Your party comes to an odd patch of tended grass and even more out of place, a quaint little hamlet and well. Your party's tracker uses a perception check to find any traps, yet the only thing around the little abode is a mud-worn leather mat with "Welcome" sewn on. Your group moves to the door and windows, all closed, but easily pried open. Inside stands a figure, not carving away at a lost traveler or missing merchant like the few abandoned buildings you've come across, but twirling a cape around their shoulders like a rehearsal of an awe inspiring march out the door. But then your mages spots it, a well-maintained axe, and with a spell, they discern it is lethally sharp and sturdier than most common steel axes. Time to make a move.

Your tank of a knight bashes in the door and your tracker draws their bow through a window, no escape for their quarry. But instead of reaching out for the weapon, the figure, a female orc based on initial observation, rather places both hands on her head, and closes her eyes. This is not the killer they expected out of a member of the orc race, so questions flowing evenly through each party member's head must be answered. Still shaken, the orc blurts out "I'm sorry I forgot to return the whetstone after I borrowed it!" And now the party is even more baffled. There was apparently another being within reasonable distance for travel and, based on the response of the girl before them, had frequent contact. After a successful attempt to calm the girl, the mage asks her how she came to be in the small, stone building. "I built this with material I mined with a fellow just a few hills over. He was very kind and offered to let me borrow an enchanted whetstone of his that amplifies cutting on anything with a blade. It's been really useful in helping me clear out some nasty trees around here, and I kept it because sometimes I could use it on my cutting knives for when my bread loaves get as solid as rock." The party convened near the door, discussing what they should do, seeing as they bust her door down and scared her half to death. They agreed they'd help rebuild the door and accompany her to return the whetstone, hoping they could then buy such a useful item off of it's owner.

So set forth a party of three and a shy orc, grabbing her axe on the way out the destroyed door. Halfway to where the orc had said the dwarf lived, the group came under ambush by large spiders, venom dripping from their fangs, hunger in their multitudinous eyes. The orc has disappeared from the group's sight, leading them to believe she was not as innocent as they had been convinced. But as their attacks bounced off thick exoskeletons and webbing caught them in place, a flowing cape and the sound of a blade slicing through what had to be the hard shells of the arachnid assailants, the orc girl stood before the trio. "So sorry to have abandoned you, I forgot my cape and had hoped that you three might have noticed these crawlies, being out on empty hills and all." She cut them free of their webbing, and it was outspokenly unanimous, the group would adopt a fourth party member. And at the dwarf's abode they would welcome her to the group, Radia, the Unsuspected Slicer.

Well, I hope this loosely envisioned D&D-themed story I just thought up was decent enough.

This piece was done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/turtlepaws/ who really did an awesome job on giving my half-orc girl a good wardrobe.

Radia is Mine.