The Orc's Captive Chieftess {Nihil}

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Nadya could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she walked by the lines of orc men. They were under the flag of truce, as carried by Nadya's banner bearer, but that didn't instantly make all the feelings between them go away. These were piggish brutes, known for raping women, murdering men, and slaughtering children. Nadya's small party was most certainly outnumbered, and just being near the massive creatures was generally enough to make any human nervous.

But Nadya had to put on a brave face. She'd only recently inherited the right of rulership from her mother. Many had already begun to test her claim, saying that a woman such as Nadya couldn't possibly lead them in this time. They saw her beauty first, the soft features, the kind eyes, and the golden blonde hair. True, Nadya hadn't spent as much time on the front, as was befitting a chieftess in training, but she understood the horrors of war. Just because she had soft skin and wove flowers into her hair didn't mean she didn't know how to fight or deal.

The young chieftess raised a hand, stopping her retinue just shy of the impressive center of command. Her guards moved to flank her, and the other members of the party merely spread out behind. All looked nervous.

"The chief will see the human chiefling alone," barked a burly, scarred man standing near the entrance. Nadya's men balked, but she merely raised a hand once more. Said hand flashed several signs, and the girl exchanged a solemn look with her head guard. with a slight nod, the girl walked into the command center, looking as though she were absolutely fearless, while her insides roiled with fear and worry.

 

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The massive tent was vast and dark, a massive bonfire roaring in the centre of the room however it served little to illuminate the entirety of the room. The place was littered with things of both beauty and destruction. Spoils of a hundred kingdoms lay about across the floor, jewels and gold, the fairest of women for many different countries laying asleep upon the plush circular bed to the side but it was the spears that seemed to be the most eye catching. A great collection of spears were jammed into the dirt around the fire, each one bearing at least 5 or so severed heads of the greatest of foes the warlord had slaughtered in his campaign, a testament to his brutality and barbarism.

Gorfang sat upon his throne of bones and gold in the very back of the tent, his massive hulking form bathed in the darkness save a pair of dark piercing red eyes. His massive riding Tuskagor lay next to him upon a rug, growling irritably at the new comer but did nothing. Two massive orcs, each one a full head and shoulders taller then Nadya stood to either side of him, each one wearing full black plated armor and bearing double headed axes twice the height of a normal man. As she stepped towards them, the one on the left, his face plate featuring two grizzly metal tusks motioned for her to be seated upon the small seating pillow before the warlord.

 

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the small, blonde chieftess felt very much alone. A single orc loomed over her, dominating her by sheer presence. Three orcs were that much more dominating. Even more so when one was the leader, Gorfang. Nadya had heard stories of him, of his cruel ways and his lustful appetites. Judging by the spoils laying about, not to mention what could only be a harem, the rumors were true. Knowing this, Nadya gulped and shifted her feet even more anxiously. It would be hard to maintain royal dignity before such a vile beast. Yet she knew she must.

The girl delicately sat upon the cushion, adjusting her royal garments and attempting to meet Gorfang's eyes. She too was a leader, a ruler of a hardy people. She must keep this in mind, meet his eyes as an equal would. she must not submit. Nadya swallowed hard, steeling her nerves for the upcoming talks.

"I am Chieftess Nadya of the Surinai people," she greeted, nodding her head slightly. "I am here to discuss terms for a treaty of peace between our two great tribes. Your display of wealth is quite impressive, and I am most humbled to be in your presence."

There, an opening like that should earn respect.

 

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The warboss' reply came out with a low, growling chuckle. a massive spike gloved hand, protruding from an arm the size of a cannon, reached over and slowly stroked the shaggy fur pelt of his tuskagor. Gorfang said nothing at first, a low rumbling escaping his scarred throat before the power booming voice spoke. "Hurhurhur... Ya weak fleshy tings, always with ta 'peace'... Gorfang seen dis bafore... Just nudda wurd fer surrenda, mean ya gonna crack like lil flyin rat eggs..."

Gorfangs voice, like all orcs, was thick with a heavy accent. It was sometimes hard to understand what an orc meant however Gorfang thankfully had a somewhat lighter accent, his tone and choice of words showing off the cold merciless cunning the brute had. The warboss was not only one of the largest and most powerful orc in the four seas, but he was also one the smartest. "Very well den... Les talk bout yer surrenda..."

 

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No sooner had talks begun than Gorfang had started hurling insults. Nadya felt like sighing at best, attacking him at worst. Instead she held herself back, simply settling for fixing the orc with a solid stare. Her eyes didn't even shift, but merely met his sickly yellow ones. She would not give way before his demands nor would she kow tow to his attitude.

"It is not a surrender that we have come here to discuss," she stated, trying to keep her voice level. Fear made her shaky, and anger made her words somewhat harsh. It took great effort, but somehow Nadya managed to keep her voice in between, if only by a hair. "We wish to discuss a cession of hostilities on both sides. I have a written agreement from the elders of my people."

She held up a wrapped hide, handing it off to a servant who in turn handed it off to Gorfang. All the while Nadya continued watching the scene unfold, trying to figure out something. She couldn't help her gaze from heading toward the harem of women about him. did any willingly serve the man? Wait, there were several of Nadya's tribeswomen, one or two giving their chieftess wide eyes looks. What were they concerned with? Surely Gorfang would treat a fellow ruler with respect.

"It is our hope that you will consider our offerings quite seriously. Hopefully we can reach an accord that will benefit both our people."

 

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To her great suprise, Gorfang actually began to read the letter, his yellow, pupiless eyes scanning silently over the contents. He chuckled a few times, and at other times he broke out in pure laughter. It appeared as though the treaty of peace brought great amusement to the savage brute.

It was already well know that this was more then likely going to end in failure. The tribe of the Blood Teeth had razed entire continents and kingdoms in their lust for power and women, however this was not the true reason why this truce seemed impossible. The simple matter of the fact was, Orks just love fighting. Something in their savage blood urged them on to the fields of slaughter, beckoning their war cries to bellow forth from their green, scarred lips, and fire to rage in their black hearts.

Gorfang suddenly cocked an eye brow, staring inquisitively at a word that seemed alien to him. It showed the hide towards the chieftess, pointing at the strange jumble of letters with a single taloned digit. "Wus dis?..." He asked in a low growl. The word was 'friend'.

 

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The longer Gorfang took to read the letter, the more nervous Nadya became. She herself wondered if there was any possibility that an accord could be struck between this violent tribe and her own peoples. Sometimes she even wondered if this hadn't been suggested by the elders as a means of being rid of her. The ork might very well react quite poorly to the treaty attempt, even taking out his aggression upon Nadya herself. The chieftess had to fight against the nerves she could feel rising with her. Despite valiant effort, bits of sweat were beginning to bead, almost making the girl glisten.

When at last the chieftain spoke, Nadya perked. she took a step forward, studying the parchment and the word indicated. "The word is friend," she offered, trying to smile in a friendly manner. "Surely you know what friend means? Someone who helps you in times of need? And you help them. It's like allies, only stronger."

The orks should surely have some idea of friendship. With them it may very well be a savage form of what Nadya knew, involving sharing kills and slapping one another, but it couldn't be too far removed from the human concept. At least, that's what the girl hoped. she shifted her feet, trying not to let her eyes wander from ork to parchment. It didn't help that the chieftain looked so very cruel, sitting there, even now as he asked for assistance.

 

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"Ooooo..... Dem's wut we call Boyz, on count dat we'z got no girly orks.. " He chuckled softly, pointing over to his splendid collection of concubines. For some reason, and no one really knows why, but there simply are no female Orcs. However there is fungal genetic code within the Green Skins that allow their genes to erase over another species, and so Orcs, similar to the minotaurs, ogres, and other such foul creatures, have the special ability to mate with a female of a different race and the offspring will result into a full blooded Orc.

At a closer look towards the harem, it is evident that the women are not only from different kingdoms, but also from different races altogether. There were humans, elves, dark elves, nymphs, nekos, faeries, holstauri, slimes, amazonians, and even succubi. It was quite a sight to behold and each were breath takingly beautiful, however at a deeper contemplation of the matter, it was even more awe inspiring to envision the countless plains and kingdoms that Gorfang had crushed beneath his merciless heal, and in a sense, these courtesans were his own personal way of keeping score.

It was not for another 5 minutes until Gorfang completed his full observation of the document and now his cruel yellow eyes scanned over the beautiful chieftess' lush body. He smiled cruelly as he stood up to full height, standing at almost twice the size of his body guards and towering over the little human like a full groan man to a child. A low growl of a chuckle escaped his lips as he took the paper in both hands and tore it in two, the sound of ripping paper tearing asunder any hopes the kingdom now had of survival.

 

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Nadya shifted, her eyes flicking about the room. It was true. Not a single female ork stood among the gathered crowd. she saw several representatives from every race she'd ever heard of, let alone encountered. Most of them looked broken, meek, and almost every one looked to be a beauty of her tribe. Even the succubi appeared somewhat diminished. It again made the relatively innocent chieftess nervous, and Nadya felt her hands clenching and releasing on their own.

The ork chieftain at last started moving, and it was then that Nadya turned to witness. She saw, horror reflecting in her eyes, as the ork leader tore apart the treaty. With it went all hope of a peaceful resolution. Nadya's people would have to fight this great horde, and most likely they would win. Worse, however, would be Nadya's own position. Her eyes once more went to the courtesans lounging about, mentally adding and calculating. There certainly seemed to be room for one more. Plus, she didn't think that Gorfang would be the type to be forgiving, to just let her walk out of there with the message. No, taking her would send a much stronger message to her people.

Nadya fought back her panic. She looked to the ork leader, nodded, and said, "I see. I shall carry news of this to my people. It is unfortunate, but I am afraid that following this meeting, we shall be at war. When next we meet, it shall be as enemies."

Brave words, but said in a shaky voice, one that certainly held little confidence. The woman that said them trembled like a leaf, swallowing nervously, her eyes darting about. After she'd said her piece, the chieftess nodded once more, before slowly backing away, already tensing in anticipation.

 

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The Orc Warboss suddenly erupted into a thunderous roar of laughter, mockingly acting as though he had to wipe a tear from his eye. "Is dat wut ye think ay?..." The monstrous Greenskin slowly rose to full height, his enormous stature towering over her. The tiny girl just barely made it to his waist. "I always like Umman's best... Dems always in denial of wut comes next..." The Orc let out a soft chuckle that sounded more like grinding gears, slowly flexing his massive fists that he could no doubt rip her in half with.

"Next time we be enemies?... Hur Hur Hur.... Stupid Umman, Next time I sees ya, yu'll be in mah bed for da secon time."
Gorfang's intentions, though having already been rather obvious in the firs place, were plain to see. His black armored guards chuckled and laughed to themselves, having seen this hundreds of times before.