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World of Lora.

The vast expansion of a mutlidimensional universe(Day 25)

"No new devellopments."

The universe as we know it to be within the Lora framework right now(day 25):


-We're certain something is going to happen very soon.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - The Orcish Mercenary Saga

Tendun, dead hard

Name: Tendun, dead hard.
Age: 22.
Sex: Male
Breed: full-blooded orc.

Appearance:
Tendun possesses long, black hair, woven in dreadlocks. Combined with a small goatee.
His red eyes are smaller than most. He has no visible nose as he lost that during an ugly fight. The holes are still there. He has an underbite that accentuates his face and drives attention away from the rest of his scarred face. He’s rather large by Tusker standards and possesses next to no bodyfat.
The left side of his armor plate is painted red. A fur pelt covers his right arm. It is attached to his back by bunny skulls on spikes. The spikes, in turn, are adorned by the neckbones of the bunnies. The tip of his spikes is still showing. Indicating room for more.

Skills/Abilities:

- Battle hardened – the body of this tusker has received so many beatings, it doesn’t respond too severely when something tries to wound it. Skin that’s thick enough to grab hold of a flailing sword. Only the most severe wounds put him down(for a nap).
- Battle dancer – After his years of being shot at, Tendun has learned of the value of dodging piercing weapons, like arrows, by jumping and ducking.
- 3 out of 4 senses is good enough – having lost his nose, this orc has an absolute 20/20 vision.
- Tasty tongue – having lost the ability to smell, this orc relies on his tongue to test if something is edible. Putting various things in his mouth has led him to better identify and harvest natural resources.
- Axe flinging – seeing a big orc can be intimidating. Seeing that big orc hurl a heavy axe at you can be just as intimidating.
- Bleeding merchants coin – Looting is important. One of the riches Tendun and his tuskers have acquired was a coin that bled. Though he keeps it on his person, Tendun is not one to let his loot slide. After spilling blood on the object it reveals the location of the treasure of the (often)killed person. It helped him find many secrets.

Equipment:

- The falchion. Tenduns favorite curve. The blade he uses most frequently to chop his way through enemy armors. Being bigger than most really gave his blade the advantage of elevating a lot of heads from their bodies. That, in turn, caused plenty of his weapons to last longer. When he holds 2 skulls and the blade in his hand, cutting off bunny arms and heads are made to become a game. A game in where he’s the rule-maker and the winning player. (Standard issue.)
- a Macuahuitl. Even though the strange teeth on the blade are not custom among tuskers. This sword has some interesting additions to it that make it bloodier than most other orcish weapons. Like the thicker blade. The heavier tip and the curve on both ends. It was one of the more ancient and heretical relics from the church of Issad. But he mostly wears it for aesthetics and the executions of “prisoners” as it has very little impact against heavy armor.
- Full plate body armor(heavy). Tendun might be tough, but he’s most certainly not invincible. The spikes on his armor make his hugs, punches and headbutts deadly to most. As he doesn’t care much for long ranged battles, his armor allows him to move forward easily, but making turns takes longer. Thick plates and the occasional plates sliding past one another make him a great shield for any orc standing behind him.
- 8 axes. The axes are versatile. Though they are mainly used for combat, they could serve as tools for climbing. Only smaller orcs could hope to use them for this purpose. Tendun uses them for cutting through bushes and food, to disinfect wounds and ultimately to throw at something he can’t reach. He might use them as a last resort to save an orc in danger, but more often than not to try and break ranks and enemy morale. They are often in need of replacement.
- Drums. As a master of discipline, Tendun carries a specific set of drums that vibrantly bring battles to life. They contain of leather, wood and a few animal tendons. Tendun doesn’t start to play these until most of the armies have commenced in battle. It serves as a reminder of the sound of the drummers. He also serves as back-up in case any drummers fall in battle.
- Back-pouch. Tendun is well aware that taking down strongholds can be too great a task for one orc. When the time comes, either explosives, a smaller orc or an extra battering head will make their way to the frontlines with him.

History:

The tribe of the ungracefull were often praised for their hardened upbringings and large posture. Tendun fit in just fine. Though he was born son of the chief, he had a hard time understanding what that meant. He received no extra privileges. In fact, it caused him more harm than good. His tribe was overthrown for control of the Angara desert. Even as a young grunt he received plenty of beatings and was sent to do various dangerous tasks. Often it resulted in blood loss and beatings. And when the tribe waged wars, he was often sent in first. First to take the arrows, first to reach the walls, first to fall, but always last to stand.

When he was old enough to make his own earnings, he was became a sell sword for various armies. Many of his earnings went to the employers for whom he worked. But blood and blade were not enough for him. He craved more. He craved a corpus greed. He wanted honor for himself. Loot he could keep. However, after word came out that he was as cunning an orc leader as he was a businessman, many people wanted him dead. 42 assassins in a year worth of time. Seeing how he was in danger by his 1 drop of blood business policy, he’d need to seek out help and could no longer solely rely on himself. To seek out proper training and someone to temporarily replace him. He stopped meddling with human affairs and he joined Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi. All of his small business funded part of Rudash riches. Though it’s share could barely be noticed.

His time among the Pikes was harsh. As expected, Tendun received various beatings. Not only because he failed to meet expectations, but also because he’d been so used to being in command. His will was strong and took quite some time to break. When finally he accepted discipline, he would tolerate nothing less. Often speaking up against higher ranks, specifically to get beaten again. After many beatings, he lost feeling, sense, awareness and ultimately attachment to his nose.
This is ultimately how he ended up as a low rank grunt between the blades for a few years. But it is how the chosen got to hear of him and gave him a few useful instructions the next time he’d charge into battle head-first.

Personality and Psychological profile:

He doesn’t put his nose into other people’s business and doesn’t normally challenge his commanders. No matter how ridiculous their request might sound.
He keeps his head down and follows orders as best he can. When in control, he is brutal and harsh. Countless beatings have brought about an absolute zero-tolerance mentality. Failure is not an option, the command is law and order. Eye-drinker is highest priority. No matter how you were born, you’ve got to fight your way into earning it. Once you’re certain you can overthrow someone, get just 3 extra securities to ensure your victory over them. Tendun does not care about betrayal. After all, the loot is but one blood drop away. These sum up his creed, mentality and battle-prowess.

Relationships and Acquaintances:

He knows orcs that know him. He knows command when spoken to.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - The Orcish Mercenary Saga

@HeySeuss

I heard there was this orc mercenary company.. Any room left for me?

private

Bumpies in absolute desperation

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

@PaulHaynek

You might laugh a bit at this part...

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

@PaulHaynek

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Nick's House:

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"Whoa, that's so cool!"

Nick

Dolly looked up surprised. “Don’t you have one too?”

"How long can it extend because that looked very far."

Nick

“Oh, what.. This little thing? Hehe.. It can cover any area up to… 3 to 5 bodies worth of length. But that’s nothing yet. My older brother had a really big one. It was sturdy and he could wrestle me down easily with it. The only downside to his was that he’s got spikes everywhere. ”
The conversation continued. And Dolly helped Nick as best she could with the dishes.

"Ah, of course. Let me just clean up for a second and we can start."

Nick

Dolly stretched out her arms. As her shirt attempted revealing scars on her belly, she pulled it down quickly. She got up and made her way closer to Nick as they went past all parts of the house. Not once leaving his side. The washy room, the food pile, the tv-room and then upstairs. Dolly felt excited. She’d never been in a house with that many rooms before.

"This... I've never seen this staircase before..."

Nick

“Haha, oh, Nick. You’re so funny. Just wandering the rooms and because of how stunning I am, pretending to have forgotten the second floor.”

"My house doesn't have a second floor."

Nick

Dolores sighed. “Why am I even trying to be nice?” she said to herself.
Dolly crawled her way up the stairs.
“Oh my.. Nick! You said you didn’t know what my people lived like! ” She gently touched his arm. The loudness of her voice could be mildly disconcerting.
As such, the screech Dolly released next could be considered both joyful and terrifying. “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” She started trampling on the spot before bolting into the room, sniffing everything. “Oh, the queens seat… hmm.. so delicious…, the high master’s chamber, the cleaning lady,…”
She spit in one of the corners and said: “This is exactly like all of my old rooms! Come here, Nick. Come! I want you to smell this!”
Her entire body was shaking with excitement and joy. Little did she know, with every move she made, she was performing “human mating dances,” which included, but where not limited to… pole dancing, twerking and many, many more…

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

@PaulHaynek
I'll post something interesting tomorrow. I've been stuck a little. Sorry for the delay

An offering you cannot refuse

Kod rose like a black shard in the red sky. The other creatures and many beloved were taken back to the mountain. When the last screams got muffled and the soft crying of most others could be heard, the world returned to the way it was.. save the corruption that tainted and destroyed so much.

"Enough.. We depart!" Sargom said while taking the lead.

"If anyone feels so inclined, let them rest near the mountain and return to their lovers when the others that are with me return.
If anyone of you seek revenge, delve into the mountain and seek out your justice.
However, if anyone of you seeks the glory of helping those that are in need, you will follow me to the nation of the lords and ladies. The land of Lord Koff.
Any cowards among you can wonder to the cities of freedom in the land of Kog, the obese.
"

Kor felt like he should ask because it sounded cooler in his head: "Who's with us?"

An offering you cannot refuse

Kod looked over to the 4 standing before him. He carefully read their minds.

Kor: "I'm certain we can work out something. What do we do?"
Sargom: "I have no time for this. I know I can take this guy if I wanted to."
Felnor: "I just want to get out of here. I have to protect my sister."
Amjara: "Who does this Kod think he is?! Doesn't this guy know my name!"

Kod Thought to himself: "Hm. Well, at least one of them looks potent. Perhaps they CAN do something for me."

"Eh.. very well. It seems we will come to an understanding."
"Ugh.. What are your terms? "
"Haha, straight forward. I like it. My ter..."
"No!! He doesn't get to define his terms!!!! He's just a little a...!"
The screaming commenced. The smells of charred remains filled the air.
"How rude to interrupt someone. Hmm. My terms are that you will do me the favor of returning to me my skull."
"Forgive me, but it seems you're more than capable of collecting many on your own. As you.. did today."
"Hmm. While that is true, I can't collect my tribute and go hunting for my skull. There's none quite like it."
"Ah, good. I'm certain we'll find it shortly. Ehh.. did you happen to know where it is?"
"If I did, i would have sent my guard to go collect it. Sadly I do not have the ability to make them precieve of my corruption. It's like how your kind can't smell your own."
"We're supposed to smell our way to your skull?"
"Haha. Look at the carts you've brought. Many of them carry signs of my corruption. The charred symbol of a mountain. You will find that where i've been, these are spread all over."
"Great. Does that mean you'll let us go now?"
"No. Not all of you. I know of your... relation, you see. "
Merl screamed. 14 of the creatures swarmed her. They picked her up and held her in the sky. It didn't take long for the others to realise one of each of the lovers on the caravan were taken.
"What? How could you!?"
"Oh, it's merely a matter of ensuring your loyalty. Not to worry, I won't defile their bodies while you are out hunting for me. And you'll get them back in one piece when you return... In one month worth of time."
You... you...
"...Kor, if you care about Merl, at all, you will take Felnor to the cart. We can't afford any more charred remains."
"C'mon.. We'll get your sister back, I promise."
2 pair of feet strolled away from the corrupt mountain.
A moment of silence followed.
"You cannot hope to defeat Kodar the way you are now."
"Ah. And here we have the source of your confidence. Haha. No. You're not the only one to have made that mistake. But I'll make you another deal. Do you see that elf and that little brother of hers? In time, you will kill them. And when you do the nightmares will go away."
"You.. mindwatcher.."
"You really thought it took little effort to control all that live in this mountain? If i returned to my selfish prime, there will be none to pass or match me. Sadly, there are others that i keep alive that the world needs. Now, what i offer you is a position at my side. A place where you will be desired, upheld, honored even... All if you do me this little favor. I enscribe upon your left hand a token of my devotion to you... as this offer will draw you to me... slowly...
With the strike of a thunderclap, Sargom fell to her knees.
"The chalice filled with the power of those I've slain will be carried."

Almost. Their final breaths will grant you the corrupting power in your left hand so that you might use your right hand to choose a path of your own doing. Depart! Your days are counted."

Kod
Kor
Sargom
Felnor
Amjara (<= raging merchant)

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

Sure,.. most of us are waiting on our partners i guess...