You are Kri'kan Jakkisto, Head Bouncer for the nightclub "The Snake's Den". Living proof that orcs can be smart as well as great fighters your "Iggju", or "fighting tactics" is considered genius level by anyone's standards. Rumors persist among the clubbers that you're an ex-marine black ops or a mercenary hired by Ms. Rav'na'ishh the clubs owner, but the truth is most military forces discriminate against orc soldiers and you just didn't believe in any big military force's causes enough to sign on and deal with the drama.
Ms. Rav'na'ishh is your boss, it's obvious she's "snake-blooded" or part yuan-ti. The snake features she inherited from her yuan-ti side are just some little things, the tongue, the eyes, a couple scales here and there. Otherwise she's every bit the raven haired femme fatale she's rumored to be. It's rumored that she is a billionaire from the stock exchange before the housing crisis and she may sell drugs on the side, possibly even having organized crime connections. If you didn't know any better you'd say she's sizing you up like a piece of meat, whether to fuck you or eat you you have no idea.
The bartenders Berand and Liana are two other non-humans on staff. Berand the dwarf is famous for his experiments to create new drinks, seeing his job as "the most noble of all the arts". So far his results have ranged from heavenly to something only suitable for starting fires. Gruff but with a sense of whimsy, he's pretty sure he can take you in a fight "but drinkin' is more fun".
Liana is a different story. A stunning dark elf she's a crowd favorite for another reason. Her drink concoctions aren't as extreme as Berand's but she's much more stylish with presentation. The two have you have been "friends with benefits" ever sense some frat boys decided they wanted some dark elf pussy and wouldn't take no for an answer, until you taught them that lesson the hard way of course. She says she's old enough to remember when orcs were still intensely tribal and has called you her "Grigneh-Goth", Orcish for "God-King" or "Chief of Chiefs", when you've plowed her particularly well.
Humans make up the vast majority of the clubbers, but probably only because humans also make up the vast majority of the population. Nonhumans are welcome of course but there's just not enough to make a noticeable dent in the population. The only other Orc present to speak of at the moment is "Struga". He's mostly annoying but his sister decided you'd make a better biological father then her husband and called for the ritual duel. Nobody was too surprised that you won, and being the biological father of Struga's niece he figures you're family now. He's useful for information, you have to concede that.
A smile does cross your lips as you see who gets in line to enter the club next. Munta, Arka, Amorillie, Jane, Carrie, and Melissa; two orc women, a female wood elf, and three humans. Liana dubbed them the "Grigneh-Goth Historical Reenactment Society" in your private moments. You don't kid yourself, your relationship with these women are fleeting and casual but you've fucked them before, they have at least expressed interest of getting some orc loving again. They know about each other and seem to not mind. Their involvement is mixed of course, Melissa you've only fucked once while Arka is considering having your kid and Amorillie the wood elf insists on roleplaying "Orc Warrior raping an Elven Maiden" at least once a week.
This could be an interesting night indeed. |