Ale for an Orc slayer!
made for #GDCBeerbustChallenge.
The story starts like this: there once was a haro, who didn’t think much. He lived in a small village of farmers and your every day peasants. The village people loved him dearly, for he was the only one who protected them from the plundering Orcs. They named him The Ork Slayer, they collected the teeth from the orcs he had killed and fashioned a mug, greater than any other mug in the local tavern. Greater both in size and in the fact that only The Orc Slayer was served that mug. And every time he had done away with a new danger, towns people would gather in the Tavern to celebrate, buy him and ale and cheer ‘To the Orc Slayer, the man who may not think much, but boy, is he good at slaying!’
How does the story end? you decide.