Once me and my friends finished talking we started walking back to the orc tribe, the strange thing was that the camp was a lot more chaotic with loud chattering that  normally didnt echo throughout such a small village. 

I then heard the village chiefs docile voice and began to speed up trying to see what was going on, the chief wasn't very influential to the stronger orcs only having power with the weaker ones. When I managed to gradually push through I saw an enormous warg nearly twice the size of a  normal one, most wargs were between 2 - 2.5 M long and  1 - 1.5 M high. The black mane of the warg showed it wasn't your normal warg as only 2nd order warg had black, red and white manes, where as most were grays and browns or a mix of both.

When I got closer to the centre of the crowd I saw almost 200 warg riders, with over 10 on 2nd order wargs. This group of riders looked to be in a greater horde, normally in this area you wouldn't find a horde of orcs larger than 600. Hordes were when a large group of orcs chose to fight under a warchief to gain land and fight the other races of creatures. The riders in front of me must have been in a horde with over 2000 orcs with the size and strength of there riders.

When I finally got to the centre and looked at the wood stage the orc chief of are tribe stood atop there was the 7ft5 orc with enormous  muscles, a long black beard and a braid on his hair that went down to his waist stand atop the stage alongside the tribe chief. 

The tribe Chief began to speak he was much smaller than the other orc but average for most orc males at 6ft5. He began to speak about the reason for all the riders, these riders were from Black Hide horde a horde with around 3000 orcs. The orc chief then introduced the enormous orc that was standing beside him, his name Gorgrak!

Once the tribe Chief introduced Gorgrak, the enormous man took a step forward with a thunderous clap the once noisy group of orcs fell silent. Gorgrak then spoke, I am Gorgrag Rider Chief of the great Black Hide Horde, he said with a booming voice that made the tribe chief voice deaf in comparison. I am here to watch the great Hunt the young orcs of this, he looks around and scoffs, tribe will be participating in. 

The Gre gar will be changed this times, I wish to recruit new warriors for the horde and need fresh grunt. When I heard this I was surprised, this was due to the reputation the Black Hide Horde had, they were feared by orcs and other races alike meaning there must be something big about to happen for them to need new recruits.

Gorgrak continued talking and finally told us what was different this Gre Gar Hunt, there would be groups of 10 orcs this time and they wanyed us to hunt a 2nd order warbeast of the tank class, which I found kind of confusing but left it for now. They wouldn't accept any orcs into the horde unless they managed to hunt at least a 2nd order warbeast if it happened to be a tank class 2nd order warbeast then you'd get a greater reward. 

The orc chief also promised a 2nd order warg pup to the orc that contributed the most to the hunting of 2nd order tank warbeasts, lucky or not my plan for a lucky orc wasn't needed as you could participate as long as you were willing. This was good and bad as this meant that instead of 10 orc participating in the Gre Gar Hunt there could be many more meaning more competition for me, not that it was bad to have a few more orc fighting in the competition. My adrenaline was going i was ecstatic finally a good challenge for me to jump head into.

When the speech ended the enormous hulk of a orc jumped off the stage onto his enormous black warg and ride off back to the horde. There were 20 warg riders left 1 riding a red warg clearly a 2nd order warbeast. The orc was a woman and was extremely attracted she had amazing curves although her chest wasn't incredibly large, she hard crimson red hair close to the colour of the fur of the warg she was riding. She jumped off the warg and began giving orders to the other orcs, she was sadly way out my league at the moment and was probable twice my age.

As the female orc began ordering around the other orcs they started putting together a stall for the you orcs of are tribe to sign up for the Gre Gar Hunt. A large part of are tribe was made up of orc between 5 and 12 due to most leaving to join hordes after getting blooded, there were 50 unblooded orc over the age of 10 and every single one of them signed up we were orc fighting is in are blood. I stood in line talking and punching around with my to friends Nork and Arg when I finally got to the stand, there stood a beautiful crimson heard female orc.

My eyes wondered as i stood there for a second bewildered by her attractive body and face, then a fist went at my face, the orc woman punched me right in the eye and said you finished staring. I stuttered uh oh yeah sorry, when it came to orc mating most of the time the male orc had to impress the female and wait till the female went for them, this meant orc females with great strength head a lot of well pride. 

Once the little incident ended I apologise, I understood it wasn't appropriate and my father always told me I should respect orc woman or id regret it. I then Wrote my 

Name - Rogan Age - 11 and type of orc i was

Orc Type volcanic plains orc. The plains orc was the most common green orc which my father was, my mother was half volcanic and due to this I had small crack of red on my body. Volcanic orc had almost gone extinct due to there greater strength and stronger bodies they were seen as sport for other races to hunt, they had bodies as strong as 2nd order warbeast at the age of 20 and also had much more intelligent. There are now only 300 left in the tribe down south with a few dotted around other tribes. 

Once I said my orc type the female orc looked a little surprised but then flipped the page to the side trying to ignore it, probably because of me staring early female orc tend to hold a grudge and she was no exception. 

I begin walking back to my hut of a house with the bucket of water its was now midday and I needed something to eat. I get home open the  creeking door and walk inside, as I do I notice my room is more a mess than it was before and there's scruff hard to understand righting saying your dead Rogan. I ignore it for now and just head to get some food, as I ate the large meat leg of a creature my father hunted and chug the water I brought, I then put the ruff made wood bowl to the side and clean the writing on the side of the wall.

I grunted after finishing everything up, then I smile finally time for combat and warbeast training.