Osippa Bloodfang, Keglighter
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No Breeder She
Ossippa Bloodfang is a fierce and cruel warrior for the Bloodfang tribe. She isn't fat or pudgy like those other breeder wenches that just follow along root around in the mud with their little orc pugs.
No she's lean and mean. And she fights hard on the front line and has ever since she was 12. She takes pride in her skill and enjoys showing those male orcs how the killing is done. She protects her tribe. She goes forth and chops and hacks and crushes and crunches. Her roar is a sign of victory and prowess, a sign to those pudgy fat orc so-called-warlords.
But if we were to turn the coin and examine Ossippa from another angle we might see that her obsession with being a combat killing machine in leu of being a breeder may be compensation for the vicious rumor that her grandfather's grandmother was a Damarran captive human. Yes, a filthy human. That rumor has plagued her all her life and when she stopped putting on the pounds she quickly moved into combat study to keep those other girls from chittering and chattering about her "mixed ancestry." The last little orcish maid to chitter and chatter in Ossippa's presence had her head boiled in cod liver oil.
Ossippa is now part of the Bloodfang warparty. Not the leader by any means, she can barely speak much less issue commands and contemplate tactics. She's in Narfell along with other Bloodfangs because something they want is here. She is here to find it. And to crush some skulls while she's at it.
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Vroka spoke slowly so that Osspa could comprehend:
orc> Follow fluttery wing little-thing
And so she did. Ossipa followed it as best she could
She followed that gossamer wing as far as she could. Then she got confused on how to light a keg. She had torch. But she didn't know how to light that keg. And so….
Ka BOOOOM.....
Except there was not kaboom. She had the keg yes, she dropped it yes. But instead of lighting the keg she got slain by Orc troops.
Ahhhh well... So much for the Keglighter.
THE END
//next time I'll learn how to light a keg before I make a keglighter char.
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Keglighter
She had been alone most of the week. Waiting for the others to arrive. The others with whom she would find the thing. The thing the tribe needed. And this place was far removed from the skirmishes and raids she was used to. She did not like the feeling of being alone. She drooled a bit thinking of having her tribe alongside her as she crushed skulls and lit the kegs and found the thing. What was the thing? She wasn’t sure. She was only to find it. Or was she to light the keg? If she saw it and she saw also a keg what should she do? Too much confusion without the tribe near. In the heat of battle she would trust her instinct. It was what she had. That and her battleax.
She was the keglighter. Trained to charge through the lines and take the beatings of arrows, of acid, of whatever miserable defenses she needed too. She was strong. She was no breeder. She could take a direct hit without howling like many of the men at her side. And so she was the keglighter.
Keglighter. Her nostrils flared at the scent, there was powder nearby. She was in the assassintown. Where the assassin was hunting by scent. But she could smell too yes she could. She could smell the powder.
And there it was! The keg. Where had it come from? Ossipa had been so wrapped up in her thoughts of Thing and the wish for a keg to light that it had come true! Was this the moment?
Her instincts rule her though, Ossipa. She’d been training for many years and the instructions were always the same: Keg. Charge. Light.
The keg blast had killed someone or so she was told. For her part she awoke in a cell, her battleax and armor gone. She was released a few days later. She wandered out of assassintown in search of the Tribe.