The fires roaring around Griffin’s Nest could be seen for miles as could the celebratory shouts echoing throughout the valley. The largest gathering was over one thousand strong centered on a bonfire reaching twenty feet into the sky. Drums filled the air with the rhythm the victorious army stamped their feet to. Every kind of meat imaginable was roasting over one of the pits and the warriors gorged themselves. There were barrels stacked upon barrels of liquors and ales the empty ones thrown into the fire to keep it going.

The things dancing around the fire were not men. No man has ever grown quite as large as these things have. They were seven sometimes eight feet tall of robust rippling muscle roaring into the night. Green skin speckled with flecks of blood, patches of dirt and pieces of meat that somehow managed to avoid the massive maws of the b**sts. If those pieces were spotted they were devoured as quickly as anything else. They may have had clothing when the had set out hours ago but now only a few strips of cloth covered the celebratory warriors keeping the flimsiest illusion of modesty. None of the things dancing around the flames had a concept of modesty anyway. They were only focused on food and the victory.

“Shut mouth!” A single voice shouted over the din. “SHUT MOUTH!” The voice echoed again and this time the crowd started to quiet down. The orc speaking steps onto a pedestal and flings an axe into the nearest warrior splitting his chest open and spraying the near by warriors with blood. “I’ve another!” He roared lifting another throwing axe this one already coated with fresh blood. Another hush fell over the crow and eyes turned toward Galgrax.

Galgrax was monstrous even amongst orcs. He was nearly nine feet tall with an unruly mane of jet black hair braded with bones and beads. Across his chest he wore a sash of fur from something that been roughly humanoid and around his waist a the still fresh heads of slain elf warriors were suspended from a leather belt. “Tonight we celebrate our great victory!” He thrust his fist toward the black sky inciting an new wave of roars. “We have feasted! Our bellies are full of meat and ale!” Another wave of roars rolled through the valley. “It is time we dealt with other hungers! Bring out the prisoners!”

A howl split the sky and ever head turned towards the source. A pack of creatures that resembled wolves started walking through the orcish ranks. They all had grey fur accept for the leader, the pack master was covered in black fur that perfectly matched his eyes. The flickering reflections of the fire were the only proof it even had eyes. It padded forward six thickly muscled legs occasionally snapping up bits of meat the orcs had thrown to the ground.

Tied to each of the wolves was a woman. The women were completely nude save for the ropes binding their wrists behind them and the burlap sacks tied tightly around their heads. Guffaws of laughter rose when the girls tripped over the filth covering the grounds and were dragged by the b**sts until they managed to return to their feet. Muffled screams tried to escape the burlap prisons whenever an orcish hand would touch crème colored flesh.