You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

Sharog snorts and takes another deep drink before answering you. "Well, well, looks like we finally have a proper champion to face, huh? I'm Sharog, daughter of the Warlord of Clan Stinktooth..." She pauses to burp loudly before continuing "...and I'm here because my old man thought it would be a grand idea for me to get married off to some goblin. Can you believe that shit? So, let's see what you're made of."

She motions with her free hand, tossing an unbroken barrel across the room where it sticks neatly into a wooden post without even being scratched. "Let's play!" she exclaims, grinning maniacally as she readies herself for your response.

Sharog laughs throatily at your words before taking one last gulp from her flagon and slamming it down on the table. She glances meaningfully around them, then points a meaty finger towards the barrel you just smashed into the wooden post with ease earlier. "I call shotgun!" she growls before launching herself forward like an enraged rhino, her powerful legs carrying her through the air and crashing into the massive cask with enough force to shatter it into splinters.

As your new opponent leaps clear of the carnage and lands on solid ground again, she wipes some sawdust from her face and grins sheepishly. "So, champ, you think you can keep up?"

Her eyes widen with challenge as you reply confidently. A low growl rumbles deep in her throat before she lunges across the room, grabbing another barrel of ale and flinging it like a javelin towards the far wall. The heavy container sails through the air and slams into the wooden planks, splitting it in half as if it were made of twigs. With her muscular arms still aching from the impact she turns to face you again, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Well then, let's see what else this tavern has to offer!" Sharog shouts triumphantly before charging forward, trampling over chairs and tables alike as if they were mere toys, searching for more challenges in the form of intact ale barrels and hapless patrons. The fight goes on.

Her powerful legs propel her towards the next target with unmatched speed and agility despite her size. She scoffs at your challenge before swinging her arm like a axe, sending a barrel flying towards you. The heavy container spins end over end before connecting solidly against your chest. You feel the air force from your lungs as the impact knocks you back several feet, but to her surprise, you remain standing.

With renewed determination she leaps towards another barrel, this time aiming for a precariously balanced stack near one of the tables. The weighty cask wobbles and begins to tip over as Sharog slams into it with enough force to send ale spraying everywhere. Grinning triumphantly, she glances back at you and motions impatiently for you to continue the fight.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you call her "baba" before turning to face her again with renewed vigor. She tilts her head curiously, unsure what sort of trick words these might be. Before she can contemplate further, however, you charge forward once more, leaping through the air and using one powerful leg to send another barrel hurtling towards her like a guided missile.

Sharog barely has time to react as the heavy container slams into her side with enough force to send her tumbling across the floor in a cloud of sawdust. She grunts with pain but rolls quickly back onto all fours, glaring up at you from beneath her thick brow ridges. This human might not be as easy a target as she first thought...

Sharog growls in frustration and confusion as she shakes her head to clear it, regaining her bearings. The man didn't just call her "baba" - he tried to insult her! This changes things... She clenches her fists and bends her knees, readying herself for another onslaught as she glares up at you with renewed hatred in her eyes. "You think that's all you can do? Come at me again, human!"

Her tail begins to twitch excitedly behind her, the tip lashing back and forth against the floor several times before snapping straight out, pointing directly towards you as if it were a weapon of its own.

Her eyes narrow as you approach her with a smirk on your face. The taunting only serves to further fuel her rage and determination. As you draw closer, she tenses every muscle in her body, preparing for the next exchange of blows. With a low growl deep in her throat, she launches herself forward once again, meeting your attack head-on. The force of your bodies colliding sends both of you staggering back several feet, but Sharog doesn't let up. Her massive arms swing wildly as she throws punch after punch towards you, aiming to bring her prey down where it stands.

Her grin fades as you deliver this challenge, and she decides that enough is enough. With a mighty roar that echoes throughout the tavern, Sharog focuses all of her strength into one final blow aimed directly at your gut. The force behind the punch sent shockwaves through her entire body, making it feel like every muscle in her arm was tearing apart and growing stronger with each passing moment. As she unleashes this devastating attack, time seems to slow down for an instant, allowing Sharog to watch in satisfaction as you are sent flying backward several yards across the room before crashing into a table with bone-shattering force.

She pants heavily for several moments after delivering her blow, wiping sweat from her brow and licking her lips. "Well... looks like I'm the new champion of this pathetic tavern," she mutters under her breath

Her laughter echoes throughout the tavern as you grab her legs and spin her around in circles like a child's toy. Despite her size, Sharog is surprisingly light for someone so strong due to all that hard living she does. She giggles uncontrollably as you spin faster and faster, feeling giddy from the lack of control over her own movements. After several more rotations around your makeshift axis point at the center of the tavern floor, Sharog manages to gather enough strength in one leg to launch herself free with a mighty kick that propels both of you across the room into another table. The two of you collapse onto it together in a tangled mess of limbs and ale-drenched clothes, laughing uncontrollably as patrons stop what they're doing to stare at this unexpected turn of events.

Her laughter subsides as she looks up at you, her gaze shifting slightly as she considers your words. "Well... you did hold your own for a while there," she admits with a slight nod before pushing herself back up onto her feet. "I suppose we could call it a draw this time." She extends a massive hand toward you in what appears to be an offer of friendship or perhaps even alliance.

"But if you ever want another shot at the title, just let me know," she adds with a wink and a grin that reveals those two lower tusk-like teeth once more. "I'll always welcome a worthy opponent."

Her smile widens as you take her hand in yours and shake it firmly. "Well then," she says with a laugh, "I guess we'll just have to find out what happens next time, won't we?" She downs the rest of her ale before glancing around at the carnage they've left behind them. "You know... I could use someone like you around. Maybe we should stick together for a while and see where this takes us." She pauses for effect. "What do you say, champ? In it to win it?"

Her tone is light-hearted and almost playful, but there's an unmistakable challenge in her eyes as she waits for your reply.

Sharog grins broadly at your words before clapping you on the back hard enough to send you stumbling a step closer to her. "Excellent! Now, let's go find some more ale and new challenges!" She laughs heartily as she leads you through the scattered bodies and broken furniture of the tavern, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. The two of you rule over this ruined wasteland like true champions... for now at least.

As you climb atop a chair and seat her firmly on your shoulders, Sharog yells with glee. "I've always wanted to be a queen!" she shouts jubilantly. With you as her trusty steed, the two of you reign supreme over the tavern, surveying the carnage and reveling in your newfound power. She clasps her massive hands together under her chin and bobs up and down with excitement, laughing maniacally at everything she sees.

"So," she says between guffaws, "what shall we do first?"

"Aye, we can't have the people thinking that this is all there is!" Sharog exclaims as she waves her arms around dramatically. With you carrying her through the tavern like a conquering heroine she surveys the damages and spots several casks of ale left relatively untouched. "Let's go crash those parties!" she says, grinning wickedly.

The orc queen motions for you to follow her and together you weave through the chaos until you reach your first target: a group of brawny dwarves huddled around their own intact barrels, trading insults and boasting about their prowess. With Sharog's mighty voice she challenges them to come out and fight for the right to drink their ale.

"Huzzah! A challenge!" roars the leader of the dwarves, rising

Sharog snorts and points her massive finger at the leader dwarf. "I thought all you short ones were tough, is someone scared of a little competition?" She grins menacingly as she sizes them up, eager for the fight to begin. The other patrons in the tavern begin to gather around, drawn by the commotion and the promise of more violence.

"Let's see what you've got, short-shots!" Sharog shouts, readying herself for battle as she jumps down from your shoulders and takes up a ready stance. Her body tenses, every muscle coiled tightly like springs about to snap free. The dwarves hurl insults and taunts back at her, but she merely grins wider, licking her lips in anticipation of the fight to come.

Without another word, Sharog lunges forward, her massive arms stretching out wide as she tackles the leader dwarf to the ground with a loud crack. Her strength is unmatched even among orcs, and the smaller dwarf struggles helplessly beneath her weight. Around them, the other patrons cheer wildly as they watch their new champion in action.

"Come on you ugly brutes!" Sharog shouts, standing up and readying herself for more combatants. The remaining dwarves, emboldened by their leader's initial taunts, charge forward with axes and hammers raised high. Sharog meets them head-on once again, her powerful blows sending several of the smaller creatures flying across the room with bone-snapping force.

As more and more dwarves join the fray, their anger fueling them onward despite their wounds and

With a battle cry that echoes throughout the tavern, Sharog lunges forward, her massive arms swinging with incredible force as she effortlessly sends dwarf after dwarf flying through the air. Her tail whips back and forth like a living weapon, knocking foes off balance and disarming them with brutal ease. The sight of her in full battle fury is enough to make even the most seasoned fighter hesitate before engaging.

Despite the impressive show of strength and skill, there are simply too many dwarves for Sharog to handle on her own. Her sides start to ache from the constant impacts as axe and hammer find their mark. Gritting her teeth, she ignores the pain and continues fighting with reckless abandon.

Then, in the midst of the chaos, you spot something: a group of goblins lurking near one of

"Hey you gutter-scum!" Sharog shouts, turning her attention to the group of goblins. "Think you can do better than those pathetic shorties?" Her gaze narrows as she studies them, sizing them up for a moment before deciding they might at least be worth using as a distraction. "Come on then! Prove your worth!" She motions towards the dwarves with a mocking wave of her hand.

The leader of the goblins glances warily between Sharog and the dwindling group of dwarves before shouting something unintelligible to his underlings. With a collective yelp, they charge forward into battle, swords and spears held high. The distraction gives Sharog just enough breathing room to turn her attention back to the remaining dwarves, growling with renewed fury as she launches herself

Her powerful legs propel her through the air with inhuman strength, landing several feet away and immediately tackling a group of dwarves who were attempting to flank her. She shrugs off their weak blows easily, growling as she lifts them up by their collars and slams them back into the wooden floor. With one last shout, Sharog turns back towards you, a manic glint in her eyes. "This is your moment, champion!"

The remaining goblins and dwarves turn to face you as well, realizing they've been left to fight each other while their leaders engage in single combat. The tavern erupts into a frenzy of battle once more as the smaller creatures clash with one another, unaware that you and Sharog stand apart from the chaos... watching them like prey.