Tales of Misfits Side Story Mini: The Orc's That Wanted Mor'e

Intro: The Gods of Order and Chaos

Skip if you read the first books/Only this first one

Since the dawn of the Sentient, the world of Orion and its inhabitants have been under constant surveillance by two supreme deities. The deities split control of Orion, where one controls the uncharted skies and the other controls the fiery pits of hell. One’s rule could not bar the other’s influence on events that happen and could not take total unanimous control. They control the formation of land, spreading its water to help propagate the growth of fruits that fill Sentient bellies. Together, they decide what species are allowed to have free thought, the ability to develop skills, and allow them a means of establishing themselves through procreation. They also influenced what ailments would plague the world and what conflicts would arise from the horizon, introducing hungry beasts to force the masses to adapt.

The two Omnipotent gods are known as Rama, the Lord of Order, and Boros, the Lady of Chaos. Rama summons rain to irrigate the wild forest to bear fruit and fill its vast rivers, while Boros influences their minds to misuse their valuable resources for gain, helping create delicious wines that cloud rational thought. Rational free thinkers now drown themselves by indulging in once simple pleasures to the point of sinning. All these personal desires make the soul weak, leaving free thinkers vulnerable to no gooders and vulnerable to flesh-eating monsters created from the earth to devour them. One cannot live without the other, for if there were no bloodshed, the vast lands of Orion wouldn’t get the proper nutrients to grow its tasty fruit.

Rama is praised as the undisputed Lord of the Sentient races, the one who you pray for guidance, wisdom, glory, and a good harvest. In the earlier times, the free thinkers questioned the existence of a truly omnipotent being, discarding their skepticism once he sent his soothsayers down from his coven. The soothsayers were born to resemble any of the Sentient races’ women, with the only difference being their eyes. Their eyes were purple, like dulled amethyst jewels, resembling the gaze of the unseeing, yet their vision was not obscured in the slightest.

The soothsayers brought knowledge for many eons, teaching the races about agriculture, construction, and civics. Their knowledge seemed otherworldly; without the help they provided, the races would still be primitive, slinging rocks and succumbing to common diseases. Their mythical powers were nothing to scoff at. They could construct temples graced by their Lord that supplied them with powers similar to the omnipotence of their master. With the blessings of the Lord, a single soothsayer could heal mortal wounds instantaneously and soothe the souls of those who had lost their way.

The world itself didn’t need proof to know that the Lady of Chaos was real; her actions spoke louder than words. In the beginning, the land was populated by species that survived on roots, berries, vegetables, and mushrooms. In that span of time, the land was peaceful but advancement was stagnant; there was no need to dream or create. That’s when the Lady created the Lyconians, a ferocious race of wolf-kin that spawned from her malice. They could only consume meat and often wandered the uncharted forest, starvation causing the devouring of others. It didn’t take long for the strongest of them to come across villages of herbivorous races.

It was a bloodbath; villages were wiped off the map as a means of satiating the large number of Lyconians. With the looming threat of an enemy that grew stronger from their fallen, the races had to adapt, crafting slings and crude bows to manage population control. Now the herbivores knew the conflict of war, which many concluded was the reasoning behind the Lady’s actions. Yet Rama had other plans for the Lyconians. Some of the wolf-kin found that they didn’t enjoy the bloodshed or the constant pleas of those they understood. Slowly but surely, Rama restructured their bodies to be able to handle other forms of sustenance. Their diets were now of the omnivorous variety. To help facilitate the demand for food for Boros’ carnivores, Rama sprawled the land with an abundance of non-sentient animals. The need for bloodshed was still prevalent, but at least there wouldn’t be wars fueled by hunger.

Boros didn’t like that her hounds were converted into docile versions of themselves. A portion of the Lyconian population no longer required a carnivorous diet with the discovery of protein-packed crops, as their hunger was finally curbed. Yet for some, the taste for flesh was too intoxicating to relinquish, but at least the Sentient races could now see Lyconians as neighbors. The Lyconian community was divided; one side spat on the generosity of their Lord, continuing to act upon their savage hunger as they saw fit. It was a form of domestic taming as the docile Lyconians bred, slowly evolving into a new race of hounds: the Infenrials.

The birth of Infenrials was the last straw for the Lady. A majority of her own creations, now tamed by the Lord of Order, served under him and his people. To combat the evolution of the Sentient races, Boros spawned new races to combat those who upheld order; one such race was the Pantheamata, a race consisting of warriors with feline features. With each new arrival came a moment of time when the fighting stopped and new subspecies emerged. Wars and peace were cycles for the gods, with the last bringing about a sentient race known as humans. The elder races feared these humans, for they were the first race to have knowledge akin to that of the soothsayers; many encountered claimed that they came from other worlds.

At the point when humans arrived, the lands were in an ever-teetering scale of chaos and order. Boros’ recent project was the creation of hybrid animals, ones that came without sentient thought and followed only instinct that harbored in their blood. She experimented by creating creatures that were bigger, while also combining feline and avian features in some and using black magic to reanimate the dead to become ravenous husks in others. The soothsayers called Boros’ highly anticipated creations monsters. They couldn’t thrive with anything other than their race, killing for territory and food while having no dreams or aspirations . The two gods’ constant entanglements were the identity of the world of Orion, where peace and war were an everyday occurrence.

Introduction: The Life of an Orc

“Hello, Reader. It is I: Shadowman. Coming to you live from Orion.” Shadowman grins with his mouth filled with primordial light, sitting on his red velvet throne. He summons his viewing cloud in the cosmos, observing his favorite Sentients: The Misfits.

“Todays tale is different: No monsters, no demons, and no future development.” Shadowman quickly cycles through the Misfits, getting glimpses of their actions. Paval and Juno flicked their rabbit ears in irritation; the full-blooded Centalopes denied Juno services. Lin leads W’alters gang on a hunt, fighting some slavers. Calconus and Tulee are far away from the others; Tulee puts her hands on a tree while Calconus shows her love.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to see that.” Shadowman winks at the reader, continuing the search. He stops at a campfire: three orcs drinking, an old rhea waiting next to the bard, a bored halfborn vulpis.

“There we go—ignore the last scene, children—that wasn’t for you.” Shadowman zooms in, letting the scene play as he returns to the reader.

“I already sent my plant over; waiting for the tale to be told, grab some popcorn. Let’s hear the story of the Orcs that wanted Mor.

*Wink*

Chapter 1: Orcin Taka/ The Orc’s Tale

A sweet melody played around the campfire, while the Shopkeeper tapped his foot on the ground. Raila didn’t have anything else to do but watch Mor, Gardener, and Sickleye drink and play cards.

“Full house, boys.” Sickleye gloated

* Roar *

Gardener yells in frustration, having Sickleye laugh. Mor turns to Raila, resorting to play with her ears, pointing them in different directions. Mor smiles, tapping the girl on her back.

“A long night, Youngblood Raila?”

“Uncle Mor, I’m bored.” The Orcs laughed at her honesty, yet there was another player within the circle.

“Ah! I’m tired of hearing ugly orcs play their games! Venus! Where is my goddess? I wish to savor her flavor once more!” The Shopkeeper yelled, amusing Sickleye, disgusting Ribly.

“Youngblood Juno should be coming back? I wonder what’s taking her and Youngblood Paval so long?” Mor rubs his chin; Gardener taps his shoulder.

“We are numb to new, brother. Many Sentients still harbor prejudices against halfborns here.”

“They should just let Calconus mate with their females. Those little rabbits can afford to make halfborn warriors.” Sickleye praised his favorite, making Mor and Gardener sigh.

“He is infertile, brother. Besides, he and Tulee have become really close.”

“Don’t forget Lin has taken Youngblood Delson as a mate; we will have strong warriors from the killer rabbit of Mor.”

“I’m so bored! I want to train with Delson and O’Kiki!” Raila exploded, making Sickleye laugh.

“Yes! A fine warrior, little Raila, will become.”

“How is your sword, Yennify, feeling, Raila?” Mor asked, having Raila struggle to pick it up.

“It’s too heavy.” Raila pouted.

“Don’t worry, warrior Raila; you will slay enemies with that blade.”

* Howl *

The campfire stops after hearing Tulee howl, making them confused; Ribly chuckles.

“Tulee is howling at the moon, but it’s not full?”

“I assure you, Mor, Tulee is very full indeed.” Ribly said with a woman’s intuition, confusing the orcs more; Raila as well.

“Is Tulee hungry?” Raila asked, making Ribly sweat nervously.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

Raila droops her ears, pouting from the lack of stimulation. Mor smiles at the girl, coming up with an idea.

“Looks like youngblood Raila’s desires are a story?”

“A story!” Raila wags her tail.

“I guess I’ll have to hear it; I just need to wait for my goddess to arrive.

~That’s right, you old bastard—do your job!~

The orcs look at each other, giving a unanimous nod.

“I guess we should tell a story we tell every youngblood.”

“Really!”

“Why not? We told Tulee and Lin when they were children; we did it to Dimona and Simoan as well.”

“I’ll keep it friendly, but this is a tale of an orc that wanted more.”

~Raila is going to get the child version; you lot are going to get some rape here and there. Orcs don’t grow on trees. You were warned. It’s still the tale of misfits~

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Chapter 2: Mat Cava/ Incubation Cave

M Narration: The life of an Orc is not peaceful; we grow from a dark and gloomy place.

The young blood remembers crying after feeling the cave’s cold wind touch. The sounds of screaming women echoed off the walls, with bones crunching from brothers. The whelp opens his eyes, seeing cages and pleading souls. The Orcs had their way with all women of any race, forcing them to bear their children. The broken ones had another use, becoming food in this stench-filled cave.

Narration: It’s eat or be eaten.

Raila: Just like regular Orion?

SE Narration: Yes, but we made young warriors in the cave.

The whelp turns to see his mother, her eyes hollow and smelling like her feces. The whelp grew uncomfortable with the noise and the smell, beginning to cry.

M Narration: I remember that I cried when I was a whelp.

Raila: You cried? I thought you never cried uncle, Mor?

M Narration: Of course I cried; it’s natural for whelps like us to have a tear fall.

SE Narration: Not when you’re weak.

The whelp hears the cage bang loudly, causing him to flinch and fall over. An elder brother snarls at him, making the whelp tremble.

“Guess this whelp is a weakling? The mother can’t make warriors.”

The elder orc said, having two orcs open the cage. They push the whelp onto the floor, making him watch in horror. His mother didn’t scream while the orcs consumed her flesh. The elder orc gets into the whelp’s face, laughing at its weakness.

“Your name is Taka now, whelp, just a tail hiding behind a warrior.”

The elder orc said, leaving the cage open to accept a new warrior out of the cave.

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Chapter 3: Ork Calla/ Strong Warrior

G Narration: I never enjoyed the next verse

Ribly: Should I play a soothing tune?

G Narration: Agreed.

~Ribly playing a soothing tune~

M Narration: It takes an Orc two weeks to become a warrior; my initiation was brutal.

The elder brother punches Taka into the dirt, letting his blood coat the floor. Master-Crusher watches his son Eagle-eye cave in Taka’s skull, nodding in amusement. Brothers cheered, loving the sight of a weak brother knowing his place. Taka tries to fight back, Eagle-eye bashes his head with both his hands.

Taka spits out blood after the chief stops the fight.

M Narration: I was considered weak; brother Eagle-eye had me pinned.

SE: Beaten.

G Narration: Agreed.

M Narration: I thought my father was going to spare me---I was wrong.

Master-Crusher looms over Taka, about to deliver the final blow.

“Stop—father.”

Master-Crusher looks up at his Orcaltitan son, his second in command: Skull-Crusher.

“ This whelp is weak! Why save him, son?”

“More brothers in arms are better than culling the weak.”

“I guess you’re right. Hear that, whelp! Prove to me that you’re worth carrying my genes!”

M Narration: Brother Skull-Crusher spared my life; I still don’t know why he did it.

G Narration: Agreed.

Taka breathes heavily, yet he was thankful to the Orcaltitan.

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*Woman Screams *

M Narration: Father spared me, bringing me to battle and plunder.

Skull-Crusher leads the orc army, picking up adventurers and eating them alive. Eagle-eye laughs while the male adventurers and the local militia fail to beat him. He crushes their skulls and splits them in two. A woman gets dragged back to camp, starting the cycle all over again. Orcs prefer female adventurers; their genes should make strong warriors.

Taka walks around uninterested, blocking an attack, then crushing an enemy with a sigh. He walks away from the main line, watching a woman get dragged.

“No! Help me!”

Taka ignores the future incubator, continuing his jaded march. Another male launches an attack; Taka crushes his bones. The orc then saw a weird elf closing a rock behind her, making Taka blink in confusion.

M Narration: When the brothers raided, I found a secret passageway.

Taka looks around—many corpses, but no brothers. He jogs toward the rock, sliding it open and entering, covering the entrance.

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M Narration: Taka followed the passage down, revealing a library underground.

Taka looks around with awe for the first time at a place that looks tidy and untouched by brothers. He heard a woman humming, locking eyes with a strange elf.

M Narration: That’s when I met Florine.

SE: Mor’s wife.

M Narration: Friend.

SE: The only elf willing to fall in love with an orc.

Raila: Do you have a wife, Uncle Mor?

Ribly: I’m also interested.

Shopkeeper: I’m interested in Venus!

G Narration: She is still around, yet when we meet, she needs Mor to stay for a couple of months.

M Narration:…..Anyway.

“Oh, please, Mr. Orc, spare me.” Florine rolls on the table, exposing Taka to her rear, shaking it in his view. Taka looks at her with confusion; many females scream at the thought of bedding an orc, yet this one.

* Grunt *

Taka tilts his head as Florine adjusts her glasses.

“Anyway, no! I can’t be defiled by an orc—no.” Florine looks back at the confused orc, sighing.

“Come on, buddy. I don’t have all day.” She said in frustration.

“Me—no understand?”

“Oh, you can talk—well then.” Florine heads toward a bookshelf, pulling out a tome from another world. Taka gasped at the picture; an elf being violated by an orc.

“This is such a good read; the positions are so hot! Anyway, when are you going to do it?”

M Narration: This was the first time I had ever met a Misfit of Sentient life.

Florine learned quickly that Taka wasn’t going to incubate her, making her sigh. She found another outlet, realizing that she could train an orc.

M Narration: Florine taught me how to speak, how to read, and how to think.

“OMG Florine, you are a genius! Once this orc knows how to do the husband task, then he could finally #(!$!@$#@$!)&)!#&))$#!&)&!@&(!@$#)!#)$!)*)$&*!@)*$!@)!* and get me pregnant. Ah!” Florine squirms in her fantasies; Taka wishes he didn’t know how to talk.

~Sorry reader—apparently, showing the implications of rape is better than whatever this elf said~

M Narration: Our father took over the settlement, letting me sneak back down every night to see Florine.

SE: Your wife.

G Narration: It was rather stinky in her library—when I could fit.

Shopkeeper: I wish to smell the fart of my queen!

Ribly:…….

M Narration: It took me three years to learn all I could from Florine and the books she lent me, as we finally sat at a table as equals.

“Heres some tea, Florine.” Taka slips the elf a cup of fragrant tea. She gives it a sniff, smiling at his efforts. She takes a sip, moaning in satisfaction.

“Oh, your hot stuff hits my tummy right!”

“Florine, focus.”

They both chuckled at the awkward wording, while Taka sipped his cup. Taka looked around, surprised by the library’s power.

M Narration: Florine made a pact with a demon. She was meant to be a bookkeeper for his library for a very long time.

Ribly: Wait, the magical library of greed?

M Narration: Yes, exactly.

Ribly:……..

SE: That’s why Florine is hungry for Mor’s

G Narration: Brother, child?

SE Narration: Company

“So how’s the outside world doing?”

“More raids and more slaves, nothing new.”

“Ah, Orion. Never seems to amaze me. With all these books in the library, even a monkey could travel to space.”

“What’s a monkey?”

“You know what Wolves and Lyconians are Monkeys and Humans are the same.”

Ribly: Tulee likes monkeys.

Raila: I like monkeys too!

“So—are progenitor species?”

“Exactly.”

“Fascinating.”

“Ah—I have books of those, too.”

“Where?”

“Over there.”

Taka makes a mental note not to touch those books.

“So, what are you planning to do with your knowledge, Taka?”

Taka hesitates at her question, stopping him from sipping his tea.

“I---I don’t know.”

Florine sighs at his conflict, looking at him with boredom.

“You have knowledge that kings of Orion would kill for. Why stay a grunt for a warlord?”

“I never.”

“Look, Taka-Taka, why settle for being a man’s doormat while you can be more?”

“Mor?”

Florine hears him say the word, laughing at his pronunciation.

“It has an ‘e’ in it.”

“It doesn’t in the orc language?”

“How do you know that? I thought your clan was nothing but brutes.”

“We still have to write messages to far-away brothers to organize attacks.”

“Well—why not be Mor?”

“To be Mor.”

Taka resonates with the word, keeping Florine’s words to heart.

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Chapter 4: Toma/ Agreed.

M Narration: One day after I came back from Florine’s door, I found myself within Skull-Crusher’s domain.

G Narration: I saw one minute of nothing, then poof.

Skull-Crush looks at Taka in a field of flowers with the eyes of a scornful warrior. Taka trembles, yet sees his eldest brother sitting next to a stone. He realizes what it is: a makeshift grave.

“Why have you come into my domain?”

“Oh—sorry, brother, for interrupting your day next to a grave.”

“A grave?” Skull-Crusher tilted his head, whetting Taka’s need to explain.

“A grave is a place where you bury loved ones.”

“Loved ones?”

“Yes, loved ones, like brothers—.”

“Mother?” Skull-Crusher tilted his head, his words making Taka confused.

“You buried your mother here?” Taka asked a question, leaving Skull-Crusher silent for a while.

“Mother turned into beautiful flowers.” Skull-Crusher said, having Taka open his eyes from the field.

“You bury Sentients?”

“Yes, once I bury Sentients, pretty flowers grow.”

“You think they’re pretty?”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll eat you.” Skull-Crusher said, having Taka wave his hands.

G Narration: I meant it.

SE Narration: Saw him do it to many brothers.

Raila: Are you going to eat me?

G Narration: Of course not, you are my little honeydew.

Ribly: Aww.

“Don’t worry, brother, other brothers don’t like me very much.”

“You’re the one that talks funny?”

“Yes, I’m the one who talks funny.” The brothers laugh together, opening a discussion for Taka.

“So, who was your mother?”

“Mother was a Centalope mage, one small and cute. Father ravaged her until she was no more, leaving her broken.” Skull-Crusher looked visibly saddened.

“Just like my mother.”

“Destroyed?”

“Eaten.”

“Well, that’s good.” Skull-Crusher nods. Taka laughs because it’s just the orcin way.

“You loved your mother?”

“Mother was beautiful, like a lin flower. She wore blue clothes that complemented her beauty, then she was no more.”

Raila: Just like Lin!

G Narration: Finding her made me happy.

“I wouldn’t say that, brother.”

“Why?”

“Look at her now, still showing her beauty.” Taka told Skull-Crusher, mind-blown by his brother’s observation.

“You weird brother.”

“Sorry.”

“No, I like that.”

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M Narration: After that unlikely interaction, Skull-Crusher and I started to talk out in the open.

“Centalope tasted funny.”

“How so?”

“Too much gas, pop like a balloon?”

“The right analogy.”

The brothers laughed, having the rest look at him with shock: Eagle-eye with anger.

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Se Narration: It baffles me. A low warrior with the chief’s second in command. Back then, I was fueled with rage and inadequacy. So I did what any son does when another is acting strange.

M Narration: He tattled

SE Narration: I informed our father.

Eagle-eye entered his father’s throne room, accompanied by his three best sons. Master-Crusher snarls with disinterest.

“What is it, Eagle-eye?” Master-Crusher grabs a severed female leg, eating it out of boredom.

“It’s the second in command.”

* Roar *

SE narration: I told our father that Skull-Crusher is being swayed by Taka’s false ways, calling me weak for not handling it myself.

“We are set to raid the south elven port to cement my rule of the Triangle! Here you are complaining like a Sentient! Fix the problem yourself, or there will be consequences!

Eagle-eye broke into a nervous sweat, looking towards his sons.

“Understood, father.”

“If you manage to defeat Skull-Crusher, then you will inherit his name.”

SE Narration: Father gave me the rite of passage I so desperately wanted. If I rose to be the second in command, my warriors would have access to resources.

Eagle-eye smiles with hope, for he will have access to the woman. His boys could be the dominant lineage, culling the rest.

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Chapter five: Bradock/ Brothers

M Narration: I remember it like it was yesterday. Teaching Skull-Crusher about gardening tricks. How to use feces and water to make his plants grow.

“You’re saying I can make more beautiful flowers?”

“Of course, brother. You just need to nurture your field, then it will grow deeper into the forest.”

Taka waves his hand out to the trees, making Skull-Crusher follow with awe. They both pause, seeing Eagle-eye with his faction. Taka hesitates while Skull-Crusher roars.

“Speak! Why have you invaded my domain!?”

“Hush, traitor, you have no reason to complain.”

“Tell him, father!”

“Father?” Taka rubs his cheek, never hearing another orc call anyone under Master-Crusher father.

“Yes, my best men are my boys. Enough power to cull traitors.”

“I never betrayed Father. I did what he told me to do.”

“Leave my domain, or you will be eaten!”

Eagle-eye squats down to the flowers, chuckling at an ugly thought.

“What—these flowers?”

Eagle-eye steps on the flowers, making his sons laugh. Taka breaks into a nervous sweat. Skull-Crusher roars his final warning, banging his chest. Eagle-eye smiles, huffing with adrenaline.

“Keep your distance from Skull-Crusher; aim for his legs and topple him over.” Eagle-eye told his sons, having them look at Taka.

“What about the strange Orc?”

“I’ll handle the blight.”

Eagle-eye burst into speed; his sons headed to deal with Skull-Crusher. Eagle-eye was not an orthodox Orc, being born from a rhea, giving him speed and agility.

Piff: That big sonavu’bitch is made from a Rhea!

Nib: Her whole must be the diaphragm of a fist.

SE: Ah, Piff and Nib, sit down and have a drink.

Piff: Aw, shit * Pours *

Taka dodges the quick jab, having enough power to knock his block off. Taka keeps dodging the quick jabs, leading Eagle-eye out of the field. Taka trips, having Eagle-eye hit in the ribs, chest, and face. Taka grunts, launching through the trees.

Piff: Fucking brutal!

Gardener:……

Piff: Oh---sorry, boss.

Taka rolls on his back, trying to recover. Eagle-eye was already preparing a kick to the ribs. Taka grits his teeth, grappling his foot, pulling him down as he rises. Taka swirls Eagle-eye around, breaking the trees around him. He launches Eagle-eye away, yet Eagle-eye zooms back face to face.

Eagle-eye overwhelms Taka, letting him block soft blows rather than going for weighty blows when open. Taka spits out blood, the air claps with each jab.

Lin: Really puts into perspective how strong an angry orc is.

Delson: Sounds like an anime battle!

O’Kiki:……

G Narration: Ah, Lin flower. Where is your crew?

Lin: Cashing the reward, celebrating a victory at a tavern.

SE: Lin! Come here and hear me kick Mor’s ass!

Lin: Alright, come Delson, I need my hot stud as a pillow.

Delson: * Blushes *

M Narration: Come sit next to me O’Kiki, you’re always welcome.

Taka grits his teeth, yet he is bigger than Eagle-eye; grabbing him and charging. Taka crashes Eagle-eye into twenty trees, everyone making the older orc grunt. After the last, Taka swirls Eagle-eye by the leg, slamming him on the floor.

Eagle-eye recovered quickly, tripping Taka and charging a high crushing kick. Taka rolls away, the ground explodes into dust. Eagle-eye prepares to finish Taka, then an Orc fills with incredible speed. Gardener was throwing Eagle-eye’s sons back at him, slamming him through more trees. The Attack crushes bones, making Eagle-eye spit blood.

Lin: The old Gardener trick of using Sentients as a weapon.

G Narration: Agreed.

Skull-Crusher sides with Taka, heavily breathing from defending himself.

“Are you alright, brother?”

“Thanks, brother, you saved me.”

SE Narration: Mor has never proven to be stronger than me.

M Narration: I don’t think I’ll ever need to.

SE: Ha, always a softy, brother! Guess that’s why Florine keeps you as a booty call!

Piff, Nib, and Lin laugh.

Piff: Who’s Florine?

Ribly: A dimension-hopping elf within the Library of Greed.

Piff: Well….. Okay?

Shopkeeper: You, brod! Tell me where Venus is!

Nib: Get your hands off me, you old breath of air!

Eagle-eye looks at his sons, battered and defeated, making him snarl. Taka and Skull-Crusher loom over him, making him huff.

“Take your kin and begone!”

Eagle clicks his tongue, picking his sons up, and hobbles away.

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“You failed your mission!” Master-Crusher stomps on Eagle-eye’s head, having his sons watch in horror. Eagle-eye was used to it, taking each blow. His brothers mocked him, enjoying his punishment.

“Can’t even cull traitors with his back up.”

“It proves that Eagle-eye is weak!”

“Father---forgive me.” Eagle-eye said with hollow eyes, making Master-Crusher laugh at his weakness. Yet that’s not what else he notices; seeing his lineage trembling in his savagery. Eagle-eye notices he stops, walking past him.

“No, Father, please!” He reaches away, getting slashed in his eye, forever scarring him. Eagle-eye lies on the floor, watching his father’s actions.

“Looks like your weakness runs deeper, especially with your kin.” Master-Crusher grabs one of his sons, crushing his skull effortlessly.

“No, father, stop! Show mercy!”

“Mercy!” Master-Crusher yells while decapitating the next with a kick. His last son tries to crawl away, being craned by Master-Crusher’s palm. Eagle-eye watches as his last son thrashes around, watching him in tears. Master-Crusher laughs at his weakness, seeing him reach toward his son.

“Father, help me.”

* Crush *

* Plop *

Master-Crusher plops his body on the floor, having Eagle-eye roar in grief. Master-Crusher walks past him, refusing to acknowledge him. Eagle-eye’s tears turn into fury, trembling in vengeance.

“Leave my throne, not worthy to kill.”

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Chapter 6: Batler Roar/Battle Cry

“I will not fight your battles, father.” Taka stands in the middle of his brothers, of his father. Skull-Crusher trembles from the side, staring at his father.

“You will follow or die.” Master-Crusher said calmly, bored of this conversation.

“Then I choose death.”

“The weak choose death, knowing the point was one not worthy.”

“Father.”

“Silence! How dare you speak after this betrayal, Skull-Crusher! I gave you my name, my side, then you side with this whelp.”

Skull-Crusher remains silent, having his father rise from his throne. He was a bit taller than all Orcs, dropping his war-cap.

“You know why I haven’t evolved into an Orcaltitan, Whelp?”

Master-Crusher looks down at Taka, having him break into a nervous sweat.

“I love spreading my strong seed into screaming Sentients. I love conquest, I love death and destruction! I might not be an Orcaltitan, but I assure you that having Skull-Crusher by your side won’t save you from me.”

Taka and Skull-Crusher look around, knowing that this was the end of diplomacy. They had to be ready for a fight, yet they hear footsteps. They were surprised, seeing Eagle-eye walk into the traitor circle.

“Brother?”

“Ha, ha, ha! This useless orc thinks he’s brave! I guess you finally became worthy of killing!?”

“I can say the same to you, father.”

Lin: Totally badass.

SE: Thank you---I try.

Eagle-eye tosses Taka a hardy club, while he swirls his twin sickles. Their former brothers arm themselves, Skull-Crusher roars. Master-Crusher falls to their level, crushing the dirt beneath him. His orcs walk slowly, licking their lips from the large amount of meat.

Taka and Skull-Crusher aimed for their brothers, holding them back while Eagle-eye walks towards Master-Crusher.

“Ready to die---?”

Eagle-eye closes the distance, having Master-Crusher surprised, yet he dodges. He flips over, pulling his sword and shield from their displays. He charges at Eagle-eye, meeting his blows with each strike. They both handle themselves effortlessly, swirling to build momentum, like a sawblade.

Taka ducks and smashes, holding his own with knowledge and leverage. Orcs climb Skull-Crusher, as he picks one up and launches them to the ground.

Master-Crusher swirls his blade with four quick slashes, swirling around to build momentum. Eagle-eye parries the attacks, guiding them for openings, slicing minor cuts into his father. Master-Crusher smiles, for he was still bigger than him. He charges his shield at him, launching him into the crowd, sheathing his blades into his former brothers, bouncing back.

Delson: How are you explaining it? You fight like Calconus?

SE Narration: That’s why he’s my favorite warrior.

Lin: Where is he, anyway?

Ribly: Having a lover’s duet under the moonlight.

Piff: Lucky bastard.

Nib: What was that!

Eagle-eye continues to whittle down his father, getting a nasty cut on his stomach. Master-Crusher roars in pain, having the other orcs stop. The Orcs aim their blades at Eagle-eye, without him flinching, staring in anger. Master-Crush stops them, observing his tired sons.

“Go.”

“You think I won’t take the blades to kill you?”

“You three are outnumbered by my army. Sooner or later, you’ll die.” Master-Crusher looks up at Eagle-eye, finally showing his worth. Skull-Crusher still had an orc in his hands, slamming him down into paste. Taka looks in surprise, for this was the chance he needed.

“Take my concolation.” Master-Crusher told him, having him drop his blades. The orcs did as well. Eagle-eye storms off, having both his brothers follow him.

Juno: It can’t be!

Paval: Howler, the Lyconian warrior, ends Master-Crushers life in Raveport, exploiting his slashed belly to gut him!

Juno: The Crusher lineage gets wiped out with a mix of cannon-fire and magecraft!

Sickleye: Hey! Can’t I finish the story without spoilers!?

Juno and Paval: Sorry

Mor: I think that sums up what happened later; after we left, we discarded our names: Mor, Sickleye, and Gardener.

The Misfits surrounded the Orcs, as their tale was finished.

Raila: Wow, you three have that much lore!

Lin: Who taught you that word?

Raila: He, he.

Paval: Master-Crusher was known as the second coming of the demon king. He killed countless Sentients and destroyed a majority of Raveport, opening it up to pirate rule.

Juno: I’m more blown away that the three Orc brothers came from the most fierce orc of all time; he was literally a calamity.

Lin: Guess that checks out. These guys are walking calamities.

The Misfits laugh, while the Shopkeeper launches his body at Juno.

Juno: No!

Shopkeeper: Oh Venus, how long you left me with no grain to eat, no underwear to steep into tea!

Juno: So that’s what you did to my underwear! You disgusting pig!

Shopkeeper: Yes, Venus, berate me more!

Juno: Just take my letter, gold, and leave, you crusty bastard!

The Misfits laugh, Piff passing booze out of his nostrils, even making O’Kiki laugh. Juno looks around, wondering where Tulee and Calconus are.

Juno: Where are Tulee and Calconus

Creed: I think I heard them humping up the mountain like they were making hay babies or something.

Creed walks past her with a crate of rum, making her blush with resentment.

Lin: Think you can join them?

Juno blushes and thumps her foot, pouting and turning in their direction.

Juno: They’ll get a piece of me.

Lin: Oh, most certainly.

Shopkeeper: Venus! Come back!

Juno: Deliver my letters like I pay you to do!

Mor looks around the campfire, smiling as the small pup hops and laughs. He looks up at his brothers, having the same sentiment.

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Mor walks up the hill with a bottle of wine, waiting for a certain door to appear. The dark night shines with little, revealing a door out of nowhere. The door opens, revealing a certain promiscuous elf. She wore a coat over her lingerie, rubbing her back on the door frame.

“This nasty elf needs a strong orc to fill her cauldron with all her witch brews.”

“How about we drink and read a tome together, then finish off the night?” Mor said with a double meaning, making Florine laugh, waving her finger for him to enter. Mor enters the room, having it closed and saying occupied.

“So how’s the real world?”

“Got some new members, really extending the family.”

“Anyone you think should have the keys to the library?

“There is a certain white rabbit in mind.”

“Is she seducing my big boy!?”

“Don’t worry, I have a Friend that never disappoints.”

“Gods, just let me sit on your face!”

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The Shopkeeper Rhea rides back in complete silence, looking around for any Misfits.

“The coast is clear.”

The old rhea flips his robe around, turning into a handsome raven-haired man while pushing back his hair. He sees two female adventurers with his red eyes, giving them a wink. They blush and start gossiping that the human male is cute.

“My god, he’s so hot.”

“He also looks put together.”

“He can put me together anytime.”

~Greed, did you hear the orc’s tale?~

“Yes shadow-man, I have the memory; sending it your way.”

The Shopkeeper, known as Greed, swirls his eyes, having parasites fight within; sending the information.

~Excellent work, old chap. The previous demon-lords’ aids really are something~

“I’m always loyal to my master. Serving him and you fulfills me completely.”

~Yeah right, as a greater demon calling himself Greed; the only reason you favor our faction is liberty.~

“Having Osma as the Herald really dampens my food source; the anguish of Sentients drowning in debt fills me. I don’t need death when I already have a buffet.”

~How’s the previous demon-king doing?~

“John’s having another babe with his hot Centalope wife, I heard he paid off his mortgage.”

~That’s nice. Champagne for everyone.~

“I’ll bring the whole council if you’re buying.”

~Anyway, how is the demon Queen candidate doing?~

“She has unlocked her power; still a fledgling though. The Tyrant is secured for her rule, yet I don’t know where her Leviathan is?”

~Don’t worry, it will come for its master eventually; now we wait for the seed to grow.~

“We can’t have Osma bring his daughter to rule; he plans to destroy our way of life.”

~Always greedy tells the end, huh?~

“This life is too good for some hero-complex to ruin it; hope the omens hero can act fast.”

~Soon Greed, I’ll keep in touch; say hi to the other six.~

“As you wish, Master Shadowman.”

Greed vanishes into thin air, leaving the setting quiet.