Orcs Just Wanna Have Fun

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It was an unforgiving Winter, probably one of the worst they had ever had in quite some time. Jasper was gathering fire wood, Aurelius hunting for food, and Carnelian was simply watching camp. Yep, just sitting on his tough orc ass, sighing out of boredom.

“Come on Caaaarn, you know you’re the best guy for thiiiiis.” Jasper whined and batted his lashes.

“I mean, who’s going to try and attack and steal from an orc?” Aurelius added, arms crossed against her chest with a grin on her face.

The trio had been pals for years now, practically grew up together. Aurelius was a simple wood elf; her kind were pro scavengers and hunters, they inhabited the thick, twisting woods and knew their way around like the back of their hand.

Jasper was, the goofball human. Who was all about quality. Knew when something was fake or fortune and where to find the best of the best. And since it was cold as heck, he knew which woods would last the longest despite the cold and wetness of the snow.

That just left Carnelian. The brute. The tough guy. The ‘don’t mess with me or I’ll rip out your throat’ guy. When in fact, he was the biggest softy and push over out of the them all. Big mean guy exterior with a heart of gold. He was always up front on the battle field and taking all the heavy hits while the archer Aurelius took out any sneaky grunts and Jasper the mage, made sure to boost their skills and defence and simply support or heal them; as well as take a great portion of health from groups of enemies at a time.

“Fine.” He simply scoffed. Then muttered “not like I had a choice anyway.” Pouting his murky green lips like a child as the others were already gone the moment he agreed.

“Thanks see ya!” Jasper called out from a distance as they both ran off.

That left Carnelian sitting on a big boulder, groaning and sighing out of boredom. “I almost want someone to try and rob me..”