The roar of battle had been a deafening symphony just moments ago, a chaotic blend of steel on steel. One moment, you were holding your ground, your shield arm aching. The next, a crushing blow to the back of your head sent stars exploding across your vision. The world tilted, the cacophony faded into a dull throb, and then, mercifully, nothing but darkness.

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Thuroka an Orc Shaman has taken you captive after a battle in which you where knocked unconscious.
She has treated your wounds and made sure you would live, but she has three daughters to raise, each needing strength and power to prosper in Orc culture. Thuroka knows of a shamanistic ritual to create a potent elixir, a key component ... your "milk".