For the love of Kraukugula, will this female creature stop pouncing on us and allow us a moment to gather our thoughts and regain control of our legs?
We are not dead.We are simply struggling to move our bodies.That is all.
She has already tried to peel off our faces with her bare hands, tickled us with that strange device she wields, and then sprayed a potion in our faces that sent us into a sort of coma.
While we lay unmoored, she continued to engage in further skirmishes, calling us overgrown drunk ogres too.
Does she not see our lack of enjoyment in being grounded, our heads weighing twice as much?
What kind of witch is she?What sorcery does she possess?What does she want from us?
With great effort, we open our eyes and rise to our feet.Why is the ground not behaving as it should?More importantly, why is the terrain white and soft?
I glance at the orcs beside me—my fellow bloodlords, friends I have grown up with and trained alongside as warriors.We are all silently asking the same questions: Where are we?Who is this female?None of us can answer either question.
Did we imagine her?Yet her scent, which seems to have penetrated our very skin, continues to meddle with our thoughts even now.
She smelled like olaughh.But while her fragrance was sweet and soft, she moved with the litheness and grace of the zinlynx, a rare four-legged fur species of the mountains, but with the mindset of a rhath, the prickly beast that thinks its tail is its foe and will chase its own appendage in a futile race.
Still, in the brief moments we observed her, we couldn't take our eyes off her while she sought to plant her foot in our faces.Where had that unnecessary violence come from?
Did she not understand how tiny and fragile she was compared to us?Her spirit certainly did not.
But clearly, we were equally affected at the first sight of the female, with her lustrous hair cascading down her back in disarray, her piercing dark eyes, and her full, soft lips that somehow made us feel even more intoxicated.
Are we indeed just drunk?Is she merely a figment of our imagination since she doesn't seem to exist now?
Perhaps it is nothing, and we have simply consumed enough barrels of fusro to plunge us into a drunken stupor and, to make matters worse, taken a swim in the cursed hallucinogenic waters of the Gon.
She was an apparition, but where have our inebriated thoughts taken us?
Our surroundings are strange.We are not in Kraukug.If only our heads would stop pounding against our skulls, we might be able to evaluate the situation.
It is clear we are in some sort of sleeping quarters, but as FNRECI sits on what looks like a bed, he slides right off onto the ground.What is that slippery fabric?How can anyone sleep in a bed dressed that way?Why does it feel like the skin of the female from our hallucinations?
Just as the pounding in our heads settles and our legs regain some strength, she reappears in the archway of a doorway.Did we conjure her up again?
This time, she is carrying a keg that sloshes with what appears to be water.Very cold water.Is her plan to drown us?
"Oh, thank god you're awake," she says, setting the keg on the ground, then averting her gaze from our bodies to our faces before she begins scurrying about.
It doesn't help that our blood collectively rushes to our cocks, hardening at the sight of her just moments before she looks away.
"I thought I was going to have to drown you first," she mutters.Why does this little sprite insist on killing us?"We don't have much time," she adds, tossing clothes and boots at us.Vestments of Kraukug.What is going on?"Please put your clothes on.I really don't want to see your monster dicks anymore."
"You mean our monster-sized dicks?"LBCAE chuckles as we don our clothes.
"What?"she asks, confused, then sighs and rolls her eyes."We have to leave right now," she continues with urgency.When we remain still after getting fully dressed, she adds, "I'm on the verge of dying here.Why are you just standing there?"
"You are real?"I ask.
It dawns on us that she is speaking English, which makes her human.
"I should be the one asking if you're real, buster, not the other way around."
"Are we on Erthry?"FNRECI asks.
"Yes, Earth.And you shouldn't be here.But you are, so now you have to take me to this Jasmine person right away.She needs to fix this darn thing on my arm."
