt Resistance I
Location: back at camp near the hunters hut

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth is Shamar the scout, in the orc camp somewhere?