It was an average day for the Orcs, they were lumbering around Felsen in a large crowd, or pack, as they do. Per usual they were being harassed by a multitude of humans, elves and similar, non-orc, non-bub'hozh, races. The orcs were unfazed by such emotional abuse and continued their day, ignoring the racists. After a fair amount of time spent just lumbering around they come upon a young lady, a royal maid. The maid, Anne, looked like she needed a pick-me-up and the orcs, being the good Samaritans that they are, decided to pick her up. The one to pick Anne up was a red, fat, tubby mess of flesh. Immediately the other racists that witnessed the good hearted sight tried to attack the orcs, fortunately the orcs had no issue in pushing away the attacking racists and continued to try and cheer up Anne. They soon realized that the drab, boring, and frankly depressing landscape that the humans call their home was the issue. Anne had to be taken to the warm beaches of the Uzg, and fast. On their way to the Orc lands the Orcs were stopped many times by the racists as they assumed the worst when it came to the orcs intentions. As they continued journey they sensed something, something that pertained to Anne. They then found out that it was Anne's birthday! They quickly arranged a birthday tea party for Anne. They made a large bonfire and many seats for the guests of the party to use. Various teas, wines and rums were served at the party by a small halfling with a flat head. His flat head worked as a perfect surface for the tray that he would bring the drinks around on. After drinking and talking for a good while the group, that now consisted of orcs and a few humans and elves who weren't racist, began to give gifts to the birthday girl. A large, fat, red orc gave Anne a nice shirt that he had taken from a dead body that he found in a moat somewhere. The flat headed halfling gave Anne one of his finest wines. A large, handsome, gray orc gave Anne a large sack of premium, swamp kush. After gifts were given they began to play a game of truth or dare, then moved on to some duck-duck-goose. After a while it was time for Anne to head home since the sun was setting and she had her maidly duties to attend to. Everyone dispersed and everyone that went to the party had a smile on their face for the rest of the day.
Moral of the story: Don't be racist or assume the worst of Orcs.
Photo Album of that Average Day: http://imgur.com/a/hdKUS