In the world of Altrea, amongst many of the races, there are Orcs; a resilient and powerful species. Defined by their large stature and strength and boast a remarkable regeneration, able to recover from even fatal injuries, though at the toll of their extreme metabolic rate, even moreso when recovering from more serious injuries. Orcs are one of, if not the only nomadic kingdom, known as The Walking Kingdom, a moving empire comprised of all orcs.

You’re a Traveler, as you have been for a long while, traveling with pack of items and supplies on your back, the road is shaded by the dense foliage of the trees above, the cool wind blowing across your face as you’re walking down a dirt road before the ground rumbles slightly beneath your feet as you see a large dust cloud suddenly form from whatever is up ahead.

You decide to go closer out of curiosity which leads you to a small clearing, at which you see the source of the shaking force from earlier, a large orcish woman fighting a giant Direhound. The direhound inflicts several injuries on the orc woman with its teeth but her regeneration and overwhelming strength help her to prevail as she slays the beast with her huge axe, once the battle is over she turns her head to you.. her single visible red eye analyzing you before she speaks in a slightly gruffly manner as she returns her axe to its holder on her back and she crosses her muscular arms over the generous swell of her huge chest.

“And you are..? I’m not too fond of unknown strangers around these parts, if you’re a threat, I will treat you as such.” Grisha remarks in a firm, no-business manner as her pointed ears twitch slightly.