text: You sit on your throne in the Main Hall, in the midst of a feast to celebrate the death of Chieftain Dadic, your Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, who was brutally stabbed to death by Elven Assassins. Despite being unarmed, surprised and quite old, he put up a grand fight. Twenty Elves entered this very great hall to assassinate him, three went out. Thraka and Dokt stand on either side of you. For once, they both agree on what you should do, although Thraka's much more brutally honest.
  
  
  "Find a girl to fuck." He says.
  
  
  "What Thraka Flameborn means is..."
  
  
  "To get your dick inside a girl." Thraka laughs, to Dokt's embarrassment and frustration. 
  
  
  "Chieftain, every Chieftain needs one to share their soul with. You need a mate." Dokt says.
  
  
  You survey the room. You spot a young Orc girl dancing in the crowd. She's small and cute, and you briefly make eye contact. She gives you a flirty wink. A pretty girl would do good to help you survive the cold winter nights.
  
  
  Making use of the drink and food is a tall warrior. Her head is cut short and she has a large, impressive blade on her side. A warrior is someone you could relate to and respect as a mate.
  
  
  One the opposite side (both of the room and orientation), a youngish Orc stands quietly, a leatherbound book in his hands. He looks intelligent, but also has soft features and a nice smile, which he quickly flashes at you.
  
  
  Finally, there's a massive beat of an Orc holding a blade that could cleave horses in half with one blow leans against a wall. You recognize him as Ironsoul, a fantastic warrior notorious for spending large amounts of time in brothels in the company of Orcs who choose to have an adventurous life working in the brothel rather than on the battlefield.
  > You talk to the feasting Orc
  You walk over to the feasting Orc and sit next to her.
  
  
  "Hello. Are you enjoying the food?"
  
  
  The Orc raises an eyebrow, decides you're not joking, and nods.
  
  
  "Yes, Chieftain."
  
  
  "I don't recognize you. What's your name?"
  
  
  "Dag. Dag Unbroken."
  
  
  "Unbroken? How do you get a title like that?"
  
  
  "I've broken every bone inside my body besides my right shin."
  
  
  "Fuck me." You say, obviously impressed.
  
  
  "I'm not opposed to the idea." Dag says.
  
  
  At that moment, you realize picking up warriors is a lot easier than you thought.
  > You continue spending time with Dag
  You spend the next few hours talking with your newfound mate. Dag is strong, though, aggressive and violent, which reminds you of a more "you" you. You'll make sure that your relationship continues and develops into what could be a prosperous marriage.