Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kender@next06cville.wam.umd.edu (Lady Death)
Subject: another Orc ;)
Message-ID: <1992May14.011301.15337@wam.umd.edu>
Date: Thu, 14 May 1992 01:13:01 GMT

 The door opens, yet again, to allow a tower of muscle to duck under
the lintel and enter the room. The newcomer stands just inside the 
room, blinking in the torch-light. It wears metal bracers and greaves,
as well as a breast-plate and studded black leather skirt which conceal
the gender of the creature. A huge two-handed sword is scabbarded under
the backpack. An enormous crossbow hangs on one hip, throwing axes on 
the other. Course black hair hangs to the waist, and any revealed skin
is dark, with a slight green tinge. Animal parts hang from here and there:
a grey wolf pelt on the left shoulder, a brace of rabbits from the left hand,
and an entire buck is held into place over the right shoulder with the
other hand on the large rack of antlers.

    "Dis place looks like a circus!" rattles tables throughout the room.  
     
    The Orc treads over to the bar, where it slams down the rabbits and 
drops the deer. "Cook me de haunches a' dat fer ma dinner, and ya can
keep da rest in return fer room and drinks!" it tells the whoever appears
to be the innkeep.
    After returning to the table in the middle of the room occupied by the
only other Orc present, it plops itself down, plants a heavily booted foot
on the table, and hollers out, "Wench! Gimme a bucket a' rotgut ta go
wit' ma deer!"

    "Army, eh?" it says to the other Orc. "I allas took dem for a buncha
weak-willed fellas... I prefer travellin alone, myself. But I won't judge
ya on yer looks or yer job. Whatcha doin in dese parts?"