Take note that in this story: orc=ogre
Side Story - The Remorse of a Sinful Ogre
Sentience is the capacity to feel, perceive, or experience subjectively. In that sense, we ogres and orcs are not sentient. We don't perceive or experience subjectively. We all see it the same way, as a step closer to sex. We have no conscience, in differentiating what is right and wrong. We always did it for our own sick pleasure, regardless of whether it was right or wrong. It was the truth why we were so despised. We held no regard for the lives of others when it was in our very nature to pursue our sick and twisted vices.
I was once like that. Once. I couldn't exactly remember how I grew a conscience. But I do remember when. I was on a raid, like usual. We were walking down the road, on our way to pillage a village. I was with a pack of ogres, accompanied by goblins and other beasts were also moving. Our faces were absolutely contorted in scary grins and stares of lust. We were absolutely excited to pillage and rape the women of the following village.
But of course, we were ambushed. The local militia had attempted to lay a surprise attack on us. I heard shouts of women and men as they rolled down rocks on us and shot arrows at us.
"Fire!" a woman commanded, sending a rain of fire on the monsters.
The monsters took cover from the arrows, seeking to preserve their lives. One ogre hides behind a tree, before looking up and seeing a trap. A rock falls on his face and he gets knocked out.
Of course, I could remember very little of the fight since I was one of the early casualties. But when I woke up, I felt different. I was confused, frightened, lonely. I sat up from my resting place, hoping to find my orcish brethren, but what I saw no one. But what I saw, was a bloodbath. The battlefield was littered with the bodies of ogres, goblins, beastmen. There were also bodies of men and elves littered across the battlefield. It seemed that my people have won, as there was no sign of the commanders anywhere. But I felt curious, a feeling I never felt before. I searched the battlefield for anything of interest. I went into the shrubbery and stumbled upon an elven commander, a female one. She was stripped naked, with semen covering her whole body. She seemed to be barely hanging on, as there were still faint pants emerging from her mouth, which also had dripping semen pouring out. I wagered that she was captured and raped, before they left her for dead.
I saw her, her body was very desirable, with the classic big hips and large breasts. But I didn't have a desire to violate her vulnerable body, I felt a sinking feeling of... pity, horror, remorse. The lustful desire I have acted on so many times was overshadowed by my conscience, screaming at me to help the poor lady. I wanted to the feeling to go away, so I acted on my pity and picked her up. I looked in the general direction of the carnage, to see smoke in the distance. I carried the woman all the way to the village. The place had already been in flames, but it seemed that the humans and elves barely won. I saw exhausted soldiers stare at me in fear as they saw me at the edge of town. They tried to take up defensive positions as I approached the town.
Barely within reach of the soldier's spears, an elven child pushed her way through the soldiers, teary-eyed and dirty, asking me.
"What do you want from us?" The child asked fearfully, on the verge of crying.
I didn't know what to answer, I just had their elven commander in my arms. I slowly put down the elf commander, causing the other soldiers to rush to her aid. I crouched down to the child and said.
"I want to return what belongs to you."
Of course, they were all shocked. An orc? Talking? These people had not seen an ogre that could communicate and in all fairness, neither have I. In a single day, I became a being that was self-aware with a working conscience.
After that, I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I had gone back on my path to Olga's castle. On the way I met my commander, together with some more monsters, marching towards the village I had save. The commander himself was less than thrilled to know what I had done.
"ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED OR SOMETHING YOU STUPID ORC!?" The commander barked at the ogre. "That elven commander looked so delicious and you just returned her to her people!?"
I had nothing to say to that, as I felt disgusted by what this man was insinuating.
"You're useless to us!" The commander growled while drawing his sword and swiping it at the ogre.
Of course, I stopped his arm. I was tired of hearing him speak. Did I always tolerate this man as my commander?
"GAAAH! What are you doing!? When Volt hears about this he'll–" The man blathered annoyingly.
"Shut up." I said.
Of course, speaking out against my superior had shocked both the commander and his subordinates, whose surprise had slowly turned into fear.
"Y-You can speak?"
"Yes, and I can hear you loud and clear. And frankly..." The ogre said before grasping the man's head with his head. "I'm tired of hearing it."
I closed my palm, crushing the man's head into a bloody pulp. The other mercenaries were frightened as they stood back. I looked to my orcish brethren and all the other monsters. I remembered every act we did together. Not with enjoyment but with disgust. The women we raped, the men we murdered. It was because of our primal drive to pursue our twisted desires. It angered me to know that this was in our nature, to cause the suffering of women. Well I say no more. NO MORE.
I went into a crazed frenzy, tackling other orcs and pinning them down. I grabbed the goblins and squeezed the life out of them. I stomped on the humans and other smaller monsters. I took out my axe and plunged it into one ogre before repeatedly hacking another. I was going absolutely insane as I killed every mercenary and monster in sight. As soon as the soil was stained red with my slaughter, I sat down and took a breather.
I have already defined my route. I didn't want to be another orc who raped women all his life. I had the freedom of choice now and goddamn it, I'm going to use it well. I looked in the sky to see another huge smoke come from another town. I realized that my purpose was now right the wrongs my kind have caused. I am obligated to help the humans, elves and Beastpeople. Because I want to undo the wrongs I have done in the past. And now, with my god-given sentience, I will see peace for all.
And that's how it started. Tales of me would arise. Tales of how a strange orc will come and save towns on the verge of pillaging. Tales of how an ogre would deliver women safely without violating them. Yes, that was me, all me. I often left a trail of fire in my rage, so people had taken to calling me Vulcan.
As an orc, I didn't have a name, so I liked the name they gave me. I began to use that name, because it was the first name I heard.
But I didn't want people to stop fearing orcs and ogres, quite the opposite. Their fear fueled their hatred, and hatred would see this beasts dead. I even had this conversation with one of the women I rescued.
"Not all orcs are bad!" The girl cheerily remarked while eating the cake baked for her.
"No, they're all bad." The ogre said while spinning the meat over the fire.
"But how about you? You're not so bad!"
"No, you don't understand. It is in an orc's very nature to be lustful and murderous. I fear that one day, I will devolve back into the rape monster I was. But until that day comes, I won't stop until every orc and monster lays dead."
"B-But don't you want people to stop hating you?"
"People have every right to hate me and my kind. We get the reputation we deserve, and as soon as they all die, I'll be joining them."
"You're not like them!" The girl protested. "You're better!"
"The next generation shouldn't see what has terrorized their ancestors. I firmly believe that we should be forgotten, so that the suffering we have caused will be forgotten and people will move on."
"No! You're the nicest orc ever, Vulcan! I won't let you die!" The young women said indignantly while hugging the orc.
I never really took her words to heart. As soon as I brought her back to her kingdom, she insisted on coming back with me, but god knows I won't let humans get so close to me. But everything went downhill from there. I got word that the Black Dogs had taken Fiore when a traitor bombed the gate and allowed troops to pour in. Disgusting. It seemed that some humans had no regard for their fellowmen. Then Ken fell, then Geofu, then Radu, then Ansur. While I was doing my best to save as many as I could, I am but one man–er, ogre. Soon the task was too daunting and all I could do was protect, but even that was still difficult.
Then I received word that all the armies would converge on Thore, and that's when I knew that defending the kingdoms was a lost cause. Dragundaala won't let me anywhere near it and no one is generous enough to lend me a boat ride to warn the Far East. It seemed that my goal of saving the kingdoms was shot down, but my goal of saving humanity and elvenkind was still fresh.
So my solution? Protect the last bastion of hope for humans and elves, a refugee camp not too far from Thore. Where the other surviving Beastpeople, humans and elves were staying. But it still needed work. I still needed it to be easier to defend. The pathway was still large enough for a whole army to walk through. Then it hit me.
I should build a wall.
The Ogre went to work as he carried boulders and rocks of different sizes. He began to stack the rocks together while adding wood and other materials to strengthen it.
It will be the greatest wall.
Some days pass, and the wall is already much taller, even taller than the orc is himself as he began to use improvised ladders and stairs to continue building.
And Volt and the Black Dogs...
The ogre began to hang skeletons and monster parts, he pasted in the men in between the rocks, using them as tar to hold the wall together. It was a gory sight, but enjoyable for those who despised the Black Dogs.
Will pay for it all.
The ogre painted the wall with the blood of the Black Dogs mercenaries, putting up giant letters that said.
KEEP OUT!
An ogre sat idly on his chair, in his makeshift hut outside the borders of his wall. It had been a few days since the invasion of Thore, and he awaited some news. A maid came in saying.
"Master Vulcan! The people want to leave!"
"Why? It's much safer here." Vulcan said while standing up.
"Another kingdom has taken Thore and declared war on the Black Dogs! It has announced its liberation of Eostia!"
"How good are they?"
"They rescued the sex slaves and gave them fair treatment!" The maid replied.
"Well..." Vulcan said smiling. "It looks like this land still has hope after all!"
"Where are you going master?"
"To Thore, I want to see the exact nature of these liberators and see if Eostia is in better hands." Vulcan said before exiting his hut.
Inspired by the #NotAllOrcs movement
Side Story - A One Knight Stand
Arend and Chinatsu entered the walls of another settlement, to see a crowded district of people. There were taller buildings and more people, but more or less looked the same as the last town.
"So this is another town of Shenkitaiyo?" Arend said while looking left and right, seeing the larger buildings.
"Yes, the capital is still quite far and we will have to spend the night here." Chinatsu said while surveying the buildings. "I have about 200 Mon with me right now."
"Mon?"
"The currency of Shenkitaiyo." Chinatsu replied.
"So how much can that get us?" Arend asked.
"Unfortunately, the inns here charge about 3000 Mon per room per night!" Chinatsu said with disappointment. "We will have to find another way.
"Well, actually... I found quite a few of those lying around when I was scavenging our enemies and..." Arend said while bringing out a pouch. "I counted 1300 Mon!"
"What!? Why didn't you tell me!" Chinatsu chided.
"I didn't know when you wanted to hear it so I kept silent about it!"
"Wait!" Arend said while bringing out a scroll. "Let me use this translator text to find something here!"
Chinatsu tilted her head in confusion while she watched Arend run off. She then saw him ask a bystander, before he ran to a certain building. Chinatsu saw that it was a love inn, an inn commonly used for one-night stands with prostitutes. She sees him go inside and runs after him. He likely didn't know what he was getting into. She angrily stomps over to Arend, who was talking with the receptionist
"Arend! What are you doing!? This isn't the time!"
"Good news! They accept lodging for 1500 Mon, cheaper than a normal inn!"
"But this is a love inn! Where men engage in sex with prostitutes!"
"Yes! That's the plan!" Arend replied.
"Is he a pervert?" Chinatsu thought with disgust. "Wait, is he planning to seduce me?"
"Here's the logic, love inns are cheaper than normal inns because the true expense lies in paying for the whore. So this love inn should make a good temporary shelter for us!"
"B-But..."
"Or do you want to camp with all the beetles again?" Arend asked with a deadpan.
"Fine!" Chinatsu fumed while turning to the clerk. "Watashitachi no ryōhō no tame no heya o shite kudasai!" (A room for the both of us please!)
"Mochiron!" The female clerk replied while handing the key to Chinatsu. (Of course!)
"I'll go use the privy." Arend said while going outside.
As soon as Arend was out of earshot, the receptionist whispered to Chinatsu.
"Omocha ya kusuri ga hitsuyōnara watashi ni shirasete kudasai!" The clerk whispered mischievously. "Kawari ni, kare ga dono yō ni nete iru no ka oshietekudasai!"
(If you need any toys and drugs let me know! In exchange, tell me how he is in bed!)
This caused Chinatsu to blush deeply and shake her head in denial. She walked away with a huff, waiting for Arend. Arend returns shortly and asked.
"So where's our room?"
"Here." Chinatsu coldly replied, using the key to unlock the door, opening it to a small room.
The small room only had a small table for drinking, together with a tea set. There was a very provocative painting on the wall, which made both of them feel uncomfortable. They then saw that there was only one bad that could barely fit two people. There was also a dressing room for those who wanted to have their privacy. This situation was becoming even more awkward for the both of them. Arend removes the painting and begins to make adjustments to the room, just in time for evening. Arend and Chinatsu get ready to sleep. Chinatsu goes into the dressing room for awhile, before walking out in a yukata. Arend was still in his armor, so Chinatsu couldn't see his reaction.
"Is he staring? Is this too casual for him?" Chinatsu thought before shaking her head. "Wait! This isn't a one night stand, why am I so nervous?"
"Zzzzz... Hmm? Oh you're done dressing up?" Arend asked.
"HE WAS ASLEEP!?"
"Okay, I'll go ahead now." Arend said while going inside the dressing room, with the clank of metal, making it quite noisy.
Chinatsu sat in bed while thinking a bit. This was her first time escorting someone. She knew of the tradition of the Nobushi or Wild Warrior was to escort whomever defeated them in a duel, to the Emperor, but she never thought she'd meet someone who would beat her in a duel. It was much harder than actually dueling people. She then hears the door as she sees Arend in trousers, but shirtless. His body was well-toned, his muscles suitable for combat. Chinatsu would have stared if it weren't for the fact that Arend immediately put on his tunic.
"Hey! I'm here you know!" Chinatsu complained.
"Oh? Sorry, the dressing room is a bit cramped with my armor inside."
"Just tell me if you're gonna do that!" Chinatsu huffed and blushed while pouting.
Arend then sat on the floor and leaned his back against the wall. Chinatsu tried to sleep but she felt too afluttered to sleep, she was squirming and moving her body while tossing and turning. It seemed that having Arend in the room was making her restless. She couldn't sleep, she sat up and stared at Arend, who was amused at it.
"You scared that I might try and seduce you?" Arend joked. "I see you're quite inexperienced."
"Hey! Don't blame me for being a virgin, it's the Emperor's–"
"I didn't mean that as an insult, we're both virgins here, so don't get so ruffled."
Chinatsu huffed and crossed her arms.
"Well, it's only natural! You were the one who wanted the love inn!"
"Well don't get so worried. As part of my oath as a Teutonic Knight, I am bound to be chaste and pure. I respect the oath and I will not break it."
"But you chose a love inn, so I thought–"
"That's just me being pragmatic. I've stayed in love inns before for cheaper prices, so this is no different."
"You've been staying in love inns!? I thought that you couldn't have sex!"
"Yes, and I didn't. I didn't give in to the temptation of screwing a whore, so I stayed pure."
"So you have no ulterior motives?" Chinatsu asked. "You chose this place out of pure pragmatism."
"Yes, you are correct."
"And you won't do anything tonight?" Chinatsu asked.
"Of course." Arend replied.
"Promise?"
"Knight's honor." Arend said while putting his hand on his chest, before dropping his head and dozing off.
Chinatsu then turned and laid over her side, facing away from Arend. She was huffing, and pouting, but her face was fully red. She begins to mutter to herself.
"Stupid priest! Making a mess of my feelings like that... I hope we get to the emperor soon, because I can't think properly when I'm around this man!"
Little did Chinatsu know, that the thought of doing it was making her a little wet.
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