(Inspiration Blog) Snow Orc Concept (Part 1/2) (Patreon)

I've bene mulling over the details, and I foresee both the character and story as being self contained to its own universe rather than being part of Brighambell or my extended character cannons. 

Sexually I should say that this represents a swing to the other side of gender. I've been deeply set into the feminine side of myself for a while now, but with the seasons changing, the male parts of me are steadily turning my attention away from [women] and leading me to long after more masculine kinks. I understand that there's a healthy fanbase out there for female orcs. However for the whole of my lifetime I've always envisioned orcs as being a quintessentially male concept, tantamount to the bear subculture of homosexual men.

I first mentioned that I wanted to start this project on twitter, where I characterized this orc as being very warm and inviting in contrast to the harsh winter weather. Cosy, may be a good way to describe it. Though not in a log cabin. Someplace more spartan. A mountain cave.

Have any of you ever played Skyrim? Purge your thoughts of anything orc related from those games please, but then remember to the first time you were climbing high Hrothgar or getting lost in the snowy peaks of the map and just the perilous sense of isolation you may have felt when you realized how high up you actually were. Having grown up in near some mountains myself, that feeling of being on a narrow ledge and peering down at the valley below is actually rather nostalgic.

I'm thinking the story would follow a human. Some explorer, huntsman, soldier type character tasked with the simple job of investigating a high mountain pass. Maybe some travelers have gone missing. Maybe its uncharted territory. Either way, it would be one of those disposable medieval quests where the fate of one's own life is of no consequence to the person offering up the reward. Consider that today we know the name of many famous explorers yet we do not know these names of those crewman, soldiers, servants, or slaves that went on the journey with them. -When this human's quest is over, his name won't be written in the history books. Some kingdom's will, e.g. "In the 12th century a mountain pass was established..." and nothing more.

I start with all of that to say that the main character is strong but they aren't a pulp hero or storied warrior. They're just a man. A human.

With the weather worsening he would spend the night at last outpost. For us we might see it as an RPG starter town, but him its the last of civilization at the world's end. A very short spoken and cold place. He'll have some lodgings but they won't be good. He'll have some food and that won't be good either. Hardtack and tasteless meat. It follows that the people there wouldn't be all that friendly either. And why would they be? He's a transient who's probably going to die soon.

It is here that the human will first learn the prospect of some abominable snow man rumored to have been seen at higher altitudes. I wouldn't dwell on this point for too long though because we already know where this story is going.

The human then sets off on his journey. Mountain climbing as best as a medieval explorer could. Braving rocks and snowy peaks with no way of knowing that a blizzard will be blowing through soon. Day one he'll pitch his tent, and hear some noises. Day two he'll come across the abandoned remains of those who came before him. Is someone there? Is he being followed? Day three he'll have an accident and lose his supplies. And on day four hunger would start set in. Conditions would be looking bad. He'd think to turn back, but lo and behold he's gotten lost and doesn't know how to find his way.

Then on the fifth day, with the snowfall intensifying, and the harsh winds sapping all of his strength, the human would start feeling delirious. He would imagine a voice calling out to him through the storm. He'd imagine eyes in the dark. He'd imagine a towering behemoth would emerge from the cliff face, scaring him into drawing his sword. "Begone fowl beast." etc. And finally after a few sword swipes the behemoth would smack the sword away and raise its own lantern to its face, revealing the telltale tusks and green skin. -- An orc! A actual orc! And a blanket! …A blanket?

"Too cold. Not safe. Come with me." 💚

Picked up like a swaddled baby and carried for who knows how long, the human would be carried back to the orc's home, through a cave entrance carved straight into the rock.

My idea was then as they descend a stone staircase flanked by torches. The sound of the blizzard would get quieter and quieter as the humans own body would grow healthier and healthier. A direct and romantic side effect or orc magic. Being held by this orc literally cures him on his frost bite. Although still quite weak and cold. The orc would then lay him down onto the biggest and coziest bed the human had ever seen, where finally he can close his eyes and sleep.

With the conclusion of Part 1 we can then start enjoying the smut from Part 2