The fires roaring around Griffin's Nest could be seen for miles as could the celebratory shouts echoing throughout the valley. The largest gathering was over one thousand strong centered on a bonfire reaching twenty feet into the sky. Drums filled the air with the rhythm the victorious army stamped their feet to. Every kind of meat imaginable was roasting over one of the pits and the warriors gorged themselves. There were barrels stacked upon barrels of liquors and ales the empty ones thrown into the fire to keep it going.
The things dancing around the fire were not men. No man has ever grown quite as large as these things have. They were seven sometimes eight feet tall of robust rippling muscle roaring into the night. Green skin speckled with flecks of blood, patches of dirt and pieces of meat that somehow managed to avoid the massive maws of the beasts. If those pieces were spotted they were devoured as quickly as anything else. They may have had clothing when the had set out hours ago but now only a few strips of cloth covered the celebratory warriors keeping the flimsiest illusion of modesty. None of the things dancing around the flames had a concept of modesty anyway. They were only focused on food and the victory.
"Shut mouth!" A single voice shouted over the din. "SHUT MOUTH!" The voice echoed again and this time the crowd started to quiet down. The orc speaking steps onto a pedestal and flings an axe into the nearest warrior splitting his chest open and spraying the near by warriors with blood. "I've another!" He roared lifting another throwing axe this one already coated with fresh blood. Another hush fell over the crow and eyes turned toward Galgrax.
Galgrax was monstrous even amongst orcs. He was nearly nine feet tall with an unruly mane of jet black hair braded with bones and beads. Across his chest he wore a sash of fur from something that been roughly humanoid and around his waist a the still fresh heads of slain elf warriors were suspended from a leather belt. "Tonight we celebrate our great victory!" He thrust his fist toward the black sky inciting an new wave of roars. "We have feasted! Our bellies are full of meat and ale!" Another wave of roars rolled through the valley. "It is time we dealt with other hungers! Bring out the prisoners!"
A howl split the sky and ever head turned towards the source. A pack of creatures that resembled wolves started walking through the orcish ranks. They all had grey fur accept for the leader, the pack master was covered in black fur that perfectly matched his eyes. The flickering reflections of the fire were the only proof it even had eyes. It padded forward six thickly muscled legs occasionally snapping up bits of meat the orcs had thrown to the ground.
Tied to each of the wolves was a woman. The women were completely nude save for the ropes binding their wrists behind them and the burlap sacks tied tightly around their heads. Guffaws of laughter rose when the girls tripped over the filth covering the grounds and were dragged by the beasts until they managed to return to their feet. Muffled screams tried to escape the burlap prisons whenever an orcish hand would touch crème colored flesh.
"Good! Very good!" Galgrax roared and leapt down to the nearest maiden, the one dragged by the black creature. With one hand he ripped the sack from the girl's head and threw it aside.
She was the princess of the High Elves, Gabriella. Her beauty was legendary. Blonde hair cascaded down past her knees. Even covered in dirt from the pit she'd been kept in her skin was so pale it nearly glimmered like moonlight. Sweet breasts sat on her chest like ripe fruit to be savored and ice blue eyes had trapped more men than she could count in her centuries long life.
In her hundreds of years never once had Gabriella seen a live orc or their companions the wulfgar. She'd never been stripped naked with her sword maidens and starved or made to sleep in a filth filled pit. The smell of roasting meat already had her salivating, only her elfish pride kept her from sinking to her knees to pick at the scraps of food that had escaped the orcs. That and the noose like leash wrapped around her throat linking her to the wulfgar that dragged her to Galgrax.
"Har har. How the mighty have fallen." Galgrax roared and walked closer to Gabriella. At first she tried to avoid his gaze, lowering her eyes to his waist but the things she saw there horrified her. The first was the orc's cock. It was nearly as big around as her forearm and covered in knobs. The organ twisted and curved upward. It seemed to be staring at the elfin princess and taunting her. To it's right was her father's head and to it's left her brother. As intimidating as Galgrax's face was it was less horrifying than the sight below. "Orc is best. We smash puny elf country. Knocked every stone down."
What he said was true. The orcs had completely destroyed the kingdom of Elis-tireal. The fields had been burned, the buildings razed to their foundations. The men were slain, every male adult or child had been slain. The women of breeding age had been enslaved and dragged to the Griffin's Nest but younger girls had been fed to the Wulfgar. The only survivors left behind were elderly women and they weren't expected to last long. Just long enough to pass the word of what had happened to the next caravan.
"Now orc take women!" He roared and crowd along with him. They were already worked up into what the humans described as a blood frenzy. The brutes were roaring into the night, Gabriella had heard of such things from the men in her village. It was the kind of story mother's told their children to make them behave.
"You would not dare lay a single foul digit on my fair flesh. If I am not returned unharmed all of the seven lor- " She didn't get a chance to finish that sentence before he gripped her throat cutting off her words and her air at the same time. Galgrax held her there staring into her eyes and smiling as he listened to her rasping for air. She brought her hands up trying to bat his hands down but it didn't help. Her delicate elfish female body was completely inadequate to physically battle an orc. Galgrax wasn't just an orc, he was the leader by right of combat, the strongest of a brutal warrior race. Compared to that an elfish princess was less than nothing.
