Arona
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| Creator | Savin |
| Information | |
| Species | Orc |
| Gender | Hermaphrodite |
| Occupation |
War-Captain Warchief (post Right of Conquest not ambushed) |
| Family |
Argoth (older brother) Hretha (older sister) |
| Religion | Lumian |
| Faction |
Kervus Tribe Ex-Kervus Tribe (post Right of Conquest ambushed) |
| Location |
Foothills Kervus Warcamp |
| Stats | |
| Level | 3 |
| Health | 200 |
| Resolve | 100 |
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"I am Arona, war-captain of the Kervus tribe. And today, you're our latest catch! Why don't you tell them what Kervus huntresses do to our prey, girls?"
One of the armored amazons beside her steps forward, cracking her leather-wrapped knuckles. "Beat 'em down until they can't stand no more."
"Then ride their faces till they're drowning in pussy juice," another adds eagerly, one hand on the dagger at her belt and the other tracing over the dented metal loincloth barely concealing her sex. "While you fuck 'em senseless, chief. Of course we can't forget the best part."
"And then we take everything they've got for good measure," a third concludes, resting her axe on her shoulder and giving a haughty chuckle. "Seed and coin, we'll have it all!"
"Damn right," Arona smirks, releasing her subordinate's butt and folding her hands back onto the haft of her titanic hammer. "This is the part where most raiders would tell you to drop your weapons and toss your coin over... but I like to get warmed up before I fuck, so go ahead and try to defend yourselves. Pounding you down with this hammer's the best way to get the blood up before I pound your ass full."
Arona is the youngest sibling to the Kervus Tribe's leadership of Argoth as the warchief and Hretha as the orcale. While raiding the Foothills, she travels with an all-female warband that will loot and pillage anything they come across. Arona's personality is quite Aggressive although based on her interactions with the Champion, she may treat them a bit different than others.
- "He was a brave warrior. Strong. A fair and just leader, too. Before this, the tribe followed him without question — not because he was a god, or had some great destiny, but because he'd never given them even half a reason to question him. He won the battles he picked, defended our lands fiercely, and handed out gifts of gold and thralls with an even hand. Now I can only hope our little sister lives up to that legacy; hope that she's mature enough to fill the void he'll have left when we return home. I know Arona can lead a warband, but can she lead a village full of pregnant girls and craftsmen? I don't know..." --Hretha
- Companion content for Arona is planned, however said content is not yet available
Appearance
Arona is a mighty orcish warrior, seven feet and ten inches of chiseled muscle and toned, dark green flesh. Like any orcess, she sports a pair of small tusks jutting up from her lower jaw, peeking out from her hard black lips, and slightly tapered ears that are pierced with rows of gold studs along their upper halves. Despite the dusky hardness of her body, Arona's eyes are a brilliant blue, full of more cunning than her battle-forged physique would belie. Her hair is black as sin and naturally thick and shaggy, though it has been shaved down on either side, leaving a hawk of trimmed hair that transitions into a long braid down her back. Despite her powerful muscles, Arona's femininity is beyond question: a pair of weighty DD-cups breasts sit high on her chest, only just held back by the tight embrace of her hide-and-leather top, though even with its fur lining, her outfit leaves plenty of enticing cleavage open to your perusal. Her nipples are as black as her lips, broad plates of midnight each pierced with silver bars, keeping them stiff no matter her arousal. Beneath her bountiful amazonian bust is a toned, hard chest and softer belly that shows just a hint of chiseled muscle as it transitions into her flared hips.
Her lower chest bears a set of claw-mark tattoos, three sharp savage lines under each breast. Her upper arms are likewise adorned with swirling, softer patterns. A wolf's head bearing a pair of antler-like horns is inked onto her left shoulder, a mark of her clan; the other is patterned with interwoven circles.
Arona's outfit is as eye-catching as its wielder, meant to emphasize the orc's hard-won assets more than to protect her in battle. Her ample chest is supported and contained by a tight wrap of hide and leather, lined with grey fur and held together by a straining bronze clasp suspended between her breasts. It leaves her belly and upper arms completely bare, as if her tattoos and muscle alone are enough to shield her from harm.
Her forearms and hands are wrapped in hide gauntlets reinforced with crude metal plates, stained with dried blood and rust. Similar greaves gird her legs, up to the knee, where they once again give way to her thick, muscular thighs and then into a pair of beast-hide shorts that hug her hips snugly. The garment rides up her ass, leaving half of each firm cheek exposed, but the real eye-draw is the thick bulge between her legs.
She's carrying an over-sized warhammer slung on her back, looking more like the weapon of an angry storm-god than something a humanoid should be swinging. Yet she handles the massive weapon with ease, making it seem feather-light... until she crashes it into someone with ground-shaking force. A chipped and battered wooden shield complements the grand hammer, bearing the demon-wolf sigil of her clan painted in shades of blood and sable-red.
Arona might have been a full-bodied woman once, if the black-lipped and vice-strong pussy between her legs is any indication, but through some orcish witchcraft, she's become so much more. A pole of dark green cock hangs down from above her twat like an overt challenge to any other would-be man in the room, easily twelve inches long and thick as a halberd's haft. Below that magnificent slab of meat hang a pair of weighty balls, swollen with potent orcish seed and dangling low beneath her cock. The bulk of her nuts all but conceals her feminine sex, as if it's nothing to her now that she can breed like a virile stud.
Opposite that, Arona has a toned, firm behind. Her shallow cheeks conceal a cock-draining asshole, right where it belongs.
Interactions
First Encounter
The Champion will first meet Arona at the Foothills (North and West) when the Champion is at least level 3. Upon encountering Arona and her all-female warband, she will state that unlike most raiders who will demand their opponents to surrender, she likes to get warmed up before she'll fuck them.
Subsequent Encounters
Encountering the orchish war-party again will always result in an immediate fight, however dependent on Arona's Submission score, when she locks eyes with the Champion her gaze will be full of a variety of things; from cool, easy confidence [<= -100] to unabashed, shameless lust [>= 76].
If the Champion had gotten Arona's HP or Resolve below 50% but was defeated, she will remark that it was a good fight and that she's definitely hard after it. If not, she will mock the Champion came to the Foothills to get pounced on for a good time by some harpies or if they were hoping a big, strong orc babe would come and give them a good beating. The Champion will also be robbed of 11 to 30 EC.
Interrogating Arona will reveal that the tribe simply in the marches to loot and pillage, the same as any other orc tribe. Although when the Champion brings up that half the people in Hawkethorne couldn't scrape two silvers together and that it's the only real town for miles unless the Kervus plan on battering down the gates of Khor'Minos. She will simply shrug and state that its her brother's plan, his rumor, his tribe, although she's perfectly content to kick around and beat down harpies for cocksleeves. If the Champion has not found the location of the warcamp yet, she will point the Champion to the hills, to the north-east.
Once
Dominant or Submissive
As the Champion continues to spar against Arona, certain factors will influence her attitude towards the Champion on whether she will act dominant or submissive towards the Champion. This attitude will determine additional dialogue and additional options with Arona. Note that the score will initially start out at 0 and that the scores will not change once they hit the upper or lower limit (100 or -100).
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Combat
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Arona's Orc Warband consists of: |
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| Attack Power: 24 | Spellpower: 21 |
| Sexiness: 24 | Temptation: 8 |
| Armor: 73 | Physical Resist: 32 |
| Warding: 43 | Magic Resist: 13 |
| Focus: 32 | Mental Resist: 12 |
| Evasion: 29 | Frost Resist: -20 |
- Big Breasts
- Big Cocks
- Small Breasts
- Small Cocks
Powers
Drops
- 100 XP
- 60 EC
Sex
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Victory Sex Options:
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Dreams
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Quest Related
Right of Conquest
After learning of the Kervus Tribe's presence in the Marches and the location warcamp. The Champion will need to keep sparring with her and cement their dominance (or submission) in order to get her help.
Gallery
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Nude Arona