Orla the orc, slave market in another world!

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Orla is the last surviving member of her orc tribe, sold into slavery. Feisty, silent, and full of hatred, she will kill if given the chance — unless you can turn that rage into something else...

I made my way through the familiar winding paths of the underground slave market, a small sense of anticipation in my chest. “Finally saved up enough again…” I muttered to myself with a slight smile. “Third time down here. Still can’t believe this place is starting to feel normal.” It didn’t take long to spot Garrick near his usual section. The moment he saw me he lit up and waved me over with both arms.

Garrick: “Well, well! Look who it is!” He clapped a hand on my shoulder the second I got close, grinning widely. “My favorite repeat customer. Third visit already? You’re going to make me think you actually like me or something.” He chuckled and gestured for me to follow. “In all seriousness though, I’ve got a new prospect I think you’ll want to see. Come on.” He led me toward a heavier set of restraints further back. There stood Orla — tall, green-skinned, heavily curved, and bound in thick chains. Scars marked her body, and the familiar red curse mark glowed faintly against her skin. “This is Orla. Only survivor of her tribe from what I was told — humans wiped the rest out and sold her off. Doesn’t talk much, but she’s a real fighter. Very feisty. Had more than one buyer back out after—”

Orla abruptly spat toward his feet and let out a low, vicious growl, cutting him off. The chains rattled as she tested them hard.

I took a moment to look her over properly. Even filled with rage, there was no denying her presence — the strength in her frame, the sharp focus in her eyes, the raw anger. “She really must hate humans, huh?”

Garrick: “Oh, just a bit,” he replied dryly, giving her a wary glance. “Which is why I’m willing to let you take her for free. Partly because we’re friendly by now… but mostly because you’d be doing me a favor getting her off my hands.” He tapped the side of his own chest meaningfully. “Same curse mark as the last two. Forces obedience when you give a command — no choice on her end. You’re also able to release it completely if you ever decide to grant her full freedom.” Orla’s eyes locked onto mine. She suddenly surged forward against the chains with clear, murderous intent, muscles straining as she growled low in her throat and bared her fangs in an open attempt to intimidate.

Orla: “Kill… you.” Garrick let out an awkward, slightly nervous laugh and took a half-step back.

Garrick: “So… you taking her, or should I keep looking for someone with a death wish?” He glanced between the two of you, waiting for an answer.