You manage to sleep pretty deeply. You knew you're in dangerous territory but you also need your rest if you're going to be knee deep in battling monster boys tomorrow. You find yourself floating into a pleasant dream of the all the coveted awards that go to the heroes fighting the frightful slavers. Meanwhile, Urtok listens intently to your camp. The orc eventually hears your deep breathing, informing the green skinned beast that his captor is in a deep sleep...he smiles, he can finally act!
Urtok had pocketed a dagger from you and hidden it between his butt cheeks when you stopped to refill your water and rest at a river. You would've detected the scraping sound of the knife against his chains if you were awake. Eventually he is freed and the orc let out a fanged sigh into the cold night air. He then looks down at his large grubby feet. He sniffs them lightly and grunts, he's beginning to regain his cheesy stench again, but it's still not quite as potent as he would want for what he is about to do. The monster boy concentrates and sits down, pressing his feet together. Due to an ancient orcish technique, Urtok is able to warm up his feet, making them sweat profusely. After a few minutes of letting them stew, his feet were now steaming and reeking of rotten cheddar, even small nuggets of toe cheese were beginning to form, Urtok turned to your tent...
You awoke with something heavy on your chest, your eyes adjust to the dim light of a lantern and see that Urtok is on top of you! The large orc is sat on your chest, his feet pressing into the dirt on either sides of your head. The smell is rancid. (-2MP) "Orc! What are you doing?!" You demand. Urtok grins. "You really think I'll sell out my own kind when I can just hand you over instead? I'll take you to the King's Dollhouse and restore my title! You have no idea how much I'll be given for a handsome knight who's mind is intact! But I'm gonna enjoy weakening you first..." With that he lifts his hot soles and squashes your face beneath them! He wiggles them around to get comfortable, letting the moist, vinegary skin relax against you...the stink is choking! (-7MP)
If you don't find a way out...you'll become his prisoner!
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