///Rogar at the bar (((player.biggestTitSize() >= 2) && flags[kFLAGS.ROGAR_WARNING] == 1)). Modifying for some old fashioned unwilling drunken sex, because being gay is not okay! outputText("Ro'gar the orc is here drinking again, but as you catch his eye, a pained expression flashes across his face as he looks over your form. It's clear he doesn't relish the prospect of talking to you right now, but knowing him, he's too polite to say so. The wind spills from your sails and your icebreaker slips from your mind - answering him with a simple glance of resignation is the most you can manage. He gives you a weak smile and returns to his drink."); //Edit Ro'gar the orc is here drinking again, but as you catch his eye, a pained expression flashes across his face as he looks over your form. It's clear he doesn't relish the prospect of talking to you right now, but knowing him, he's too polite to say so. [Flirt] [Chat] [Leave] /Leave. tooltip "Let him be for now." With only a light, casual exchange, you leave the burly man to himself. Ro'gar gives you a weak smile and returns to his drink. {return bar menu} /Chat. tooltip "Break the ice and relax a little." Undeterred by his visible discomfort, you come up beside the burly man and strike up light conversation. In short order, Ro'gar eases his tensions and reciprocates in kind. [if (ischild) {[say: Are you sure yer allowed in here, or a'ya older than you look?] the orc says with a laugh before shifting awkwardly in his seat. Under his breath, he mutters, [say: Just hope I don't get any suspicious glances fer being friendly.]|[say: Didn't hafta check up on me,] the orc says with a jovial tone. [say: But it's nice 'memberin I gotta friend thinkin' of me!]}] After some brief but pleasant small talk, you part ways. {probably return bar or city menu, but it'd be a little weird if you can then turn back and talk more} /Flirt. Tooltip "You're rather attracted to the large, strong man here." It goes without saying that a tall and well-built man is able to get you interested, but his visible trepidation implies a direct approach may come on too strong. Nevertheless, when you shift from initial small-talk to something even lightly erotic, the [if (metric) {over two meters|seven-ish feet}] of muscle noticeably shrinks away from you. Ro'gar coughs awkwardly. [say: I'm not real interested, lass.] He slumps slightly, looking down, but then returns his gaze to you. [say: I-it's not somethin' wrong wit ya--I mean, not something about who ya are, just [b:what] ya are. I...] The orc trails off a bit while his eyes shift as if to look for words. [say: I'm into men.] [Drop It] [Trick Him] /Drop it. Tooltip "No sense pushing it." There's little to gain pressing the issue harder, so you relent and accept that you don't match his physical desires. Ro'gar releases a long breath, letting the tension slip away as you take his words well. You two do get on well enough as casual friends, if nothing else. /Trick him. Tooltip "He'll give you that dick one way or another." Req corruption. Dunno how much. 50? 66? Not more than the 2/3rds mark though, it's just rape Far be it for you to try and have your way with someone that doesn't want it, or at least as far as Ro'gar believes after you've settled his worries and returned to more casual discussion. Rolling ideas around in your mind, you consider trying to get him drunk, however his considerable mass would make it a daunting cost in time and money. You adjust your posture and lean closer to the orc for the seductive approach, near enough to smell the beer on his breath as he prattles on. [say: The boys at the gym--ah ha ha--they know no one bests an orc!] Ro'gar boasts. He quiets down as he looks into your [eyes]. His nerves amp up in light of your sultry gaze, and he's quick to suppress it by downing the rest of his drink. [say: Another,] he says to the bartender. [say: [Name], you're a little close.] You sweep away his remark and praise his speaking ability; you've been enthralled by his positive attitude and lighthearted stories. Though he seems unsure, the orc takes hold of his next drink and gulps down a swig before resuming the conversation. Perhaps your wiles alone will have him drunk at no cost to yourself. It certainly serves him right for brushing you off just because you aren't [if (masculine) {his idea of }]a man. And the satisfaction you get seeing the mountain of muscle squirm with anxiety over your charms is delicious too. Over the course of the chat, your efforts get more brazen the drunker Ro'gar becomes, and the time passes quicker than you expected. The slurring man leans on [i:you] for a change, closing in with the mightiest scent of beer yet. [say: Hafta stop here or 'm never gettin' t'work tomorrow. Gotta... lay pipe er somethin'...] Before risking getting crushed by the big oaf, you get up and drag him off his stool, explaining that a good friend isn't going to let him pass out at a bar. Ro'gar lets out a delighted laugh and gives you a playful slap on the back. [say: Yer a pal!] [Next] Despite his guidance, you manage to find his apartment. Even with all his strength and stature, they provide him what you can only assume is just as much as any contributing member of the city gets, but it seems comfortable enough as you help Ro'gar stumble into his bed. The orc rolls onto his back and spreads his limbs to unwind before looking up to see you "unwinding" as well. [say: What are ya doin'?] he asks. You make no effort to suppress the desire on your face as you eye him up. [if (isnaked) {I|Little by little you begin to strip yourself of your coverings; i}]f he can't tell what's about to happen by [if (hasCock) {your flagrant erection[if (multicock) {s}]|[if (hasVagina) {the glistening of your lower lips|your actions}]}], he's even drunker than you thought. [say: I-I gotta get ta sleep,] he says nervously while you crawl onto the mattress. The contours of his muscles feel tantalizingly defined beneath your digits, begging to be exposed from beneath Ro'gar's modest clothing. [say: Hey stop! Don't go yankin' me bare,] he protests in vain. The fabric is easily removed. His hot, olive-green flesh is incredibly firm, yet soft, and you caress it with complete glee over having this chiseled man in your grasp, melting at your skillful massage. Though he twitches and squirms, his shorts become taut with the pressure of his cock engorging with arousal. [if (player.mf) {He doesn't know what a real man is to have rejected you|He isn't gay. No man is after they've experienced what you can do}]. Reveling in your triumph, you slide his shorts down and grip the thick, masculine meat with almost a degree of awe before lunging in for a kiss. The orc moans, despite himself. [say: Just stop, [name], git off, I...] Rather than waiting for him to remember whatever else he wanted to say, you emphasize his burgeoning erection to him. [say: It's just 'cause yer touchin' me and stuff, it ain't a choice.] You open your mouth and engulf a portion of the mast, demonstrating his body's need for you as the act draws out yet another moan. The taste is vaguely oily, and the soft ridge of his glans seems to cling to your throat as if to plug it. Deeper it goes, his [if (silly) {schlong|shaft}] soon reaching its furthest point. The wriggling of your [tongue] makes Ro'gar shudder with pleasure, but you won't be spending the whole night impressing him with your oral capabilities. After pulling yourself up, you crawl further up the bed, aligning your [vagORass] above his slick, lubricated cock. [if (taur) {Though your [lowerbody] is quite large, the orc has no trouble supporting it as you come to rest upon him|[if (drider) {The configuration of your arachnid body may be intimidating if not for the orc's familiarity with the swamp, or perhaps his innate fear just can't stop his loins from responding to the sexual thrills setting upon him|[if (naga) {[if (!hasVagina) {Not keen to lose your chance to witness the orc's face as he unwillingly penetrates you, you slip your serpentine body under and around his stomach, keeping it out of the way of your eager bottom as you stare into this [if (silly) {fag|prude}]'s unsettled grimace|Your serpentine body lays flat along him, and you playfully curl the end around [if (height<72 (or some other size check I guess)) {one of }]his legs}]|It builds ever more anticipation as your thighs press against his member, reminding you of his girth}]}]}]. With a sustained, longing stare at your conquest, you watch his transfixed expression of distress on [if (taur) {what little he can see of }]the point you two are about to join. [say: This is a bad dream,] he slurs in disbelief. He winces his eyes shut and leans his head back, bracing himself. //note: I don't feel like figuring out Rogar's cock dimensions to know how much the player stretches Several agonizing moments of suspense go by. [say: Am I wakin' up?] he asks, opening his eyes. As he once again looks down, you finally lower your [if (taur) {flank|[hips]}], letting out a satisfied gasp as the hefty orc cock [if (hasVagina) {[if (virgin vagina) {splits your special, untainted lips, spreading the flesh inside to irrevocably change it in perverse ways[if (lost vaginal virginity previously) { like its predecessor before it}].|[if (getting stretched) {pushes the bounds of what your body was ready for. The poor hole of yours has been kept safe from the endowed beasts of this realm for too long, rendering you barely able to accept his tool; however, the strain adds its own blissful sense of accomplishment|fills your needy depths[if (loose vagina) {, though almost pathetically short of what you can handle. Despite him only being massive on a normal human's scale, you still can't help but relish it after his resistance| nearly perfectly, as if you're shaped to his manhood already}].}]}] {virginity loss text/cunt stretch} Despite himself, Ro'gar groans in pleasure, unable to deny how wonderfully suited a [if (player.mf) {pussy|[if (isUnderage) {girl|woman}]}] is to this|[if (virgin anus) {squeezes painfully into your inexperienced bottom--[b:a sacrifice of your virginity] worth it just to spite him for not desiring you as much as you deserve{{no automatic virginity loss text}}|[if (stretching ass) {forces your hole to stretch to accommodate him. Such elation washes over you as you're filled beyond what your body was ready for, and the strain of taking him deeper as you sink down makes you dizzy|gradually slides up your insides, filling you with heat[if (anus is loose) { and an aching wish for something even larger--although you'd be lying if you didn't admit his earlier rejection makes this prize so much sweeter than some random monster's gargantuan tool|. His tool is practically purpose-built just to fill your ass perfectly}]}]}]. Ro'gar groans in pleasure despite himself, unable to deny that you were what he unwittingly desired all long}]; his taste in men was merely uninformed. The orc's meat twitches inside you[if (!taur) {r belly}], sending a giddy jolt to your heart. Another moment of silence begins as you let the reality soak in. [say: It ain't right,] Ro'gar says in a breathy voice. [say: Gettin' yer pal drunk and...] You rise, allowing all but the tip of his penis to feel the open air again, before slowly gyrating your entrance around only the glans, relishing the panting and shudders that penetrate his train of thought. Lightly, you press down again, enveloping only the slightest bit more. He can't resist you; you deserve to hear him beg you to keep going. The muscular man beneath you catches his breath. [say: I didn't want this--] You slam down, taking him to the base immediately. His large hand presses into your [chest], impotently pushing you away while too drunk to put real force into it. As Ro'gar attempts to sit up, you shove him back into the bed, using his total inebriation to effortlessly remain on top. [say: Stop it, I--] You interrupt with another sudden movement, jerking your [if (taur) {rear }]hips to fuck him in shallow, rapid motions before slowing back down to grind in a circular motion[if (hasVagina) { that makes your clit quiver in ecstasy}]. Every inch of this gym-buff's cock belongs to you right now and he should be grateful. If he can't handle the incredible sex you provide, he's just too weak--embarrassingly so! You tell him as much as you ride him, watching his facial features fail to conceal frustration and shame. [say: Fine!] he roars. His pelvis thrusts up with all his strength, pounding you[if (hasVagina) {r cervix unexpectedly. It's as if your brain flashed off and on again, and you collapse onto his powerful body [if (sensitivity>33) {to ride out an aggressive, delightful orgasm }]before recovering your composure| [if (sensitivity>50) {over the horizon into a much-appreciated orgasm, albeit }]with nearly the force to bruise your [ass][if (goo) { were it not for the fortune of your elastic, gooey consistency}]}]. While it may have been a shock to your system, nothing more follows. Ro'gar's abdominals flex as he weakly struggles. [say: I... lost to ya, pal.] Tired and defeated, the orc has conceded to your erotic talents. You resume riding him triumphantly; although, in his dizzy, drunken stupor, he's becoming more of a masturbation aid than a real sex partner. Grunting briefly fills the air, warm spurts paint your insides, and Ro'gar simply passes out. [if (hasVagina and sensitivity<34 OR !hasVagina and sensitivty<51) {Disappointed at your lack of orgasm|Unsatisfied by merely one rough and abrupt climax}], you bounce on the living dildo further, at least finding pleasure in his twitching face as his doubtlessly sensitive prick rubs your innards ragged. Nevertheless, your quest for release comes up short: Ro'gar's cock softens and deflates inside your depths. Minutes pass quietly as you rest. When at last you climb off the oaf, you find yourself pleased enough with the experience. He may not be a great lover when he's gods-only-know how many drinks into the evening, but a big dick on an even bigger man is hard to call a waste of time. Surely he would struggle to tell anyone he didn't love it--if he can even remember the night when he awakes. [if (isnaked) {Complete with your work here, you strut out of the apartment, freely displaying your body for all to hope they, too, will be deemed worthy of experiencing it|Ready to return home, you gather your things and dress yourself before heading out of the apartment into the lustful gazes of people yet to be fortunate enough for you to deem them worthy}]. {gain corruption, clear half lust} //No orc rape-babies, but an arc about raping and shaming the gay orc and then having his child against his will, rubbing that into his face, as his culture all about strength adds further sting to the fact he was, with no fight involved, raped and mated, it all seems like a nice idea *someone* should do. Not me. I'd like him to feel the very fact it happened to him is proof he's too weak to deserve to have a child, and be frustrated with himself as much as he is resentful of you. He's a nice guy, he'd be fun to emotionally abuse. More fun if he were cute, or at least not a character with tons of grotesque musk and sweat and grime fetish garbage. /////And now an assortment of touch ups to Rogar.as //((Corruption 70 or more)) //I think this should be a corruption and libido check, so ravenously sexual players with only a hint of corruption, or generally pretty amorous and fairly corrupt get it. It fits that more. You are seeing him as a sexual prize you've just stumbled on. If so extreme as the current check, then cor+lib=140, but I think a combined 100 value is better. Maybe lower. You're just there being sexually attracted to a buff man. Maybe a combined value that is also affected by orientation, so someone attracted almost just to females would have to be immensely slutty to find burly orc man hot. //intellect less than 30 [say: Ro'gar?] You call out as you approach, //Just remove the quote entirely, seems it isn't needed to me. [say: Ro'gar?] you call out into the hut, //Again, just remove the player quote and capitalize You // seeming not to realize - or perhaps, not minding - the intimacy //Remove spaces and double-hypenate for em-dash // The hulking orc is surprisingly gentle as he cleans you like a young child. //Edit for age check The hulking orc is surprisingly gentle as he cleans you like [if (ischild) {you were his own|a young}] child. // [say: Don't meet too many friendly folk 'round here, but it would be nice to have a " + player.mf("feller", "lass") + " to talk with.] //Age check [say: Don't meet too many friendly folk 'round here, [if (ischild) {even fewer so young, }]but it would be nice to have a [if (player.mf) {feller|lass}] to talk with.] // He nervously smiles, holding his own mug as he watches you. Whether to appear polite or because you suddenly remember your thirst, you take the mug and sip. //Age check. If I cared enough, I might stab into the scene more and add some little options like declining alcohol and his variety of reactions if you're manly, young, pregnant, or all three I guess. Can't be bothered. He nervously smiles, holding his own mug as he watches you. [if (ischild) {Momentary skepticism crosses your face, and Ro'gar suddenly jolts in his chair. [say: Oh, you're not an orc! I uh, I think young'ns in other races don't hold the drink as well, you can decline it if'n ya can't stomach the stuff.] Whether to appear polite or because you suddenly remember your thirst, you take the mug and sip. // Ro'gar follows your gaze, then his eyes glint oddly as he snickers. [say: Care ta... return the favor?] He slyly winks at you, eyes flicking from you to the bucket and back again. //Age check. The "you're a child, but it's real lonely out here" edit Ro'gar follows your gaze, then his eyes [if (ischild) {show trepidation before|glint oddly as}] he snickers. [say:Care ta... return the favor?] He [if (ischild) {awkwardly|slyly}] winks are you, eyes flicking from you to the bucket and back again. // You suggest Ro'gar travel only at night to avoid the harsh sun. The orc frowns at you, almost looks like he's considering you to be stupid. [say: I dunno if'n I can travel that fast... Can't I just wear sumthin' ta keep me in the shade?] //If traveling is as strangely truncated in canon as it is in mechanics, then You suggest Ro'gar travel only at night to avoid the harsh sun. The orc frowns at you and almost looks like he's considering you to be stupid. [say: I dunno if'n I can find the city 'fore morning without any sunlight... Can't I just wear sumthin' ta keep me in the shade?] //arguably a fine bit of text regardless, but the edited version is ambiguous in a way that you don't question whether the mechanic is canon lore or not. The original text is maybe fine whether the mechanic is lore or not, but I think some people would ask why traveling fast is an issue at all, and to address that question in text would make it really unambiguously a matter of lore. Sidestepping the issue with ambiguity avoids debate, and it may be best in general to not draw attention to the travel mechanics. ////The swamp stuff ought to have a softcore water-and-rag washing alternative to the "lick clean" option, but it looks like most of his content is about all that gross sweat and muck and grime sort of thing, so all it'd do is mislead people. //Minor note: According to the codex, orcs culturally focus on the eyes and find eye colors beautiful. If eye color is ever added, for whatever reason, then maybe make a note to have Ro'gar notice and remark about it in a few places.