You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?))
Vusha smiles and sighs in relief. "khe's my brothers, jiak worry about us gith. Kigiji took alnej years ve ek katu, ve become ma than just ij possession they do whatever they wish ar. My brothers ayh tek fools leading kigiji ushtar, they ayh tek bur ar mimba minds 'so much power, so sma intelligence, jiak drutimer they liwo ni dautas ek us gith killed." She spoke nervously. "Jiak kij ni ro sulj pak lavgru-mal orcs ve gain ul respect ro my brothers agh be seen tek an equal, yet they still do olk tan. Jiak drutimer they manipulate alnej tor their own childish games na times, jiak kij ul tug sister nadar shum loyal agh protective brothers. Kigiji life ro uorkormajal. Ku ij blessing agh ij bolvag. Shum orc females ayh sacrificed na birth, kulknej ayh ul inferior ro our species. kilgjas ro us "chosen" ve exist ku ve purely continue ul population kulknej ayh given naog educations, naog warrior training. Jiak mis sulj lucky my birth mis kigija kor ij kri-krisur warrior jiak mis naj-ri'uk tug mimba. Shal my gijak runs ul essence ro ij staz, jiak studied shal burzum, hid my strength tor shum moons. My 18th birthday jiak mis ve pair ar ij najbor-tuk ij najbor-tuk my brothers deemed appropriate; jiak did olk wish tor kigiji my tug option mis combat." She thought back on it, diverting her eyes from looking at the old woman. "My years ro training mis finally naka ve pay parmab. my 'pairing' ku naog longer ar us, agh jiak now dan par my own alongside my brothers fighting ij nadgaj, jiak drutimer kulknej may olk leka."
English Translation as during my study's I taught myself..
I smile and sigh in relief, it's my brothers, I worry about us all...
This took me years to get here, to become more than just a possession they do whatever they wish with.
My brothers are like fools leading this army, they are like man with child minds 'so much power, so little intelligence, I fear they will one day get us all killed.
I am one of very few female orcs to gain the respect of my brothers and be seen as an equal, yet they still do not listen.
I fear they manipulate me for their own childish games at times, I am the only sister among many loyal and protective brothers.
This life of mine... is a blessing and a curse.
Many Orc females are sacrificed at birth, we are the inferior of our species.
Those of us "chosen" to exist is to purely continue the population we are given no educations, no warrior training. I was very lucky my birth was that from a chief warrior I was his only child.
In my blood runs the essence of a beast, I studied in darkness, hid my strength for many moons.
My 18th Birthday I was to pair with a male a male my brothers deemed appropriate; I did not wish for this my only option was combat. My years of training was finally going to pay off...
My 'pairing' is no longer with us, and I now stand on my own alongside my brothers fighting a war, I fear we may not win.
