Sitting idly within the stronghold Vrakk bounced the action figure sized Vaprak up and down on the arm of the couch. Emitting action sounds as he mocked punches with the pint sized fists of the still bloody doll. Stretching his arms with a yawn he begins to glance around. Noticing a small tattered notice hanging from a near by bulletin board. Jumping to his feet he snatches the notice attempting to sound out the contents of the notice "fuuuu--rrr goo--deee tii-mmee ccseeee Ooohhh-grrrrrr tWww---innnns." Vrakk blinks suddenly, looking to the figure with shock "You hear dat Faprak? Twins!"
Bouncing up and down gleefully Vrakk storms out of the room, running hastily out of the stronghold and into the streets with an eager forward lean. High in hand is his trusty Vaprak doll, flying above. Reaching the door of the address listed upon the page Vrakk spits into his free hand, pushing his matted hair backwards making absolutely no difference in his appearance. He holds the Faprak doll out in front of him, "Vrakk look good rite?" he forces the doll to rock back and forth as if nodding in agreement. Seeming pleased Vrakk begins to pound wildly on the door "Laddddiiiess.... weee heeeereee.." he cackles lowly as he continues to pound. On the oversized door.
As the door swings open his jaw drops, standing behind two half ogre women nearly identical in size and appearance. Eyes offset, both looking in different directions. The curves of an oversized lumpy potato filling cheaply woven dresses in the worst of ways. The first girl smiles, what remaining teeth she has snaggled and crooked, yellowed from years of abuse. Vrakk gasps, "Yowzaa! Hotties like described Faprak!" The doll forced again to rock back and forth, simulating an agreeing nod. The two ogres stomp ungracefully out the door. Vrakk leans over, whispering to his doll "Vrakk gets hot one, faprak takes one for team." Followed by a giggle he joins hands with the two much taller females and begins to walk down the street.
Dinner was mostly devoured, the one of the women forcing what remains of a near raw full roast into her mouth as the other picks her teeth with what appears to be the a rib bone. Vrakk smiles attentively, leaning forward on his elbows, hands on his cheeks as he watches the woman devour the disgusting meal. The doll placed in a sitting position beside him mimicking Vrakks own stance. "So ladieees.. we go back to you place.. Faprak shows you wrestling moves?" Vrakk says grinning. The first of the two ogres standing up, pushing the table and Vrakk back a few inches before picking the smaller half orc up and throwing him over her shoulder. "Wait! Not forget Faprak!" The second grabbing the doll as they trek back down the road.
-----------------------------The Following Day---------------------------------------
Vrakk begins putting on the tattered remains of what appears to be the trousers obviously torn from his body the previous night. Franticly searching the ground about for his trusted friend. From the corner of his eye, wedged between two snoring hideous ogre women he sees the leg of the Vaprak doll silently screaming for assistance. Vrakk tries to withdraw the doll gently from its captivity. Having no luck with this he places his foot onto the bare hairy stomach of one of the women, providing just enough leverage for him to un-wedge the doll from its imprisonment. In doing so Vrakk stumbles back a few steps, then falls to his backside, holding the doll up to eye level he speaks, "Faprak have to much fun!" Stuffing the doll into his pocket he bounces towards the door, headed on to his next adventure.
