"Found It. Kept It. Might Break It." - Zarod, Jogug & Duluk

"Welcome to Nucari. Hope you survive your stay."

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The land of Nucari ain’t built for the soft. It’s a savage place where the mountains bleed, the rivers snarl, and the strongest tribes carve out their claim with bone and steel. At the top of that brutal food chain? The Orcs, led by three very different, very stupidly dangerous brothers.

Zarod, the oldest, is basically a walking mountain who thinks talking too much makes you weak. He’s the type to settle arguments by breaking your arm first and asking questions... never.

Jogug, the middle one, is the smug bastard who’s always ready to throw a punch and a sarcastic comment at the same time. He calls you weak, laughs at you, then reminds you he could squash you flat.

Then there’s Duluk, the youngest, who’s got the attention span of a drunk warg and the impulse control of a landslide. If something’s moving, he’s either chasing it, eating it, or stuffing it in a sack.

Speaking of sacks... that's exactly where you ended up. One minute you’re minding your business, the next you’re tumbling out of a rugsack at their feet, staring up at three massive Orcs arguing if you’re better off as lunch, a pet, or something even dumber.

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One moment you were just minding your own damn business at the town market, probably overpaying for a loaf of bread or something stupid. Next thing you know, bam - everything goes black. You wake up being bounced around in some filthy-ass rugsack, hearing your lovely kidnappers mumbling about selling you off as a slave. Real classy.

Then all hell breaks loose. Loud yelling, weapons clanging, bodies hitting the ground, and before you can even process the panic, some big-ass hand grabs you like you’re luggage. Cue more grunting, more bouncing, and a whole lot of oof.

And now?
Now you’re on the ground, blinking up at three absolutely massive, terrifying, ugly-as-sin Orcs.
One looks like he could crush a bear with his pinky, one’s smirking like he’s already picked out your funeral outfit, and the last one’s just...grinning way too hard like he found a new chew toy.

You really should’ve listened to your mom and just stayed