Orcish Male Clan Chief (Fantasy Creatures)
From Create Your Own Story
Your name is Rûshbuk the Undying, and you're the chief of Clan Cûbra. Raised to lead your people since birth, you are as great a leader as your clan has ever had in its long and storied history. You're a massive nine feet tall, and muscled to perfection. You wear your darkened grey hair in one long braid down your back to the floor. For armour, you wear twisted plates of red metal on your legs and shoulders, but your chest and stomach are laid bare. Scars run across your body everywhere one could be. A particular one at your heart shows the wound that one had you pronounced dead, only for you to miraculously rise from the dead during your own funeral.
In the holy hills of Redmayne, your clan waits for battle. Your spies have told you of an army of knights that have been stalking you, and you've been preparing to strike since you received word. The plan is to attack before they even know you know they're there, slaughtering them all in one massive surprise assault. At the moment, your spies are just watching the Knights as your troops gather the resources to launch a successful attack.
One such spy comes to you as you sit in your throne of bones. She's not an orc, but a half-elf who defected to your clan from her own. She's by far your stealthiest spy, since the rest are a few feet taller and much heavier than her.
"Chief Rûsh, I have a report," she says. "Five-hundred men and women led by a Ranger-Captain. They've got only around fifty horses. They take off their armour when they go to sleep."
"Thank you, Kaesha," you say. "Anything else?"
"Well, the Ranger-Captain seems to be a bit unprofessional. He doesn't take anyone with him when he goes to take a piss. He could easily be captured before the battle if you order it."
What do you say?
