<em>(PPU +1)<br/>(PPU 0/5)<br/></em><br/>You are fucked ruthlessly, endless amounts of cum spattering all over you. It feels so good and burns so warm you can hardly remember what you were doing here to begin with... what's anyone ever doing anyway, really...?  How's about a nap, mmm, in the gooey warm cum, yeah...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>"Another one!" a voice barks.  You're awakened by a sudden jerking and find yourself bound hand-and-wrist in the back of a cart, bumping up the mountain.  Your sword and armour are wrapped up in some cloth as well.  Goblins are pulling you up-hill in a wagon--you're not sure if they're the ones you fucked or not, but they are definitely not led by another goblinoid.  Or a sorcerer.<br/><br/>They're lead by an orc.<br/><br/>Tall, imposing, scar-faced, terribly cruel blade hanging from his back, dreads raked across half his head.  Before them there seems to be some sort of hastily constructed stockade fortifications in the mountains they're bringing Lucille towards.  It should seem the rumour of Orc sightings were true, and the Perversion here is far stronger than she'd initially believed.<br/><br/><strong>Take in your surroundings: Intelligence 10<br/>Attempt to wriggle out of your bonds: Agility 10<br/>Try to communicate with the Orc, figure out what's going on: Diplomacy  16</strong>