Khrel'thull and Naer were two very large Orc warriors of the Western Badlands. The Orcs of the Badlands and the human bands had been at war for quite some time. The Orcs had the better weapons however, and took more pleasure in simply causing havoc and using the humans like cattle than in simply destroying them. Today was as good a day as any to do just that, in fact; Khrel'thull and Naer thought so anyway.
The two Orcs had brown, thick skin covered in bottled yellow and green fur, and hulked about on all fours, for the most part, almost like massive gorillas. They wore nothing, letting their long, thick cocks hang down between their legs, dangling in front of equally large balls. Naer carried a couple feet of rope for snaring humans.
Now, the two were waiting off the road, huddled in a bush. They'd been watching the village from a distance for some time, waiting for one of the humans to come out to hunt or gather. They'd been hoping for a female, but as usual, they were well protected and had little to do outside the village anyway. Instead, a man, muscular for a human but not too hulking, left the camp. So Khrel'thull and Naer took to their usual positions by the side of the road and waited.
Traujas walked through woods silently, his tomahawk held in front of him and his small wooden buckler by his side. He wore a chest plate of hardened wood and wooden bucklers on his arms. It was his turn, today, to leave the village and find berries and fruits for supper, so a bag was slung over his shoulder as well.
The humans knew the Orcs were in the woods, preying on them daily. He knew it was little more than a death sentence, or worse, to be picked for gathering duty. The Orcs weren't even the worst of his worries, in reality. There were Dragonmen, Insectids, and Centaur as well, always waiting for an opportunity to snag a new slave for their own villages. But without food, the village would starve, so Traujas did his duty and traversed the woods.
He didn't get far, though, when he heard something move in the bushes to his right. He turned, raised his tomahawk and stopped, waiting in freight for whatever might emerge. But it didn't.
Khrel'thull moved just enough for the human to hear him. He watched as Naer leapt from the bushes across from him, striking the human hard in the back of the head with his meaty fist. Khrel'thull emerged and looked over the man. Not a woman, but he'd still do. Naer tied the length of rope around the human's wrists and threw him over his shoulder, leaving the road empty but for an empty sack on the ground.
The two orcs carried their prize into the woods. Later they'd return to the Orc encampment with him, but for now they had other business to attend to. Through the woods, they entered a cave, hollowed out of a large rock by years of the river passing under it. The ground was covered in a pool of cold water, about a foot deep, but neither of the Orcs minded. It would feel good on their bare, cracked feet, but not so good on Traujas when they dropped him to the cave floor.
Traujas woke suddenly as he was submerged in ice cold water, lying on the cave floor. He winced as something grabbed his dark brown hair and dragged him out of the water. He blinked water out of his eyes and looked up to a hairy, dark colored creature looking down at him. Being held up, he caught his feet under him, able to kneel in the water. His hands were tied hard behind his back, the ropes cutting into his wrists. He was aware of another Orc behind him, the one who's hand was holding his hair.
"Braush ta, Morkhak!" the beast yelled something at him and when he failed to comply to whatever the order was, hit him hard across the face.