Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara
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				Title: <strong>Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 22:00:21</strong>
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				OOC:&nbsp; I'll have something up shortly on this.<br><br>(http://i777.photobucket.com/albums/yy60/cutebunnie/vinland_map.jpg)<br><br>This is just a map for reference.<br><br>(http://i777.photobucket.com/albums/yy60/cutebunnie/1-map.jpg)<br><br>Basic map.<br><br>(http://i777.photobucket.com/albums/yy60/cutebunnie/layout_large.jpg)<br><br>Map of Amazon camp.&nbsp; A half orc ranger who was born to the "queen" of an amazon society of orcs/half orcs who capture humans to breed so they can make half orcs for leadership roles but since he was born male he was relegated into the group of slaves. Where after several years of growing up and indignities and such he led a slave revolt that saw the village torched with very few KNOWN (to him at least)&nbsp; survivors from the female rulers.&nbsp; Unbeknownst to him his (half?)sister survived and is plotting vengeance against him for leading the revolt. the overall plan being at 6th level taking leadership because the other survivors find him and want to make him like their ruler.<br><br><br>Here lies the old ruins of the city of Kaltha.&nbsp; It was once a human city and is now taken over by Orcs and half-orcs.&nbsp; Their leader, Grognek the Brave, is an older Orc.&nbsp; He is cunning and wise for a man of his age.&nbsp; He has two daughters. The youngest daughter, is the spitting image of him.&nbsp; But in a female version.<br>&nbsp; The orcs have been breeding like crazy for the past few years, they plan something.&nbsp; The humans have been a constant thorn in their side for many years now.&nbsp; They have been raiding small villages nearby for more wenches to make more half orcs.&nbsp; They live in the mountain region of the area just outside the plains.<br>&nbsp; It is mid-October and winter is coming soon.&nbsp; They are getting ready for harvesting and such.<br>OOC: DO NOT USE THE Lord's NAME IN VAIN.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 04:29:55</strong>
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				The other slaves new captured turned on the guards.&nbsp; &nbsp;Suddenly&nbsp; Tamara found herself racing through forest.&nbsp; &nbsp; As sounds of fighting could be heard.&nbsp; As the Orcs chased down the other slaves.&nbsp; <br><br>Tamara a human,&nbsp; would slow.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew not where she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;Close to the Orc city.&nbsp; &nbsp;But beyond its walls she knew nothing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not anything about the land around it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rare did she leave the city.&nbsp; &nbsp; She had been brought along for sport.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the slave raid that this party had gone on.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the Orcs prided half orcs for leaders.&nbsp; &nbsp; Thus she herself was designated a breeder for the orcs.&nbsp; She had thou yet to become impregnated with child.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The naked Tamara would look around at her surroundings.&nbsp; The only thing worn a head scarf,&nbsp; wrapped around her forehead.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 21:52:20</strong>
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				Tamara travels through light forest area that surrounds the orc camp, she can see that there is a way out.&nbsp; A way that is just small enough for her but not for the orcs.&nbsp; Screams and the sounds of battle are replaced by heavy grunting.&nbsp; Tamara can hear several of them in hot pursuit.&nbsp; The two suns are in high alignment today, for it was a special day for the orcs.&nbsp; It is known as the 'Birthing Day." where they take turns having sex with the non-pregagant slaves and letting the pregagant ones watch.<br>Tamara is running in a direction not sure where it will lead, maybe to her freedom or back to other orcs??
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 06:53:13</strong>
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				Tamara takes off running once again.&nbsp; Hearing the pursuit that is hot on her tail.&nbsp; &nbsp; A way out is up ahead,&nbsp; it looks to be small enough for her to fit, but the&nbsp; Orcs.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Reaching the way,&nbsp; &nbsp;she would scoot through as fast as she could.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet in the back of her mind.&nbsp; It seemed all too easy.&nbsp; &nbsp;This way out, with no chance of pursuit once she got through.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or is set up like this,&nbsp; and she is running into a trap.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 00:55:26</strong>
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				The orcs and half orcs get closer to Tamara.&nbsp; They get so close as Tamara can feel the heat of their breathe on her neck or other body part.&nbsp; Tamara can see that there is a plain on the other side of the hole.&nbsp; Maybe it is freedom, maybe its another camp.<br><br>Tamara can still get through the hole, the orcs don't have a chance...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 05:40:43</strong>
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				The human female feels the rabid pursuit by the half-orcs and orc close on her heels.&nbsp; Their heated breaths like forge fires snapping at her backside.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is almost to the opening.&nbsp; &nbsp; She can see through it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Plains are on the other side.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Feet thudding against the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bosom heaving and bouncing in wanton display.&nbsp; &nbsp;Legs churning as fast as she can pump them.&nbsp; Tamara would finally reach the opening.&nbsp; &nbsp;That narrow passage.&nbsp; That appears her pursuers will not be able to fit through.&nbsp; &nbsp;Diving into the opening&nbsp; &nbsp; She would crawl through to the other side.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Reaching the other side of the narrow passage.&nbsp; &nbsp;She climb out of it and stand once again.&nbsp; Her gaze swept over and looked at what lay before her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then quickly she look back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Were her pursuers able to come through.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she looked with fearful&nbsp; expectations.&nbsp; That perhaps she had been wrong.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 01:20:00</strong>
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				Tamara can hear her pursurers in Orc, "Damn it.&nbsp; Woman escape!&nbsp; We going to die." they say through the brush.&nbsp; Tamara can hear them try to get through the smaller opening.<br><br>They are not coming through.&nbsp; For once Tamara is free, it feels weird to be free.&nbsp; Long being a slave, its like a warm fuzzy feeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 07:18:31</strong>
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				The freedom now felt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Brings fearful worry upon her brow.&nbsp; How will she survive.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who will feed her,&nbsp; &nbsp;who will take care of her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Being a slave had advantages.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No she is alone,&nbsp; no food.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; More importantly she is lost.&nbsp; &nbsp;On this side of the opening, in a plains area.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew not where to go.&nbsp; <br><br>She look through the opening with quick peek.&nbsp; To make sure they are not coming through.&nbsp; The Orcs and Half-Orcs that is.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Then she squat and pee.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she decide which way to go.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 20:26:18</strong>
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				Tamara found herself in a squat position, when a bird landed on her arm.&nbsp; It chirped and hopped on her arm.&nbsp; Then it flew away to a nearby branch.&nbsp; It chirped some more to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 05:45:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;A few drops trickle down between her legs as she stands up just as she finishes.&nbsp; &nbsp; Preoccupied by the bird that hand landed on a forearm of hers as she peed.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara's attention is on the bird.&nbsp; She would take steps towards it.&nbsp; As it lands on a nearby branch.&nbsp; &nbsp; Chirping incessantly at her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze remains riveted on the bird.&nbsp; To see what it would do next as she approaches it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 20:32:09</strong>
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				It flys off as Tamara gets close to it again.&nbsp; It flies low and slow so that Tamara can keep up.&nbsp; It is flying into the direction of the sun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 06:41:27</strong>
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				For a moment&nbsp; Tamara pauses with a thoughtful expression.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the bird takes flight,&nbsp; in low attitude and slow almost hovering pace.&nbsp; &nbsp; A slight nod is given,&nbsp; as it is rather obvious that the bird wants her to follow.&nbsp; So&nbsp; with a backward glance towards the passage she just came through.&nbsp; To ensure no orc was coming through.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara would turn and follow the bird.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she is headed in the direction facing the sun.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 02:15:27</strong>
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				The bird flies further and starts to chirp loudly at something.&nbsp; You can see the tall grass move and a low growl.&nbsp; The bird flies back to Tamara and then back to the growl area.<br><br>It does not seem to be any threat or anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 02:31:21</strong>
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				When the bird came about she would note the tall grass shifts more and more as whatever it was had picked up the scent and up rose from the grass an easily ten foot tall bear that had to be at least four times her body weight. The bear was in the very earliest sense a giant even for its own kind. A rustic red brown was its fur pattern and deep brown eyes peered down at her before it went back on all fours with a hard thud as it came out of the tall grass. What was most unusual was the fact that it had scale armor upon it and a saddle as well. On its side was a small bag which was probably meant for carrying things. <br><br>Someone had managed to tame this giant brute which was probably a miracle in of itself. It gave a groan of awareness seeing the human woman and a grunt approaching her. It noticed her but did nothing hostile. Instead it sniffed her a few times curious about her as she definitely was no orc and the beast was keen enough to realize it. Satisfied with the findings it began walking back through the tall grass however occasionally it continues to peer back towards her as if it expected her to follow. If she didn't it turned around to go fetch her and then lies down expecting her to climb on top of the saddle. It was offering to take her somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 06:38:00</strong>
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				Tamara looks at the bear.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not sure what to make of it.&nbsp; So stands undecided as it suddenly comes at her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Frozen in the spot, the bird forgotten in the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;The bear would get down, as if he wanted her to climb aboard and get in the saddle.&nbsp; &nbsp;A saddle,&nbsp; the bear had a saddle.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>With a shake of her head,&nbsp; as unsure in what she is about to do.&nbsp; She climb onto the saddle straddling the bears back.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 07:29:15</strong>
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				When Tamara climbs onto the bears back it rose up steadily aware it now had a passenger upon its back. Holding onto the bear it began moving at a brisk walk through the tall grass grazing over her skin in the process. The bear had chosen the easier path to take or perhaps the safest since the grass was tall enough to hide them as they moved. Occasionally the bear would stop and give a sniff of the air before changing direction and moving onwards. Tamara could hear the sounds of a crackling fire coming up ahead as the grassland clears. The tall grass had been mowed down by a sword or similar weapon due to the unorthodox cuts made into it then cleared and bundled up into bedding. A fire was currently crackling with an improvised spit waiting for some kind of bounty.<br><br>Seated was a giant amongst many as the man stood at well over eight feet in height garbed in fine plate armor from top to bottom. The slight protrusion of tusk like teeth existed and his hair was a messy black color. His eyes a dusk green as they peered at the bear and then widened at the woman that rode nude atop it. At his side was a large shield emblazoned with a lions head and sheathed at his waist was a sword. She could tell by his incredibly broad fame that he was perhaps a paragon of human strength. <strong>"Well Sunder, you brought a guest home on your hunt."</strong> His voice was gutteral before he gave a sharp cough to clear his throat before speaking clearly <strong>"Ma'am please dismount. Don't worry I'll not harm you. Please join my camp."</strong> He exhaled still a bit taken aback by the vision before him as the bear lowered himself to let her down. <strong>"Call me Gra'ak, and you are...?"</strong> <br><br>The bear known as Sunder soon came over pawing at the mans head impatiently wanting attention <strong>"Alright, Good boy. Thanks for the meal as always."</strong> He would reach into the back at Sunders side and pulls out a triad of large trout. <strong>"I take it you left your meal behind Sunder?"</strong> Sunder gave a groan proclaiming he was still hungry all the same. Gra'ak gave a chuckle gutting and preparing the fish for cooking on a rock slab.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:14:59</strong>
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				The bear traveled through the plain of tall grass.&nbsp; &nbsp; So tall it hid both&nbsp; herself and the bear.&nbsp; &nbsp;In counter to being hidden.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara could not see far,&nbsp; through the blades of grass.&nbsp; &nbsp; Nor could the bear.&nbsp; &nbsp;For he would at times pause and sniff the air.&nbsp; As if looking for something.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then suddenly change direction.&nbsp; As it would seem that he had picked up the scent of what ever he was looking for.&nbsp; <br><br>Shortly&nbsp; the tall blades of grass would give way.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a clearing had been hacked away.&nbsp; &nbsp; A group of warriors are around a campfire.&nbsp; &nbsp;One figure though catches the runaway slave&nbsp; &nbsp;attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is the giant amongst the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had to be at least eight feet tall or more.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stood up,&nbsp; adorn in fine plate mail armor.&nbsp; &nbsp; He would approach greet the bear, who&nbsp; seemed to be his pet.&nbsp; &nbsp; He introduce himself,&nbsp; as Gra'ak.&nbsp; &nbsp;Asking her name in return.&nbsp; &nbsp; For a long moment,&nbsp; the human female sat astride Sunder.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her look fearful as she looked at Gra'ak.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes not meeting his, as they cast downward in subservient manner.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>'He is a half-orc',&nbsp; Tamara thinks.&nbsp; &nbsp; She had been captured again.&nbsp; &nbsp;Outwitted as no doubt the bird and bear named Sunder had been sent to fetch her cunningly.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Swinging her left leg to the right.&nbsp; &nbsp;She slide down off the bear and stand before the large Gra'ak.&nbsp; &nbsp;But does not remain standing,&nbsp; as she quickly slides to her knees and prostrates herself before him at his feet.<br><br><em>"I am Tamara, lord."</em><br><br>Actions speak volumes to Gra'ak.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is a slave,&nbsp; &nbsp;a runaway or lost slave.&nbsp; &nbsp;An if her actions did not speak such.&nbsp; Then the brand that had been seared into flesh from a hot iron.&nbsp; &nbsp;The crude glyph of the orc tribes near by.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Would proclaim her slave, a breeding slave.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 20:56:36</strong>
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				He looked on at Tamara as he was the only one there at the camp. When she started bowing to her as she did he rose to his feet and understood. He then could put two and two together from that as he was a Lord in name only but the marking left no doubt to her origins as he knelt down gently petting her cheek with a massive hand which was capable of gripping the neck in one hand if he chose. He knew she would not know of him since she was probably isolated within those camps for so very long. <strong>"Tamara, I am not of the camps that hold you in manacles and treat you like cattle. Please look at me lest I be put awkwardly in our presence."</strong> He was much bigger then any half orc or even a true orc got now that she was up close to him. Benevolent eyes of a gentle giant look at her face when she obeys him. <strong>"I oppose their efforts and would see this place you were held in destroyed in time"</strong> His voice quiet as they spoke.<br><br>Gra'ak whilst one to take slaves even as a knight but not under the wrong circumstances. <strong>"Do you not have a future but this? If I didn't take you as a slave what would you do and where would you go?"</strong> He asked her calmly listening to her as he knew what a runaways options were especially a breeding slave. It typically meant prostitution, poverty due to a lack of knowledge for any other lifestyle. She would be forced into resorting to the same life she was bound to. He's met his share of slaves like this before. <strong>"I could take a slave within my code but, I'll not treat you so wickedly. If you seek a way to make things better and earn your freedom legally, please heed my words and consider it. I'll take you as my servant, train you, protect you and in time you shall learn enough to protect yourself from the dangers of the world and live how you wish."</strong> Gra'ak placed a hand out to her should she accept whilst on a knee looking to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:47:49</strong>
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				The words are not what is expected from the half orc.&nbsp; &nbsp; As Gra'ak bids her to meet his gaze.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara would comply as she sat up and looked to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She would maintain proper display of a slave.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her thighs splayed open for his viewing pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her shoulders held back to give lift and a playful jiggle to her bosom.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Confusion shows on her face.&nbsp; She did not understand about codes or such.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thou she did realize that he was not of the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;He warred with them, for he had said he see them destroyed.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seem to her he is declaring himself her master.&nbsp; &nbsp; She is not certain to this.&nbsp; Because of the code talk.&nbsp; &nbsp;But if so, a sense of relief sweeps over her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yes master, I serve.&nbsp; &nbsp; I am hungry."</em><br><br>She did not fully understand.&nbsp; &nbsp;But she would serve him.&nbsp; &nbsp; Tamara also sensed something different about this half orc.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she would openly say she is hungry.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would not before,&nbsp; she be hit for speaking such.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 23:25:50</strong>
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				Gra'ak had his eyes become quite attentive with the posture she took. Whilst he took slaves of his on he barely if ever had a pleasure slave for his ward. It brought blood to his loins and embarrassment to his cheeks with how her ample bosom bounced. Impure thoughts rose to them and whilst he had no vows of chastity or disallowed himself to enjoy the aspect of wives, he never pursued it and now here Tamara was before him teasing him so. A breathtaking beauty of a woman. Suitably fair to be a princess and yet not. He would push his mind down on such thoughts as he should see to her needs first before he allowed himself to stray. When the time came to approach such a topic he would but for now he had things to do.<br><br><strong>"I'll see about cooking the fish but for now to slake your belly's demands I have some fresh bread and cheese in my pack."</strong> He would stand up once more a gentle tone upon her. He knew she was quite timid from her captivity and knew best not to scare her. He would pluck out the promised food and as he claimed it was very fresh and firm. Taking out a knife he sliced a few pieces off and placed it upon a scrap of cloth upon the rock. And not just a meager amount of scraps but a true meal. <strong>"Help yourself to what I have here."</strong> Unhooking his wineskin he would place it on the rock for her to drink in case she needed water. He would work in silence on gutting and preparing the fish adding the innards to the flames before he skewers the meat on the spit and allows it to cook over the fire. He smiled to himself as his work helped his mind focus away from the cloudy thoughts she brought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 04:05:51</strong>
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				Tamara is trained to be attentive to a master needs.&nbsp; &nbsp;An she recognizes the look.&nbsp; As his eyes roam over her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;However,&nbsp; her new master would feed her a ransom of food to eat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Allowing her not only bread but cheese.&nbsp; &nbsp; This pleased her very much.&nbsp; It also shocked her to some degree that she is allowed such fine eating of bread and cheese.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Taking the bread and cheese handed to her.&nbsp; She would take bites of each and with full mouth respond.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"Thank you master."</em>&nbsp; As she ate ravenously, showing her hunger.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>However, Tamara is a good slave.&nbsp; &nbsp; She had seen the look her master had given her.&nbsp; In roaming over her body.&nbsp; So while she has taken the food and is eating the cheese and bread.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she lurch forward onto her hands and knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;While turning to present herself to her new master,&nbsp; so he may use her to relieve himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 04:27:47</strong>
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				Gra'ak smiled watching the fire cook the fish as she ate. When she acknowledged him with a mouth filled with food. The poor girl had been starved more likely and would most assuredly be hungry for more. When he tried to find words to speak to her they did not come for she seemed quite content in presenting herself and all her natural assets to him. He found himself quite speechless with blood boiling as his loins pressed to the hard bits of armor that shielded him from the outside world. Now it was quite a trap to be sure as his silks and cottons rubbed against the armor he wore, tented or trying to be against his armor and he had to shift a bit in order to make sure he didn't break his natural claymore. His cheeks were deeply tinted and he turned his eyes away for the moment. <br><br><em>"It was not like she wasn't willing so why am I nervous like a squire seeing a woman for the first time?"</em> Gra'ak felt the answer come to him quickly enough. It was because she was eating and whilst she had her natural tendencies as a slave he should not be advantageous of it. Not unless she wanted to serve him in that was as well. He felt he should be honest about this and talk. Difficult as it was he spoke up slowly <strong>"Tamara. Do you wish to have a moment of peace when you eat? I... don't have to enjoy you intimately. Not straight away, though beautiful that you are."</strong> He said respectfully before continuing on. <strong>"I just don't want you to think of me like the orcs that held you. If you wish not to be taken intimately I wont force it."</strong> He wanted it to be her choice on that matter. She might say yes anyway but it would give definite peace of mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 05:53:02</strong>
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				The ravenous eating of the food given her continued.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara would toss a glance back to her new master.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she could smell the fish cooking.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the look back is because of the question poised.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"I want master,&nbsp; it will please you."</em><br><br>She states simply in response.&nbsp; &nbsp;With again a mouthful of food.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her reasoning simple as her nature is lawful.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is her place,&nbsp; her pleasure came from pleasing her master.&nbsp; What she wanted is what her master wants.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is her worth in life,&nbsp; her worth is measured by how well she pleases her master.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 06:39:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak might count his blessings were he a lesser man but he kept himself composed as best as he can <strong>"And I gladly accept everything you offer."</strong> He said simply knowing now it was what she wanted. Be it from training security or what not he knew her intentions were loyal from the start yet not of this degree. He saw the decent soul behind them, honest and nurturing. But never given the opportunity to bloom into something else or experience anything else. It should change in simplistic matters before becoming complex. His eyes would look on as a large yawn came from Sunder who took the liberty of walking about the camp within the grass figuring he didn't want be around these two for a while. He did wonder why she ran but he could guess it was because it was too much and too cruel. <br><br>He waited until she had finished eating first before he would approach. He knelt down beside her his hand running along the small of her back with one of his large hands. He had to kneel in order to stay at a suitable level with her. His fingertips running smooth leather along her spine and her supple skin. For what he was about to receive he was thankful for and would savor her for as long as he could manage. He tipped her chin up before leaning down to kiss her. He was timid at first before he began to loosen himself letting himself delve passionately upon the lips. His hands squeezed her body to his gently smooth steel running against bare flesh. He would have stripped himself but it would take fare to much time. The crotch however was easily able to be detached if it was needed since well one never knows when they must heed nature. His left hand would reach down fumbling to remove that part of him placing his right hand just above her shoulders. He would not be firm with her knowing well the context of his strength.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 08:41:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What Sunder had suddenly brought back into the camp.&nbsp; On her fours so very ready and servile before the giant half orc known as Gra'ak.&nbsp; &nbsp; Who now by proxy of circumstances has suddenly become her new master.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Eating and finishing the food given her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eating quickly,&nbsp; as if inhaling the bread and cheese.&nbsp; &nbsp;A by product of being kept in the pens.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eat or lose it concept, much as a hunting dogs kennel.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Tamara finishing the last bite.&nbsp; &nbsp;Wonder why her new master did not already begin to use her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stood away as she finished eating.&nbsp; &nbsp;He come over then when she finish.&nbsp; &nbsp;Kneeling down next to her.&nbsp; His hand caressed along her backside.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he go to kiss her.&nbsp; <br><br>Kissing, foreplay, these things are not something one encounters in the breeding pens.&nbsp; &nbsp;So as her master goes into the kiss with timid repose.&nbsp; &nbsp; She meets it with a unsure awkwardness.&nbsp; &nbsp; Thou once the kiss is engaged,&nbsp; she likes it.&nbsp; &nbsp;His cold steel of armor brushing against her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp; He would begin to fumble and undo his cod piece&nbsp; &nbsp;The easiest part to remove.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 09:26:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would deepen the kiss carefully drawing his tongue along her soft lips wanting access to her own appendage or even within her mouth. His body was incredibly clean and impeccably washed. Not like the filthy orcs she was forced to bed perhaps. His tongue twist and turns about when she does dare to meet his own in erotic battle. His left hand reached up slowly to take hold of one of her breasts rubbing gently over it with his leather hand, the tip of his thumb prodding her nipple and running along the areola in long circles. They were softer then he anticipated.<br><br>His crotch plate would be removed carefully his cock extending and like many half ogres he was hardly considered anything but massive. He easily was larger and thicker then many men if not all humans. It would be hard for one to take him but he would not rush. Veins were thick and the head was circumcised his balls were trimmed to nearly hairless. He smelled faintly of soap now that she was this close to him. His right hand grips her rear end firmly and began to softly rub along her there exploring the shape and curves of her breathtaking figure. He felt his heated erection press to her stomach and he shuddered at the mere thought of trying to enter her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 16:19:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The fact that he is half ogre is lost in distinction to the human slave.&nbsp; &nbsp; For such had never been encountered.&nbsp; The tusks seen, led to easy assumption that he was the biggest half orc she had ever seen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Everything about him dwarfed her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still the kiss is soft,&nbsp; despite&nbsp; his mouth engulfs hers.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Eyes widen though when the cod piece comes off.&nbsp; &nbsp;His erection is enormous.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like a horse his cock is. <br><br>Tamara drops her head,&nbsp; &nbsp;gaze takes in the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she visualizes what she just seen, as she pulls from the kiss unwittingly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something normally not done by her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not her place to or allowance.&nbsp; &nbsp;But her mind races with thought and not of such.&nbsp; No, of how will she be able to take her new master.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hopes she will be able to.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly she feel his hands grip her ass and hips.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is behind her now,&nbsp; his cock, that massive cock slides and teases against her petals and under to her stomach.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:30:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak smiled down at her knowing well it was going to be a slow decent but also the fact that dry as he was he could not enter her without proper lubrication. She had to be ready to accept him. It was why he changed positions. He gently rubs her beautifully toned stomach with his left hand and her navel felt his thumb graze her, running along the rim. His right hand reached up gently kneading her breasts. He yearned to use his bare hand but his gauntlets would take too much time to remove as it is. <br><br>He deeply inhaled her scent of sweat and nature before whispering to her <strong>"Don't fret. Take your time in preparing me... I won't break you with it."</strong> He said trying to reassure her though most ladies that got this far with him might lose their nerve and then would come the cold bath later on. All the same he continued this dance of foreplay, the tip of his cock pressing to her clitoris before it strayed from there to where the head firmly traces along her pubic mound. His hands now both reached upwards to her breasts slowly massaging them with his palms and squeezing them with his fingers. She could feel the strength of his muscles through them and how he treated her as delicate as glass in warming her up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 02:42:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The steel is cold against her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her master with gauntlet hands he fondles her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;The cold steel teases and taunts her nipples to become hard.&nbsp; &nbsp; While his enormous cock nestled between her legs slowly sliding over her silken petals.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A look up to her new master.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he told her to&nbsp; take her time in preparing him,&nbsp; &nbsp;he would not break her.&nbsp; It is fearful, he is so large.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it is what her master wants.&nbsp; &nbsp; His words meant for her to be ready.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is not hard not to be ready.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is a woman,&nbsp; and his cock teasing against her has been ever coaxing out her own heat.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Soon as&nbsp; Gra'ak slides his cock teasing her.&nbsp; He notice the glistening sheen on his thick bulging cock that is being smeared by her wetness.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 03:48:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His heart pounds against his chest watching her fearful eyes wondering if he should cease his action his arousal very strong within him for her and if she protested in the slightest verbally he would cease his machinations. His eyes looked into her own reassuringly that it would be alright. She was indeed ready for him by the love fluids that leaked onto his manhood and he began rubbing the tip along her clit and down to her labia pressing slightly every so often. Gra'ak gave a soft groan feeling the tip rub over such warm and silky smooth areas of her body. <br><br>As she looked up at him he kissed her brow softly, his cock now coated in her love juices, well lubricated. <strong>"I'll put it in now Tamara. If its too much tell me and I shall withdraw immediately."</strong> He said as he didn't wish to hurt her, that was never his intention. His intention was to make her feel good... To tend to her pleasure as much as his own. He holds her in preparation his back arched slightly so she could rest against his torso. His erection pushed into her very slowly his hands holding her thighs. Her pussy bloomed much like a flower as he pressed himself further and further inside her. His thick claymore would spread her sheath wide, wider then any orc could claim or any beast that they dared to humiliate her with perhaps.&nbsp; <br><br>The difference would be that his entrance was slow and careful letting every inch of his cock rub along her inner walls. Inch after inch would slide into her until he stopped with his cock halfway inside of her and no more. He would take his time and not hilt her immediately. He would work into that and let her arousal grant him entrance. He stayed still inside of her ready to pull out at a moments notice. She would feel that familiar emptiness occur was his cock began to slide out of her the head teasing that warm intimate tunnel inside her until only the head remained inside her. She could hear a soft moan and knew it came from him, her new master. He pushed slowly back into her his length sliding back into her until he was once again filling her with half of his length.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 05:02:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak tends her with a gentleness.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he kisses her tenderly on the brow.&nbsp; &nbsp;His large cock begins to slowly enter her.&nbsp; &nbsp;It made her gasp,&nbsp; as she feels herself being stretched.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>His thoughts are right on.&nbsp; &nbsp;The assumption of humiliation is close, but not quite.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the Orcs like shows,&nbsp; &nbsp;an many of time Tamara was made to perform what Gra'ak&nbsp; assumed.<br><br>Tamara would push back,&nbsp; driving herself on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Impaling herself on the fat cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 05:19:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a sharp gasp of his own feeling her push herself onto his erection. He felt his sword of unforgiving flesh penetrate deeper into her folds like a serpent finding some place warm during the night to hide inside. He blushed deeply his hands resting upon her hips. Inch by inch she took him in and he ached with needs inside of her. Her folds were incredibly tight around him and felt like that she could hold him in place like this if she chose to. Breathing slowly he enjoys the sensations that come with it. His cock pulsing slowly like a second heart inside of her as the tip rested against her back walls. <br><br>She had taken him as far as her body would allow more then likely and he smiled <strong>"Slow... I won't disappear now."</strong> He hadn't broken her and it excited him to know she could handle him like this. He began pulling out, his erection slick with her honey. Gradually they would establish a rhythm together now in full copulation of their newfound relation of master and slave, knight and ward. His appreciation was made known by a warm embrace his arms wrapped around her stomach protectively her breasts held up slightly by the forearm. Holding himself still save for his hips, he would allow her to decide what she could manage and what she could not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 05:58:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he paused,&nbsp; &nbsp;his cock buried within her depths.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seem to pulsate with a life of its own.&nbsp; &nbsp; Slowly then&nbsp; Tamara would begin to roll her hips.&nbsp; &nbsp;To shimmy herself up and down his thick very fat cock.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For Tamara is dutiful and has every intention to ensure her master is pleased.&nbsp; That&nbsp; she is worth keeping.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Perhaps the gods will bless her and she will catch with child.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something she had not done with the Orcs.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Which unknown to her, was because the Orc that took her often had been impotent.&nbsp; &nbsp;Never the less, he had tried often.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She nod to his words.&nbsp; As he now began to work his hips and they moved in time rhythm. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 06:33:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft moan was given by him as she rocked her hips slowly upon his cock. It had the bonus of letting him feel every inch of himself slide in and out of her. When her hips rolled his cock began to twist and turn inside of her. He held himself still watching her and adoring her as she worked his blood to a boil. He would carefully sit down, his hands holding her steady so that they would not inadvertently separate. His cock ached within her sanctum. Seeking a new position he would turn her gently around so that they could look upon one another as they continued this form of play. She could rise and fall upon him this way at her leisure. He leaned down to kiss her upon the lips when she was halfway impaled upon his lance his tongue gently seeking her own. <br><br>He would eventually in time break the kiss as the five minute mark passes. His pace allowed him to keep his stamina but it also kept his body in exquisite pleasure. His cock ached with need for release as his fingers glide along supple skin the index finger stroking the spine and gliding up towards her neck. However this gently idolizing of her came to a head as he reached down using the leather encased side of his hands to smoothly rub her clitoris trying to give just a bit of extra stimulation. He wanted to hear her sing like a songbird, it had been a long time since a woman gave such attentions and he cared for it all. He did not want her displeased. But also it was because he was close to needing release and he knew he would not last forever.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 14:44:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Such size, such girth,&nbsp; it is intoxicating in its arousal it brings.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gra'ak plops back into a seated position.&nbsp; Pulling her with him,&nbsp; so she remains spitted on his cock, in his lap.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He once again loomed down,&nbsp; his lips seeking hers once again to engage.&nbsp; &nbsp;His tongue immediately probing to enjoin once again with her own.&nbsp; Of which she reciprocates and tongue greets his.&nbsp; &nbsp; For her blood is aroused.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nor does she realize in the moment she is doing all the work.&nbsp; As her hips roll, and she rides that massive thick shaft of his.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The closer she gets towards her own bliss.&nbsp; The more her hips would begin to gyrate in abandon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Until suddenly&nbsp; you feel a spasm of constriction of her vaginal walls around your fat&nbsp; cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;The warmth of her heat, suddenly washing over.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she breaks from the kiss, cries out softly in heated response to the orgasm that suddenly sweeps in.<br><br><em>"Yes,&nbsp; oh yes....&nbsp; Yes... master yes."</em> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 21:02:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak grits hit teeth feeling her pump more vigorously upon him. His hands helped her&nbsp; by holding her up so she didn't hilt him by accident. However, even like that, as she rose and fell in his lap she would always feel him inside her with her motions. His hips move as best as they can out of reflex as he feels his balls become heavy and his cock feel tremendously backed up as he whispers to Tamara <strong>"I-I can't hold back Tamara... I'm coming... and soon."</strong> He warned however it seems she had not a drop of concern for pregnancy. His cock ached and felt incredibly hot to her tightening folds. The constriction of her inner walls miking him, made it feel impossible for him to pull out. <br><br>She could feel his seed ready to explode inside her and within a few moments as she was climaxing she could feel that intense warmth shoot deep inside of her. His cum came out in long thick ropes of white hot liquid metal flowing deep into her filling her womb and over flowing slightly from her folds. His gift was abundant more so then any orcs. He was backed up yes but as a ogre's blood suggest they had a much higher amount of seed in them for how else could giants impregnate another of their kind? Light washed over his flesh and he fell backwards his hands resting upon her hips looking up at her as they shared an intense afterglow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:18:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tamara rides the orgasm out,&nbsp; her vaginal walls clutching greedily around Gra'ak's throbbing cock as if milking it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nodding alright when he announces he is going to cum.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew no better to say different.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why should he have to pull out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was he not suppose to cum inside of her.&nbsp; &nbsp; So much semen did he pump into her, that already oozing out her stretched labia is globs of his cum.&nbsp; <br><br>But where the Orc failed,&nbsp; &nbsp;the knight would strike pay dirt on the first go with his newly acquired slave,&nbsp; that happen into his life.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the moment as both are in the throes of climaxes.&nbsp; &nbsp; Tamara would not realize that this time she has conceived.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Remain spitted on her masters cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;The buxom slave would collapse back against him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her breath coming labored as she had really exerted herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which gave a slight playful jiggle to her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><sup>Roll Result: Tamara rolled: 1d100<br>Against Difficulty: 76<br>Comment: Preg roll<br>Result: 77,<br>Total: 77 Versus TN: 76 Success<br><br>Humans are 20% chance,&nbsp; Ogres/1/2 Ogres 30%&nbsp; for average chance 25%.&nbsp; &nbsp;Based on chart in Book of erotic fantasy)<br><br></sup>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 06:37:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak ached with intense pleasure his eyes hazed over as he relaxed utterly spent by the ordeal as he kissed her brow once more his cock deeply embedded in her. Perhaps she would sire him a child and perhaps not. But if she didn't wish for it to be that way it wouldn't have to be. His hand gently pets her as she lied upon his firm chest atop his armor. His cock pulsed with the last droplets of his seed inside of her. A smile came over him looking over her pleased form as he would gently ask <strong>"Are you happy?"</strong> His hand gently rubs along her stomach letting the afterglow take over him as he asked her to speak her mind. When she could finally pull off of him she would see his cock coated with his seed. He had no idea if he succeeded or not in impregnating her either way her performance was incredible. The glow on his face would attest to that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 07:17:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The armor is cold,&nbsp; never the less it offers a sturdy backrest.&nbsp; That an of course the broad chest of the half Ogre.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara would canter a look up at her master when he posed the question.<br><br><em>"I am good master,&nbsp; I am pleased."</em><br><br>Through she is not pleased that she has orgasm.&nbsp; &nbsp; She is pleased from the expression you have.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has pleased you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course her own orgasms she likes very much.&nbsp; As she also is captivated in the blissful moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 07:43:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The half orc paladin smiled breathing steadily as he would whisper <strong>"In time the Orcs will be gone and the slaves that were taken so violently will be given new homes. However I cannot do this alone. Tis why I need to make haste to the city of Xardim in due time. Still... I am glad to have found one of them already."</strong> He looked about as they had been going for sometime about it. Perhaps a good twenty minutes or so&nbsp; as he began to slowly pull himself out of her with a long swipe given when his cock came loose from her warmth. <strong>"I... I must have gotten into that.. more then I thought..."</strong> He blushed at the sight of his cock coated in his own seed and her love juices... <strong>"I'll have to wash up before I put my armor back on completely. Once we are cleaned and readied to march we shall head onwards."</strong> I'll see what can be done to give you some decency as we go Tamara.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:12:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not use to cleaning herself after being used.&nbsp; &nbsp; Tamara would scoot off to the side.&nbsp; &nbsp;As&nbsp; her new master went about cleaning himself off.&nbsp; &nbsp; The other reason,&nbsp; her body from the nether region and below.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is trembling from the orgasm she had.&nbsp; &nbsp;So she is a bit weak in the knees right now.&nbsp; &nbsp; Thus taking this time to gather herself for when Gra'ak finishes cleaning himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:36:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak would look on at Tamara with a kind smile as he would use the water from the water skin to clean his slightly limp length off before he walked back over to her and then whispers&nbsp; pulling a hankerchif out of his pouch he wets it down and began to gently clean her of his remnants of their love making rubbing the thighs clean before he whispers <strong>"There. It shall have to do until we can clean you up decently."</strong> He would clasps on his crotch plate and then makes a clicking whistle which signals Sunder that he could come back now. <strong>"Do you need to rest Tamara? Say the word and we shall stay longer here until you are rested up and ready to leave"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 04:53:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A look of disbelief flashes across Tamara's face.&nbsp; &nbsp;For after cleaning himself off and reattaching the cod piece.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her new master would come to her.&nbsp; Kneeling down next to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would begin to wipe her off.&nbsp; &nbsp;As his hand and rag caressed along her inner thigh and over her vulva in wiping her clean.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Like a good pet,&nbsp; &nbsp;she splayed her legs open for him as she laid back on her back.&nbsp; &nbsp;While he perform this task on her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Shortly he is finish, as he gives a clicking whistle.&nbsp; &nbsp;In which he calls for Sunder, the bear.&nbsp; &nbsp; While also giving her the choice.&nbsp; &nbsp;They would stay if she needed rest.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sitting up with that.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara gives a soft shake of her head no.<br><br><em>"No master I am good.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you wish to get going,&nbsp; I am able."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 05:39:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak would nod slowly before he spoke up <strong>"Very well, We'll ride atop Sunder, it will be faster this way."</strong> He smiled breaking camp and packing the cooked fish away for a different occasion of nourishment. It takes about ten minutes for him to do this and he does it in complete silence. He let her rest up for the moment until they were ready to leave. Sunder walks up to his bonded partner and kneels down before Gra'ak climbs up upon him. The knight offers his hand to her upon climbing atop Sunder. When she would take it he helps her up so she sat in front of him gently upon the saddleblanket and he would place a cloak around her so her modesty was preserved. He held her in one arm whilst holding the reins as Sunder would ride quickly at his swiftest speed. The leather of the saddle rubbed against her with each motion made as they head to the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 06:28:37</strong>
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				Tamara climbs up onto the bear's&nbsp; &nbsp;back.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would be surprised when he tosses a cloak over her shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again he keeps about her modesty.&nbsp; <br><br>Now the saddle did not help rubbing like it did.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still sensitive from her orgasm.&nbsp; &nbsp;It kept her aroused.&nbsp; &nbsp;So much so, that she is puddling the saddle blanket underneath&nbsp; her.&nbsp; &nbsp;As if a bitch in heat.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 06:38:41</strong>
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				That however was not his intention and upon noticing how it bothered her sensually, he slowed to a more gentle pace so as not to make her incredibly aroused or sexually frustrated by the journey. He would pause on how to fix this problem as he lifts her up so she sat slightly upon the bottom of the cloak he had draped upon ehr so the leather wouldnt rub to hard onto her and cause such sensitive arousal. He looked down at her as the cloak would make things more bearable as they rode but it was going to be a while before she got used to riding like this and she definitely needed clothes for the sheer practicality and principle of this. He was her master true but he would tend to her needs as best as he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 14:51:36</strong>
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				The cloak under helped.&nbsp; &nbsp;It took away the easy slide to the grind upon the slick saddle.&nbsp; Still at this point anything touching her there.&nbsp; Causes a soft moan to escapes from her.<br><br>Of course Tamara is unaware of Gra'ak noble thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, from his actions she is quite aware he is a different breed of master.&nbsp; Through her prospects amongst civilization of humans again is not good.&nbsp; The brand she has upon her.&nbsp; Will forever give her the stigma of having been a orc breeder.&nbsp; &nbsp;The brutality had shaped her into law abiding her status as a slave.&nbsp; &nbsp;As slavery amongst human nations is common.&nbsp; Through not all nations keep slaves.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But then her prospect in those was at level of no better then a whore.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 20:58:26</strong>
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				Gra'ak knew she had suffered though of course he knew not of the exact depths and he doubted he never would. The best he could do is help her regain herself and heal her wounds as best as he could. He rode with her his eyes looking about just in case a hunting party came to find her. He was aware of the situation regarding her freedom and the silence was deathly beyond her own "singing". He held her steady as they rode hard and fast. He also wondered about Tamara's past and if she even remembered her life before that hell she was bound to for so long and... in a way still was due to his guardianship of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 20:58:47</strong>
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				The nearest town is half a days ride and you can get there easy, due east.&nbsp; (Bad dice)&nbsp; The air is nice and refreshing and clean compared to what Tamara was used to.&nbsp; There is a gentle breeze that blows on the fur of the bear that seems nice.&nbsp; Apart from the sights of the natural habitants that live here, wild boars, lions and other creatures.&nbsp; Everything seems calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 23:20:56</strong>
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				The reports had been numerous from the out lands of an orc skirge that was sweeping over the country side.&nbsp; Some of the survivors had settled his town, but most had continued on to the safety of the walled city of Xardin.<br><br>Velikan had spent his time escorting goods to and fro protecting merchants and their wares for compensation.&nbsp; There had not been a single orc seen till recently.&nbsp; On one such escort mission, he and his charges were come upon by a fearsome host.&nbsp; Velikan and one of his other mercs survived the ambush, but it struck a more fearful respect into him.&nbsp; Orcs were not often this stupid, shying away from armed caravans.&nbsp; Something was happening and someone needed to be told.<br><br>After making sure that his fellow workers were posting paid guard duty for his home, his and his mothers, Velikan began traveling for Xardin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 00:46:51</strong>
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				Gra'ak would look on as he noticed a town in the far horizon however the road had much more miles away as he noticed a good number of people upon the roads now. The wildlife within the region was enough worry but what if these were bandits or worse orc slavers. His eyes narrowed in a steeled manner as his hand rests upon his sword however he didnt draw it just yet. He would look on to Tamara <strong>"It'll be okay. I'll keep you safe if this is what I believe it to be."</strong> Sunder gave a low bellow before grunting <strong>"Aye, I know you'll do your job as well."</strong> He would look to Tamara as he dismounts carefully letting her ride upon Sunder for now. Gra'ak would ready his shield just in case. He fought better like this. Sunder moves at a very slow pace behind the knight.<br><br>Aether would see a giant of a bear wearing scealed barding with a military saddle upon him. With a breathtaking woman naked upon the saddle modesty kept hidden only by an extremely large cloak. Gra'ak himself was a giant being in full plate armor from shoulder to toe with a fierce demeanor. He looked akin to a orc but with better looks and a subtle pair of tusks on his lower jaw. Still his tanned skin and short black hair hinted at his heiritage. He had a shield strapped to his left arm with his hand resting upon a longsword at the left hip. He spoke in common tongue with articulate and perfect discipline. <strong>"Halt there! Be you friend or foe?"</strong> He spoke as if the man honestly believed himself to be a knight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 10:44:33</strong>
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				Velikan had stopped for a spell to watch the people mill past.&nbsp; There was no point hiding it, he stood out.&nbsp; So, rather than be gawked at all the time, he just wore armor.&nbsp; It was easier than being stared at because he looked like an animate statue, a figure cut of stone that moved and talked.<br><br>Yeah okay, so that was his reality.<br><br>In the heat of the day when crowd was abustlin, it only made sense for him him to step aside and let them go their ways, without him in the way.<br><br>Then, out of the gray, there appeared a large bear that was suited for riding and had the most divine vision of beauty seated upon its back.&nbsp; Leading the bear was a creature a few hands above his own height, which was perfectly adept for the size of the mount that he lead.&nbsp; Velikan took complete and total notice when he stopped to address him, individually.&nbsp; <br><br>Hmmm, yes, this was going to be interesting.<br><br>He felt it a bit an odd clash that he had just began to move from the shade of the tree and the command to halt was issued him.&nbsp; Never the less, he halted and leaned upon his Bardiche so as to look non threatening to the the one who most apparently felt the need to challenge him.<br><br>"Friend, I hope, otherwise, there is a bit of a lopsided fight on my hands."&nbsp; His common was a bit clipped, apparently not his preferred language as he continued, "Is it all the armor that caused you to pick me out of such a sizable crowd?&nbsp; If you are not an Orc, which you appear not to be, you do have an upper hand...&nbsp; Listen, I am on the way to Xardin, if you will, walk with me.&nbsp; We may find that we have much to discuss."<br><br>He nodded genitally to the lady on the back of the bear and stepped out onto the congested path.<br><br>"So, what leads you and such an uncivilized mount," he nods to the bear with a chuckle, "to Xardin?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 06:06:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally after the tedium of monotony of travel.&nbsp; &nbsp;They would come upon a town.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tamara looked on wide eyed up ahead to the town.&nbsp; &nbsp;It been so long since she been to a town not controlled by the orcs.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>A nod is given to her master, as&nbsp; he dismounts and moves a head of her and Sunder.&nbsp; As she remains mounted on the bear still.&nbsp; <br><br>Another warrior&nbsp; engages her master in words.&nbsp; For a&nbsp; moment she wonders if blows will come.&nbsp; It is what would happen with the orc warriors.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, this is not the case, as they merely engage in conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thou she finds herself staring at this other.&nbsp; &nbsp;He also was different and not an orc. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 12:32:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak's tensions seem to ease up as he then states <strong>"No you seemed like the leader of this bunch because of it. Not to mention the fact that you're at the forefront."</strong> His hand eases off the sword then and then states with calm chivalry at the forefront. <strong>"Nay I do not believe it shall be a problem. I am heading that way myself so we might as well travel together if this is the case."</strong> Sunder snorts offended by the uncivilized comment by Velikan and its quite clear he was a lot smarter then many animals one meets. <br><br>Gra'ak breaks the silence as they have yet to be introduced. <strong>"Allow me to introduce myself and my companions. I am Sir Gra'ak Kordoth. This tempermental fellow is called Sunder, my faithful comrade in arms. And this lovely vision is called Tamara, my ward and newfound squire."</strong> He wouldn't explain just yet why she is nearly naked or about the brand and her origins as that could be taken the wrong way but he would tell the truth on the matter if confronted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 15:16:27</strong>
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				Sizing up the bear, he smiled in appreciation of its bulk and the way it moved, fluidly and lithely despite its size.&nbsp; It was a beautiful specimen and was the perfect mount for this Sir Kordoth.&nbsp; He made sure to make eye contact and nod in apology for his comment of moments ago.<br><br>"Well met.&nbsp; You may call me Velikan if it pleases you."<br><br>His spoken ability was refined in the sense that he knew what he was saying and had an adequate word choice, though one was not left with a confidence that he wanted to be heard.&nbsp; It was hard to get past his head though, which was unadorned, and clearly marked him for his lineage, though in much smaller form.&nbsp; His armor was the same color as his flesh so as to draw away from the unnaturalness of his appearance.&nbsp; All in all, he was a forgettable personality and had the demeanor, well, of a boulder.<br><br>Velikan moved effortlessly in his armor and seemed at perfect ease despite the tower shield on his right arm.&nbsp; He used his bardiche (http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/imagen/espadas-paulchen-hanwei/3515hacha-polaca-dosmanos/3515hacha-polaca-dosmanos.JPG) as a one would use a staff.&nbsp; <br><br>With an almost chilling gesture, Velikan turned the corners of his lips upwards, his face looked like so much broken shale.&nbsp; He smiled at Tamara and took his new friends explanation at face value.&nbsp; Considering his background, there was not really anything out there that could surprise him anymore.&nbsp; Taking in one more broad glance of his new companions, he settled his features and looked ahead once more to the dwindling road to Xardin.<br><br>"Leader," he snorted.&nbsp; "No, I think they fear me more than anything.&nbsp; You would understand, you and I are not exactly, human...&nbsp; Besides, I make my way alone on this trip.&nbsp; I had hoped to find and recruit those that like to earn a bit of coin escorting goods and march em back to the homestead there.&nbsp; The raids have finally struck here locally and I need fresh meat to stave them off.&nbsp; What business takes you to Xardin?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:25:13</strong>
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				<strong>"Well met Velikan"</strong> He nods and then explains to Velikan why he was heading in this direction. <strong>"The three of us go to Xardin for the sake of perhaps stopping this orc incursion from spreading. A Thankless job though it might be I am not going to sit back and do nothing whilst they have their way with the human settlements. Im going to try and raise an army to do battle with them and that is the place to go and act upon such a thing."</strong> Gra'ak had much conviction in his voice as he spoke cementing that he was going to try this be it by one hundred or with ten thousand at his back. Sure in the annals of history he might be seen as a traitorous half-breed but he could live with such an interpretation if it meant stopping the orc armies from wiping everyone out.<br><br>Gra'ak would climb up onto Sunder once more adjusting himself in the military saddle before he would hold onto Tamara with a gentle arm. The shield before her hiding her form even more. His eyes would look to Velikan. <strong>"Can this town perhaps part with a few goods for coin, before moving on ? I need clothes for my ward and suitable equipment for her?"</strong> He stated quietly. Yeah it would expose the fact that she was quite naked under the shield and cloak but he wanted that to be changed and it would be best to be done before the arrival into the city.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:50:49</strong>
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				"Aye, there is a family that spins wool and will be able to put together a shift for her.&nbsp; There is also a general goods shop and an iron smith...&nbsp; Possibly even a night to stay while things are put together.&nbsp; I have a residence here."<br><br>Velikan would lead them to his place of residence and point out this hamlet and that to where they could acquire the things that they needed.&nbsp; He is willing to show them the way so there isnt any funny business or price gouging.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:15:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The human woman aboard the bear.&nbsp; Would with fluid motion dismount of the bear.&nbsp; &nbsp;Landing like a cat.&nbsp; Of course the over size cloak flashed.&nbsp; &nbsp; Showing her to indeed be totally nude under it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet she seemed not bothered by it.<br><br><em>"I need nothing master."</em>&nbsp; She would respond to the half ogre.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving no doubt to how she viewed the relationship.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is not quite sure what a squire is at that.&nbsp; But in her world and mind,&nbsp; she views herself as slave belonging now to Gra'ak.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She approached the two.&nbsp; Still taken in with the gray skin of the other.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who she realized was not human.&nbsp; But what he was, she had no clue. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 03:07:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak sighed knowing well it would take some time to have her adjust to this or him to adjust to the idea that she was like this. <strong>"Even so I don't think we should enter the city with you naked like this Tamara. It will cause trouble for the two of us. Pick out something alluring or accessible if you must but I have to ask you to obey me on this."</strong> Gra'ak hated the idea of giving her a direct order but he knew the way these things worked. Still it would be best to positively reinforce the behavior <strong>"Do this and I'll make it up to you when we get into town."</strong> He said with a patient smile upon his face.<br><br>Turning his attention to Velikan he would nod his thanks and proclaim it <strong>"Thank you for the hospitality Velikan."</strong> He would follow him with Sunder trailing behind them. The bear looked about quietly though he clearly had no intention of harming anyone since he was more interested in rest and a bit of food in his belly. They had been traveling for a considerably amount of time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 05:03:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would also greet Tamara and show them both to a neighbor who had some silks along with some traditional rough spun wools.&nbsp; This tailor promised a basic outfit deliverable in the morning given proper measurements.<br><br>After any and all services required were tended to, Velikan would show them to his home.&nbsp; There is an outbuilding near the edge of a wood that may be appropriate for a bear, though he confesses he knows not what Gra'ak feeds him.&nbsp; Velikan has hay and the like for livestock, but little else.<br><br>"There are some berries in a wide place in the creek back half a mile, where the water is slow and the banks are soft.&nbsp; Possibly even some fish if Sunder is patient enough.&nbsp; The loft is full of hay and a perfect place for you two to bed down, the house is rather small."&nbsp; He looks at them apologetically.&nbsp; "Are you two hungry?&nbsp; We can get a pot of stew going with some bread if you like and a well is just there for drinking.&nbsp; Oh, and there is a spot to bathe just inside the woods, a little fall in the creek..."<br><br>Not quite sure how else to make them comfortable, he seems to just ramble on quietly about this and that arrangement and says that he will have them food closer to nightfall.&nbsp; He departs into the house murmuring for them to make themselves comfortable where ever they like as he prepares a modest feast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 13:37:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tamara would do as told.&nbsp; As she would order a tunic to wear.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The tunic is loose fitting,&nbsp; and it comes just enough to cover her.&nbsp; Giving some modesty to her dress, but still quite daring.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through this was not her intent.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the want and need for flexibility and freedom of movement.&nbsp; <br><br>Now she is adamant with the tailor on what she wanted in the tunic.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she did not want to be in one of those long dresses. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:56:59</strong>
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				OOC:&nbsp; Sorry for not posting, rl issues.&nbsp; I think that they have been worked out.&nbsp; If anyone checks a map, let me know.&nbsp; PM if you have one.<br><br>IC:&nbsp; Everyone packs up in the early morn, the birds are chirping, squirrels are squeaking, etc.&nbsp; There is a light breeze that blows through the plains.&nbsp; There is a town nearby by not the town that is your destination.&nbsp; It seems a bit odd for a town to be out here, near an Orc encampment.&nbsp; The Orcs that were tracking Tamara have stopped.<br><br>(The town is only a day walk from here.&nbsp; You can make it in good time if you hurry.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 05:45:20</strong>
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				After they left the place where she is given the adornments.&nbsp; The tunics that she is allowed to pick out.&nbsp; &nbsp; While waiting to leave,&nbsp; Tamara would do ritual stretching exercises.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 07:19:21</strong>
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				(I think we already made it to the town with Velikan yes?)<br><br>Gra'ak was smiling when she came out looking rather appealing yet at the very least her marking would not show without intense searching and she wouldn't turn so many heads for the wrong reasons. <strong>"How are you feeling at the moment Tamara?"</strong> He figured to at least check on her since it was clear she wasn't used to much save for bare skin. Food and drink would be most definitely a priority and with their new friend's hospitality it should be well handled. In the meantime Gra'ak would restock on food for the road and the like as well as purchasing anything Tamara might need in case trouble was afoot. <strong>"Perhaps I should get you a weapon or such for some protection?"</strong> He thought on one more thing they had not covered and that was the bath offer <strong>"I'll buy some things in case you want to take up the bath offer Tamara. Let me know if you wish anything for that. It would not do for my ward to not look her best after all"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 20:02:20</strong>
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				(I think he is referring to the next town down the road.&nbsp; I will be ready to cast, ie post, off when you have all your supplies and mutual bathings in order if you all want&nbsp; &lt;.&lt; )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 21:17:41</strong>
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				A nod is given by Tamara.&nbsp; &nbsp; She would choose a weapon.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, it would merely be a sling, and the sling bullets to go with it.&nbsp; &nbsp; No other weapon is chosen or looked at.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 13:29:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak would be quick about getting her hat she asked for and he would then come back with Sunder still garbed in armor and ready to be mounted upon. Since they had a walking traveler with them with no horse seemingly they would have to hoof it. He would let Tamara ride Sunder since it made it easier for Gra'ak in case trouble came about. Sunder was a good guardian as well as a speedy mount and the knight fought better on foot as well. He nods to Velikan letting him know they were ready to depart for their destination. Packs filled with food, drink and supplies they would head off. The night had a head start on them and they were needing to reach the next settlement soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 00:09:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was quite sturdy and confident and could set a quick pace in his armor.&nbsp; So he did.&nbsp; He told of a town that was perpendicular to their desired destination but closer to the mountains and would possibly be a good source of intel, if the city was still there.&nbsp; Velikan had not heard anything to the contrary and urged his new companions to follow him, that from there, they could safely travel to Xardin.<br><br>He did not talk all that much, though he answered any question put to him.&nbsp; It was not till mid day when they stepped off the beaten trail for a quick bite that he truly took in Gra'ak and Tamara.&nbsp; He did so in a stoic manner.&nbsp; His face seemed to move very little and his facial features were proverbially frozen.&nbsp; The his face creaked as he opened his mouth to speak, bright as pearl teeth shining out of a dark mouth flashed at them.<br><br>"You two."&nbsp; Was it an assessment or a precursor to something?&nbsp; The moments passed.&nbsp; "Quite a tale it will be to hear that brought you together."&nbsp; <br><br>He took a mouth full of some of his trail ration, grains and fibers, and washed it down with a swig from the largest flask either of them had seen in a long time, if ever.&nbsp; All the items which surrounded this individual seemed to be a size or two larger than he should be comfortable with, but gripped them he did and with ease.&nbsp; The observation had been made and it appeared that nothing more need be said or asked by him.<br><br>The silence would continue on unbroken unless either of his new friends spoke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 03:26:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Striking up conversation,&nbsp; Tamara would ask the gray skin man some genial questions.<br><br><em>"You must own many slaves.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or one like my master. "</em><br><br>She would ask innocently enough of their new companion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 04:15:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The warmth would leave his face, in fact, the very air around them would take on a crackling chill.&nbsp; The eyes that had been shining brilliantly now had an edge that cut like a razors edge.&nbsp; Lowering the rations, Velikan spoke very low and the voice came forth like the breaking of stone cascading over each other.&nbsp; With a firm gaze and tone, he addresses Tamara.<br><br>"I was born of a slave."&nbsp; The proclamation hung in the air and chilled the marrow.<br><br>"My heritage mocks me."&nbsp; He gestured to himself in ways to accent his non human look, his eye color, his sharply pronounced features.<br><br>"I proudly own my self and no other. I have freely set my way that is before me.&nbsp; I walk it because it is my path.&nbsp; I refused the life I was given and fought free of the oppression and built my Ma and I a new life."&nbsp; His presence pulsed with a menacing vibrance that was tangible.<br><br>Despite the energy of the moment, there was not a feeling of threat in the communication.&nbsp; It was raw and intense.&nbsp; Unbridled, Velikan let the meaning of his words pierce them in response to Tamara's innocent seeming question.<br><br>Then his gaze turned upon Gra'ak and he spoke with clear and cool certainty, "She calls you master, Sir Kordoth."&nbsp; There was extra weight placed on the word Sir so that there was a mutual understanding between them.&nbsp; One that Velikan was having a hard time reconciling in his soul, being as this, this...&nbsp; Humanoid seemed of an upright character.<br><br>Again, there was the weight of the statement hanging in the air, unresolved.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 06:10:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak neither froze with fear or behaved awkwardly when that was spoken of. He knew this was something that was a plausible situation and not everyone cared for such beings who even owned slaves. Mostly because of what it could entail and the like along with the people who came out of slavery. Those who were frightened and mere shells of what they were. Gra'ak would not draw his weapon until his life was endangered and as such he spoke calmly letting his words do battle with the obviously angered man. <br><br><strong>"Velikan, tis true she does call me Master."</strong> He would let his words hang there for the moment <strong>"I did call her my ward and I stand by that statement, but no doubt you would want her set free."</strong> Gra'ak continued on and there was no question that was the case. <strong>"However the brand on her would stay with her forever if that was the case. Which would cause much social problems as I am sure you are well aware of. Also, lawfully she would be an escaped slave even if she came from the Orc Encampments if she was just set free. As such she would be hounded not just by them but other slavers and others less benevolent towards her."</strong> <br><br>Gra'ak knew how things worked in the real world of the cities and towns. She'd be an outcast amongst her own people because of what she endured, and she would not find peace within it. Not just yet. He looked to Tamara with a quiet look of protection before he licked his dried lips and continued speaking to Velikan. <strong>"Lastly, Tamara from what I have seen when she first came across my camp, knows little beyond it and the Orcs have made their mark well upon her beyond just physical marks. If she were to be released now, I have no doubt what her future would entail of even if she managed to avoid al those dangers I mentioned."</strong> If Tamara left now or never came across Gra'ak no doubt she would have fallen back onto what she knew. In the wilds she would not survive to be certain and would fall prey to many things that inhabit the woods and plains. In civilized lands there would be only brothels and whorehouses that might take her in and what life she had would be one of poverty. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 07:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Speaking from a stance of knowledge and questioning from a position of observation had always lead him well.&nbsp; With a balanced approach to an innocent situation only moments before, Velikan was allowed to deal with his emotions.<br><br>"She was branded when you found her.&nbsp; Having escaped from the Orcs, you harbored her, protected her."<br><br>The silence was long.&nbsp; The gray of the eyes returned and the deathly chill of malice for wrong doing released its grip on all of their supplies of breathable air.&nbsp; His head lowered a moment before snapping upright.<br><br>"It seems that our lives have been touched upon by great injustice and fate has drawn us together."&nbsp; Standing upon the finishing of the statement, he looked down the long road with a look older than the mountains themselves.&nbsp; "Come, we can discuss ourselves further on the road."<br><br>Velikan was ready to travel, and he had a resigned look of pain upon his features.&nbsp; Acceptance replaced doubt though his features said otherwise.<br><br>"It seems we all have a debt to settle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 01:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(sorry glitch,&nbsp; it had shown that I had not posted it.&nbsp; The tab opened up to writing a post with what I had posted already.&nbsp; So I just clicked send, and figured I had forgot to do it yesterday.)<br><br>Tamara listened to the responses.&nbsp; The one thing that struck her.&nbsp; She did not feel like a injustice&nbsp; had happen.&nbsp; Her mind set at this time, did not let her think in that way.&nbsp; Nor was she on some crusade of payback.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is along because in her mind she belongs to Gra'ak, he is her master and he owns her now.&nbsp; For she is his property.&nbsp; That is the terms she thinks in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 02:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak would look upon the town with a soft exhale and then began approaching noticing the awkward looks he, Sunder and Velikan were getting. Gra'ak in the meantime was hunting with his eyes for an inn. He remained silent for the moment as he then says to Velikan <strong>"How did you come to be in that town? The orc's try and raid it?"</strong> He asked as he would figure that they might as well make a bit of rest here before moving on. It was best not to make camp so many times. Even if the orcs weren't tracking the fact that there were natural predators here didn't help
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 08:27:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That town was the one in which I settled, Gra'ak.&nbsp; It provided me an adequate distance from my previous captors.&nbsp; I have happened upon towns that have been over come by Orc raids.&nbsp; Recently, even."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The half ogre would head on into the inn. A wooden building that had crudely carved furnishings that one needed to be careful when skin is exposed to. Lanterns on chains were what illuminated the room and the half ogre had to stoop over in order to avoid the lanterns. Still it wasn't wholly uncomfortable. Offering a seat to them both he would then say <strong>"Have what you want, its on me. I'll secure us rooms and then we can get a good amount of rest. Sunder will be fine in the meantime. He enjoys the outdoors more so then any town."</strong> Sunder would have left when Tamara climbed off. Gra'ak would look to the two of them as weak ale was served to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 00:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The inn was much like any other in this country and was a welcome option to sleeping out on the plains.&nbsp; Velikan would thank Gra'ak and sip at the watery ale, lookin about the room for any signs of life.&nbsp; Any he would find with his eyes he would assess and consider talking to for information of the happenings here abouts.<br><br>"If we can find information, it would be a good thing.&nbsp; Its been a few days since I last heard of the orcs and I am expectin them to not like the outcome they met up with me and my fellow man at arms.&nbsp; Half sensing a counter attack."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 05:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For Tamara,&nbsp; she would draw a place on the floor next to the half ogre Gra'ak.&nbsp; &nbsp; She sit squatting on her heels.&nbsp; &nbsp; She would simply sit that way.&nbsp; As if waiting to be told what she should do.<br><br>Tamara listens to the conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her facial expression shows indifference to the talk.&nbsp; The truth though is she does listen with interest.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she wants to know more of her new master.&nbsp; &nbsp; An this is not limited to knowing her master more.&nbsp; &nbsp;The gray skin comrade of her master now.&nbsp; He is a curiosity to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 07:56:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"I don't believe so for the moment. If there is an attack it will be unrelated. They are not hunting for Tamara, as I haven't ran into any orcs for some time. And not many orcs will approach an ogre willingly unless they outnumber it ten to one. Trolls might but not orcs."</strong> He said with a chuckle looking to Tamara who sat at her masters feet. Gra'ak would look on and then spoke <strong>"You may take a seat upon a chair Tamara, or my leg should you be more comfortable like that. These chairs aren't built for that either."</strong> He said as they were rigid and unforgiving to the tail bone. His eyes looked over her as he then says <strong>"Still, I should consider myself one of the luckier ones."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 15:39:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A simple nod is given by the human female.&nbsp; As she rise up from her position and go to sit on the leg of the half ogre.&nbsp; &nbsp; To sit by herself at&nbsp; a table is not proper.&nbsp; So she chooses the only avenue open in her mind set.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 01:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC:&nbsp; Going to post tomorrow.&nbsp; The town that ppl are going to is Cormeadow and is mostly half elves and halflings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 15:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC-&nbsp; drag Tamara along,&nbsp; &nbsp;I will not be on for a week.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:13:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As you approach the town of&nbsp; Cormeadow, you hear a roaring sound coming from the underbrush.&nbsp; Then you hear another roar from the opposite side.&nbsp; The town is made mostly of brick and mortar.&nbsp; It is nicely kept town as you can tell from the view of the main gates.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 19:37:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Path bound again, the little party makes its way to another town that is walled and gated.&nbsp; Velikan tells them that it is Cormeadow and offers protection to its farmers and the likes with the walls of its fine city.<br><br>Then the bushes roar at the little party and Velikan pauses a moment, considering poking the said vegetation with his Bardiche, but then thinks better of it.<br><br>"It sounds hungry, should we scare it off?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 10:18:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				::he would slowly draw his blade readying his shield before he then looked about:: TIs best to get on inside if we can. If the beasts attacks we fight back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 22:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The growling gets closer and closer towards your position on the road.&nbsp; There are some people outside the town and they look dangerous.&nbsp; There are three of them.&nbsp; Two guys and a kid.&nbsp; They are wearing black and dark brown colors.<br><br>They stand there with their arms folded and they watch you.&nbsp; You see some movement in the grass.&nbsp; Its about 2 feet away from you on both sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 08:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It seems that we might not get inside at all...&nbsp; Those folk up ahead do not seem all that hospitable..."<br><br>Velikan was taking steady steps backwards from the sounds about them as he concentrated on the noise and the movement.&nbsp; He readied his Tower Shield and his Bardiche for anything that would throw itself at them.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Perception Check : d20 = 17 + 5 = 22.&nbsp; I rolled it but cant find your id Sophyta&gt;&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 22:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC:&nbsp; From the growling Aether, its a lion based species.&nbsp; &nbsp; You guys don't have a good visual but you can do something to get one?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 22:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the reach of his polearm, Velikan parts the grass to his left as Gra'ak is on his right trying to get a better view of what is growling so menacingly and cat like.&nbsp; It seemed odd that there were such creatures here and Velikans mind started racing, wondering if the small group ahead of them was responsible for it.&nbsp; Maybe even it was a defense for the town.<br><br>Calling out to the small group, Velikan bellowed, "Are these your cats here in the groves?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 00:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				People hear what Velikan says and they all run for their houses.&nbsp; There is now silence.&nbsp; You can hear the doors slam shut and they peek through their windows.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tamara remains back,&nbsp; however she has dropped off the bear and if noticed is on the balls of her feet.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she watches her master and the other advance.&nbsp; <br><br>(I am back)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 12:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Sunder, defend Tamara from them."</strong> The half ogre was unafraid as he began moving straight towards the danger, sword and shield in hand and ready to do battle in case these things truly were hostile. (Shall we roll initiative?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 19:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;&lt;OOC Aye, I am ready to have at whatever lurks in the grasses...&gt;&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sophyta</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 00:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The one lion that is closest to Velikan, swipes at his legs, (Rolled an 12..)&nbsp; The one farthest away from Tamara jumps at her (Rolled a 11), a lion tries to charge Gra'ak (Rolled an 10).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 01:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Have at you then you blasted feline!"<br><br>Velikan sweeps the bardiche viciously at the lion that raked at his armored shins with a howl of glee.&nbsp; His motions were fluidic and deadly.<br><br>Full Result for attack rolls: Velikan rolled: 2d20, Result: 2, 16.&nbsp; Add attack of +16/+11 for 18 and 27.<br><br>Full Result for damage rolls: Velikan rolled: 2d8, modifying each die by 10.&nbsp; Result: 13, 12.<br><br>Velikans AC is 30.&nbsp; Roll Result: Velikan rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 2.&nbsp; Comment: Initiative.&nbsp; Result: 8.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tamara herself would look.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><strong><sup>Roll Result: Tamara rolled: 1d20, adding 13to the total<br>Comment: Perception<br>Result: 14,<br>Total: 27<br><br>Roll Result: Tamara rolled: 1d20, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: Initiative<br>Result: 3,<br>Total: 7</sup></strong><br><br>The lion that leaps at her misses.&nbsp; &nbsp;On her initiative Tamara will take and unleash a flurry of blows with sudden kicks to the lion.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong><sup>Rolls to hit;&nbsp; 17, 12<br><br>Assume the 17 hit,&nbsp; damage&nbsp; 8 HP</sup></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 10:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span class="bbc_u">Gra'ak</span><br><br>Attack 1: 11+13 = 24 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2731995/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2731995/) )<br>Attack 2: 2+8 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2731996/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2731996/) ) (Miss more then Likely)<br><br>Damage:&nbsp; 2+6 = 8 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2731999/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2731999/) )<br><br>AC: 26<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Sunder</span><br><br>Attack 1 (Bite): 8+9 = 17 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732001/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732001/) ) <br>Attack 2 (Claw): 15+4 = 19 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732002/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732002/) )<br>Attack 3 (Claw): 8+4 = 12 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732003/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732003/) ) (Miss)<br><br>Damage 1: 1+5 = 6 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732004/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732004/) )<br>Damage 2: 1+5 = 6 (Witness: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732005/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2732005/) )<br><br>AC: 24<br><br><hr><br>Gra'ak was sturdy and was unmoving when the Lion tried to pounce upon the knight. Too strong to be pushed about and too large to be taken of his feet the half ogre would approach spinning his blade about before him to inhibit a danger zone and then ends his demonstration with a swift double slash with Bonesnapper slicing into the Lions hide eager to end its threat. <br><br>Sunder in the meantime was doing as Gra'ak requested aiding Tamara in slaying the Lion that was attacking her using his mouth to lock the lion into place before racking his mighty claws upon it and for the injuries sustained by the Lion were telling they were possibly the best warning blows Sunder could give due to the immense strength the Brown Bear had upon him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 07:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;&lt; No probs mate&nbsp; ^.^ &gt;&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 01:42:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tamara immediately assumes she broke something of the young male lion.&nbsp; Hobbling away it would be dangerous enough to die a slow death of starvation.&nbsp; &nbsp; Without thought she would rush at the lion.&nbsp; In attempt to grapple and pin the young lion.<br><br>Through this is risky proposition.&nbsp; For if she does not win the grapple she could open herself to the ever present rake of the lion. <br><br><sup><strong>Roll Result: Tamara rolled: 1d20, adding 11to the total<br>Comment: grapple<br>Result: 5,<br>Total: 16<br></strong></sup>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 06:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a calm and stoic efficiency of a butcher at market, Velikan steps forward into his targets personal space with a vicious thrust and then an over head chop.<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Velikan takes a 5 foot step into the young lion with a full attack.<br>Velikan rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 16. Comment: First Attack on young lion. Result: 17.<br>Velikan rolled: 1d20. Comment: Backing up the critical failure. Result: 7.<br>Velikan rolled: 1d20, adding 11 to the total. Comment: Second attack roll on young lion. Result: 22. </span></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 05:44:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gra'ak would hold back for now readying an attack should it seem like the lion was going to strike at Tamara. <br><br>((Sorry for the lateness. Life was messed up))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Plains of Xanzamar Orc Camp (If you are a slave or an Orc posting) Tamara</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 07:03:49</strong>
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				&lt;&lt;Sophyta seems swamped, or he was waiting for you, LH&gt;&gt;
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