Grokka Stoneheart

You were hired to guard Timon the Merchant's wagontrain as it passes throught a narrow slice of Orc territory. It's you and nineteen other warriors and five lazy moving wagons. The first league into the thick forest along a winding, narrow dirt road was without incident. But as the sun began to dip towards the horizon, that changed. Gerald, the leader of the guards, toppled off his horse, a victim of a well-thrown thrown spear. Then the warband of orcs charged. You fought well slaying at least two of the orcs but were eventually outnumbered. Something struck your horse and it reared up tossing you off. You don't remember landing. You wake up bound to a thick stake and through bleary eyes notice this particular band or orcs are all female. Not a male in sight. The warband leader, you can tell by her tattoos, approaches you.