This fantasy story is an introduction to Gruda, the female Orc who will feature in some of my stories.

I've thought a lot about Gruda lately and I think she is a fantastic character that needs to feature in many more stories so I am going to name the series of stories "The Chronicles of Gruda the Trampler".

This story is called The Chronicles of Gruda the Trampler, Chapter 1: Introducing Gruda the female Orc.

Gruda's massive boots pounded against the cobblestone streets, shaking the very foundations of the human village. Her imposing figure, towering over even the tallest human, cast an ominous shadow that stretched for yards. Her thick, knotted muscles rippled beneath her thick, leathery hide, like sculpted boulders beneath a flowing river.

The men at the table, their faces etched with fear, could barely keep their eyes from Gruda's sheer immensity. Their carefully crafted cards, once symbols of their control over the game, now seemed like flimsy toys in the presence of this hulking orc.

Gruda stopped, her massive form eclipsing the table and the cowering men before her. Her calloused hands curled into fists, and her eyes, like twin pools of molten lava, bored into their very souls. A deep, guttural growl emanated from her chest, sending shivers down their spines and their hearts pounding like war drums.

Without a word, Gruda raised her foot, its size dwarfing the delicate table. The men watched in mute horror as her massive sole hovered inches above the wooden surface. The weight of her impending stomp seemed to press down upon them, suffocating their breath and crushing their spirits.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Gruda brought her foot down, the impact echoing through the village like a thunderclap. The table trembled and groaned, its legs buckling beneath the unimaginable pressure. The wood splintered and cracked, shards of it flying like lethal arrows. The once neatly arranged cards scattered like confetti in the wind, their delicate paper now torn and tattered.

The men recoiled in shock, their faces contorted in a mix of terror and disbelief. They had just witnessed a display of raw, untamed power that surpassed their wildest imaginings. Gruda's immense strength, coupled with her colossal size, was a force of nature, an unstoppable force that had reduced their world to rubble.

Gruda let out a deep, satisfied grunt, her eyes gleaming with predatory triumph. She had not just crushed the table; she had crushed their will, their courage, their very essence. She was the undisputed queen of this realm, and they were her subjects, utterly powerless in the face of her unmatched strength.

With a final, triumphant roar, Gruda turned and strode away, her massive form leaving a trail of shattered hopes and shattered dreams in her wake. The men watched her go, their minds struggling to grasp the magnitude of what they had just witnessed. They had faced a force of nature, an unstoppable force that had shattered their world and left them trembling in its wake.

And as Gruda disappeared into the gathering dusk, the only sound that echoed through the village was the distant, haunting clatter of broken wood, a haunting reminder of the orc's immense power and the frailty of human existence.

As word of Gruda's awe-inspiring display of strength spread throughout the human village, her name echoed on the lips of men, women, and children alike. Whispers of "Gruda the Trampler" rippled through the streets, her name becoming synonymous with raw power and untamed ferocity.

The men who had witnessed Gruda's crushing of the table were particularly captivated by her immense weight. They gathered in taverns and marketplaces, their voices hushed with awe and curiosity, speculating about the exact measure of her physical prowess.

"She must weigh as much as a herd of oxen," one man declared, his eyes wide with wonder. "Her muscles are like knotted trees, and her footsteps shake the very ground."

Another man nodded in agreement, his voice thick with admiration. "Aye, I've seen her crush a table with a single stomp. Her weight must be immense, a force to be reckoned with."

The men continued their discussions, their imaginations running wild as they tried to fathom the true extent of Gruda's strength and weight. Some claimed she weighed as much as a small dragon, while others suggested she even surpassed the weight of a fully grown bear.

But amidst these speculations, one thing remained certain: "Gruda the Trampler" was a name that struck fear into the hearts of humans, a name that whispered of untamed power and awe-inspiring strength. Her weight, a testament to her formidable physique, had become an integral part of her legend, a symbol of her dominance and the fear she instilled in those who crossed her path.

You can read Chapter 2 here:  Gruda the Trampler vs Low Level Armour