Khrel'thull and Naer were two very large Orc warriors of the Western Badlands. The Orcs of the Badlands and the human bands had been at war for quite some time. The Orcs had the better weapons however, and took more pleasure in simply causing havoc and using the humans like cattle than in simply destroying them. Today was as good a day as any to do just that, in fact; Khrel'thull and Naer thought so anyway.
The two Orcs had brown, thick skin covered in bottled yellow and green fur, and hulked about on all fours, for the most part, almost like massive gorillas. They wore nothing, letting their long, thick cocks hang down between their legs, dangling in front of equally large balls. Naer carried a couple feet of rope for snaring humans.
Now, the two were waiting off the road, huddled in a bush. They'd been watching the village from a distance for some time, waiting for one of the humans to come out to hunt or gather. They'd been hoping for a female, but as usual, they were well protected and had little to do outside the village anyway. Instead, a man, muscular for a human but not too hulking, left the camp. So Khrel'thull and Naer took to their usual positions by the side of the road and waited.
Traujas walked through woods silently, his tomahawk held in front of him and his small wooden buckler by his side. He wore a chest plate of hardened wood and wooden bucklers on his arms. It was his turn, today, to leave the village and find berries and fruits for supper, so a bag was slung over his shoulder as well.
The humans knew the Orcs were in the woods, preying on them daily. He knew it was little more than a death sentence, or worse, to be picked for gathering duty. The Orcs weren't even the worst of his worries, in reality. There were Dragonmen, Insectids, and Centaur as well, always waiting for an opportunity to snag a new slave for their own villages. But without food, the village would starve, so Traujas did his duty and traversed the woods.
He didn't get far, though, when he heard something move in the bushes to his right. He turned, raised his tomahawk and stopped, waiting in freight for whatever might emerge. But it didn't.