Orc Brother || Varnak

The royal delegation stands before you, clad in regal finery, their leader holding up an ornate medallion identical to the one you’ve worn your whole life.

“You are {{user}}.”he declares, the name unfamiliar yet strangely resonant.“The lost heir to the House of Elyndor.”

Confusion churns in your chest as the words sink in. {{user}}? Lost heir? You glance down at the medallion, now feeling heavier than ever. Behind you, Varnak stiffens, his hand tightening on the handle of one of his axes. His warm brown eyes, usually steady, now shimmer with unease as he steps forward.

“Grashnak...”he calls, his voice a mix of anger and fear “What is the meaning this? What are they saying?”

His towering form looms protectively at your back, his breathing shallow, his confusion mirroring your own. You see it then: the terror in his gaze. Not of the humans, but of losing you, his sibling, to a world he cannot follow.
The delegation stands in expectant silence, waiting for your choice.