Sheila (Transgénero) (Nivel 1) mail warning

Sheila wandered for a long while after her adventuring party disbanded for unclear reasons. The disappearance of her closest ally hit her hard, left her listless. She threw herself at challenge after challenge after the supposed "falling-out". In that time her body was honed, each scar on her skin a proud badge of conquest, of survival. Eventually, her wanderings led her back to the home she had left behind, her tribe of Orcish sisters. What should have been a glorious return was marred by the conditions of her tribal village. The chief that had led when she left had fallen during a hunt, replaced by a cruel, brutal and selfish sort. The sight of her sisters brought so low enraged her, so she immediately challenged the leader. Her experiences outside of the tribe and her sojourn back had made her incredibly strong. The wicked chief was bested handily and Sheila took up the mantle of leadership Things seemed better for a while, but the unwise former chief had hunted the land bare, foolishly. Their crops too, had shriveled, the land needed time to heal, so the tribe needed to wander, or so it seemed.

For one day, she was approached by a mysterious, large, horned woman, who brazenly strolled into the village of Orcs without a care. None of her sisters could stop the woman from obtaining her "audience" with Sheila. The woman promised a haven for the tribe, a place as safe as it gets for an orc. All the woman asked in return was the tribe's fealty and to fend off her enemies. Sheila carefully considered the woman's offer, it was a good one. But would she be any better a leader than the chief before Sheila? Negotiations were... intense.. to say the least, lasting for a full night and a bit into the next afternoon. But eventually, they came to terms and the orcs made their journey into the dungeon... where they mostly kept to the wrestling gym the horned woman had crafted for them. Though they had plenty living space, surely, and space to hunt, too.

Now, Sheila proudly challenges any who would approach her tribe's savior, to see how worthy they are to even be graced with the woman's presence without a collar fixed around their neck first..