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"Bring me another!"

That was the boisterous cries of one of the fattest orcs in a small tribe on the edge of the sea, Ttubbutt Clan. This clan was famous (or infamous, depending on how you look at it) for priding itself on the mantra "good food, good drink, good times", branching away from the usual warrior mentality of most orcs of the age. They were also home to one particular orc who took this mantra to heart. And that would be the son of the chieftain, Gublox.

Gublox had just come back from a hunting expedition and decided to celebrate by sharing his spoils amongst his peers over food and ale. Though that was rather common place for him. Any achievement that he wanted to share with his tribe, he did so over one of their many "tribal feasts" as he called it. Though really, only he would be doing most of the feasting. Naturally, what one would see before them would be the end result of those feasts: a rotund monster of a man whose tremendous girth jiggled with every step. In fact, just about anything would make his belly jiggle at this point, whether it be laughing, feasting, fighting, or even so much as just moving just the slightest nudge. How he could manage to remain mobile in spite of such adipose sitting atop his midsection was anyone's guess. Though it wasn't like anyone was complaining. Much of the tribe saw him as the symbol of their continued prosperity. So much so that they almost never got on his case for his dietary habits. In fact, it was almost as if they welcomed it.

"Another pitcher, Gublox?" a young female orc asked, presenting a rather large glass of the golden nectar to the gluttonous orc. He happily accepted with a hearty belch and a mighty laugh that grabbed nearly everyone's attention.

"Thank you, good ma'am!" Gublox answered as he chugged the pitcher in earnest.

"But of course!" she replied, bowing respectfully. "We always aim to please the son of the chieftain!"

"Then keep it coming, y'all!" Gublox shouted, raising his half empty glass into the air. "You all know our mantra! Good Food, Good Drink, Good Times! That's what it means to be an orc!"

As the festivities continued, an older, slimmer orc and a more rounder orc (though not nearly as rotund as Gublox) watched from afar. His body was battered and scared, a testament to a lifetime of battle, with only the smallest amount of pudge across his waist giving the slightest hint at his age aside from his long silver beard. One would be mistaken for not knowing that this older orc and Gublox were father and son, but the chieftain did have an image to keep. And most importantly, a covenant to fulfill.

"Ye gods," he muttered to himself. "Just look at my son! He is like the living personification of the bottomless pits of Hell! He just keeps eating and he keeps growing as a consequence!"

"Should I lower his portions, chief?" the round orc asked.

"No," the elder orc answered in haste. "In fact, double them. And make sure there are plenty of mystic crystals in those meals as usual." The chieftain handed over a small, glowing crystal to the other orc, who gave an understanding nod before crushing it into fine powder with his bare hands.

"Are you sure about this?" the round orc asked again, his voice showing concern. "The scrolls never said anything about offering your son. We could always find another--"

"The Ocean's Moon will arrive in less than two days," the chieftain interjected, keeping his gaze on his son. "We've prepared him for this day all his life without him knowing. We cannot back out now." An uncomfortable silence filled the air between them, but the round orc soon gave an understanding nod. As he headed back to the kitchens, the chieftain soon walked over to the heart of the feast as Gublox punched his chest to dislodge a large piece of chicken that got stuck in his esophagus before belching yet again.

"Pace yourself, my son!" the chieftain cheerfully warned, patting his son's meaty back. "You mustn't gorge too quickly, lest you choke!" Gublox simply laughed it off, those the redness in his face revealed his embarrassment.

"Sorry, pops!" Gublox replied. "But you know how I love a good meal!"

"Indeed I do. Now how about another round of pig steaks?!" The tribe soon erupted in cheers, music and dance as the festivities continued yet again. As another meaty dish found it's way in front of the massive orc, Gublox dug in with gusto as his father and the chief of the tribe smiled warmly at him. Gublox gave a big, fat, food filled smile back, unaware of what fate had in store for him...

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"Bring me another!"

That was the boisterous cries of one of the fattest orcs in a small tribe on the edge of the sea, Ttubbutt Clan. This clan was famous (or infamous, depending on how you look at it) for priding itself on the mantra "good food, good drink, good times", branching away from the usual warrior mentality of most orcs of the age. They were also home to one particular orc who took this mantra to heart. And that would be the son of the chieftain, Gublox.

Gublox had just come back from a hunting expedition and decided to celebrate by sharing his spoils amongst his peers over food and ale. Though that was rather common place for him. Any achievement that he wanted to share with his tribe, he did so over one of their many "tribal feasts" as he called it. Though really, only he would be doing most of the feasting. Naturally, what one would see before them would be the end result of those feasts: a rotund monster of a man whose tremendous girth jiggled with every step. In fact, just about anything would make his belly jiggle at this point, whether it be laughing, feasting, fighting, or even so much as just moving just the slightest nudge. How he could manage to remain mobile in spite of such adipose sitting atop his midsection was anyone's guess. Though it wasn't like anyone was complaining. Much of the tribe saw him as the symbol of their continued prosperity. So much so that they almost never got on his case for his dietary habits. In fact, it was almost as if they welcomed it.

"Another pitcher, Gublox?" a young female orc asked, presenting a rather large glass of the golden nectar to the gluttonous orc. He happily accepted with a hearty belch and a mighty laugh that grabbed nearly everyone's attention.

"Thank you, good ma'am!" Gublox answered as he chugged the pitcher in earnest.

"But of course!" she replied, bowing respectfully. "We always aim to please the son of the chieftain!"

"Then keep it coming, y'all!" Gublox shouted, raising his half empty glass into the air. "You all know our mantra! Good Food, Good Drink, Good Times! That's what it means to be an orc!"

As the festivities continued, an older, slimmer orc and a more rounder orc (though not nearly as rotund as Gublox) watched from afar. His body was battered and scared, a testament to a lifetime of battle, with only the smallest amount of pudge across his waist giving the slightest hint at his age aside from his long silver beard. One would be mistaken for not knowing that this older orc and Gublox were father and son, but the chieftain did have an image to keep. And most importantly, a covenant to fulfill.

"Ye gods," he muttered to himself. "Just look at my son! He is like the living personification of the bottomless pits of Hell! He just keeps eating and he keeps growing as a consequence!"

"Should I lower his portions, chief?" the round orc asked.

"No," the elder orc answered in haste. "In fact, double them. And make sure there are plenty of mystic crystals in those meals as usual." The chieftain handed over a small, glowing crystal to the other orc, who gave an understanding nod before crushing it into fine powder with his bare hands.

"Are you sure about this?" the round orc asked again, his voice showing concern. "The scrolls never said anything about offering your son. We could always find another--"

"The Ocean's Moon will arrive in less than two days," the chieftain interjected, keeping his gaze on his son. "We've prepared him for this day all his life without him knowing. We cannot back out now." An uncomfortable silence filled the air between them, but the round orc soon gave an understanding nod. As he headed back to the kitchens, the chieftain soon walked over to the heart of the feast as Gublox punched his chest to dislodge a large piece of chicken that got stuck in his esophagus before belching yet again.

"Pace yourself, my son!" the chieftain cheerfully warned, patting his son's meaty back. "You mustn't gorge too quickly, lest you choke!" Gublox simply laughed it off, those the redness in his face revealed his embarrassment.

"Sorry, pops!" Gublox replied. "But you know how I love a good meal!"

"Indeed I do. Now how about another round of pig steaks?!" The tribe soon erupted in cheers, music and dance as the festivities continued yet again. As another meaty dish found it's way in front of the massive orc, Gublox dug in with gusto as his father and the chief of the tribe smiled warmly at him. Gublox gave a big, fat, food filled smile back, unaware of what fate had in store for him...