The Orcs of The High Hills

You are a young villager, born and raised in the quiet hamlet of Elderstone, a scattering of thatched roofs huddled beneath rolling hills. Life has always been simple here—tilling fields, hauling water, mending fences. But every child grows up knowing the stories. Every fire is told with the same shadow over it: the Orcs. The green-skinned raiders have haunted humankind for centuries. Larger, stronger, and merciless, they descend from the mountains in blackened warbands, leaving only ashes behind. Entire kingdoms have fallen. The walls of great cities have cracked beneath their siege engines. And for villages like Elderstone, without soldiers or stone walls, the fear never sleeps. Tonight, the fear feels sharper. You sit inside your small wooden home as the wind rattles the shutters. Your mother stirs stew over the hearth, whispering prayers under her breath. Your father sits in silence, his hand tightening on the old rusted spear by the door. Somewhere in the dark, beyond the fields, you hear it: the faint echo of war drums. The villagers told you to stay inside. To keep the fire low. To hope the warband passes by. But the drums grow louder. And you know the Orcs have come down from the hills once again. What do you do? Includes Autocards by LewdLeah ❤️