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Rumia stopped as a group of orcs got between her and the spider, sighing. 'Of course.' Glancing at her possessed pet, she briefly wondered how to get past them. Then Lassic bluntly suggested sex as a way of communicating with them, causing her to blink, then turn to stare at her staff, eye twitching. Listening to the explanation that came a moment later, she slowly brought her free hand back up, pinching the bridge of her nose. Taking a deep breath, she turned to glare at the orcs, then pinched her nose again before letting her hand fall back down.

"Are you freaking serious. They're really that stupid?" She shook her head, looking up to the heavens as if praying for strenght. All this effort, all the pain, and in the end all she got out of it was a bunch of retards whom she probably should have just killed off to save herself trouble. And now she had to figure out how to get her spider out of that mess when those morons would barely be able to comprehend Lassic's orders at best. They only bowed their heads to him because he was controlling the spider, nothing more. How would an arachnid lead this rabble?

"Fuck this, I'm done." Rumia declared, stabbing the bottom end of her staff into the ground to secure it upright. She was bruised, sore and exhausted. On top of that, she just didn't feel like fighting anymore. Burning them would be like shooting dumb cattle. "If that's how it's going to be, fine. I don't care anymore." She stepped forward, straightening her back to better show off her lithe physique - and her chest as well. "If fighting and fucking is all those idiots understand, then I'm going to fuck all of them into a wasted heap!"

She spread her arms wide, calling out to the orcs - both the group in front of her as well as the ones staring at her. "Come on, bastards! This pussy's waiting for ya!" The girl gestured towards the aforementioned area. "Don't tell me you're afraid of taking me! Cause I ain't afraid of taking you, and I'm going to ride the lot of ya until you beg me to stop!" At this point, Rumia wasn't really thinking clearly. Her anger and annoyance made her act out, while the vision that Lassic hit her with moments ago likely provided the impetus. Still, irrational decision or no, she basically dared them all to pound her, resolving to deal with their resistance that way.
 
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Rumia had simply had it, it seems. Learning that all that work was for seemingly nothing. Surely she should have known orcs are not the sharpest tool in the shed. If their primitive weaponry was not enough of a clue, their almost brain dead nature had to be a pretty strong hint as well.

Having been already used once by their previous king, Rumia still had an itch to scratch. Maybe it was a bit much, but this was how Rumia herself chose to deal with it. Simply planting Lassic firmly into the ground and flat daring the orcs to fuck her.

The first few that would jump up were swatted away by the spider, as Lassic still controlled it. At least these things understood what was coming next. Even the most simple creature has that urge to find the nearest person of the opposite sex and fuck it into oblivion to propagate their species. After a few seconds of simply lying in front of them, the orc's would get it. In more ways than one.

Rumia would take on all comers. The first few lucky ones would simply start to line themselves up, get in, fire their loads and get out. After about 5 or so of these quickies, a gaggle of orcs would start to surround her. Each one at least for now content to wait their turn.
 
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At first, the response was unimpressive. Disorganized. Thankfully, it didn't take long for those orcs to figure out how to make a proper line. Seeing them approach, Rumia turned around and bent over obligingly, using her fingers to spread her waiting pussy for the males. She didn't have to wait long. One of the muscleheads quickly got behind her, grabbing onto her hips and pushing his dick into her hole, drawing a gasp out of her. She had to steady herself to avoid losing her balance as she began to thrust into her, panting as she began to feel her body heat up.

The orc kept fucking her for a few moments, drawing out gasps and moans out of the girl. Eventually, however, he pushed his twitching dick all the way inside of her and released a thick load of hot cum, causing her to shiver. Once he was done filling her up, he quickly pulled out, making space for another one. Rumia frowned at that - she had planned to fuck the orcs silly. That much alone would not be enough. She didn't have time to do anything about it, though, as she was quickly approached by a second orc who plugged her soiled cunt with his cock before pounding away, making her squirm in pleasure.

This scene would repeat itself a few more times. An orc would approach Rumia, push his dick inside of her and fuck her fast before dumping his load in her like she was some kind of cheap whore. Her pussy was starting to overflow with cum now, orc seed slowly leaking out and running down her legs. The girl herself was shaking now as another one screwed her, the sensations starting to overwhelm her slowly. She noticed the orcs beginning to surround her, but paid them no heed, moaning as she focused on finishing off the one currently inside, her pussy clenching around his rod.
 
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Rumia would service the orcs one by one. Each one simply lining up to take a turn in her. Simply ramming in, unloading inside of her, and getting out. This process would repeat itself for a number of times that Rumia would simply not be able to count any longer. Was it ten, twenty, all fifty even?

After a while, Rumia would get filled up to the point that even ramming another rod inside would cause her insides to spill out all around her. Seeing a fairly large puddle starting to form around her, the orcs surrounding her would figure it out pretty quick that they were not going to get their turn. Opting instead to start to use Rumia's face as their hole of choice, one orc would start ramming her pussy while another was getting a blowjob from Rumia. Far too exhausted and horny to do anything about it, Rumia could do nothing to stop the scene that she herself had started.

As the orcs would continue using her, Rumia would get both holes filled to the brim. Having no holes left to violate the orcs simply opted to masturbate themselves, Rumia would be covered from head to toe as she simply passed out. Her mind overridden by the constant orgasms building up and her bodies exhaustion from the battle as a whole, Rumia just could not take it anymore. That of course did not stop the orcs, as they continued on with her now unconscious body into the night.
 
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Rumia wasn't sure how many orcs had used her. Her pussy was so full of spunk it literally could not contain anymore, causing the white stuff to flow out of her with each subsequent fuck. The constant fucking ended up overwhelming her, making her suffer her first orgasm soon after the first few orcs finished their turn. She had no time to recover from it before she was back to being pounded, though. Still sensitive after her first climax, she ended up coming again and again in much shorter order this time, wearing her out as she continued to take one cock after another. Soon enough she could hardly focus on anything but being fucked and pumped full of seed, going almost on autopilot.

As streams of cum fell down her legs, forming a puddle under her feet, it'd appear that some of the orcs opted not to bother with her used pussy. As the girl bucked her hips weakly against another male, moaning involuntarily even though her voice turned hoarse long ago, she suddenly felt another orc grab her head before forcing his cock into her open mouth. She tried to resist, gagging, but the strenght to fight had left her after the first dozen orcs or so. In the end, she could only give up and let him use her throat like a second pussy, fucking it for a while before dumping a thick load inside. Only to be replaced by another orc, then another...

In the end, Rumia had no idea how long this continued. Stuffed with cocks and seed from both sides, she was completely at the mercy of the orcs. She hardly had the energy to do anything anymore, leaving it entirely up to them to pound her holes, cum leaking from both in copious amounts as she failed to swallow it all. Between the thick liquid and the dicks, she had a hard time even breathing, the constant lack of air making her feel light-headed and magnifying the pleasure, making her orgasms much more intense and frequent. Her body filled beyond capacity and exhausted past limits, the girl could only pray for the whole thing to end even as she lost herself to extasy.

Still, it wasn't until there was literally no space left inside of her body that the orcs stopped. Until then, she was fucked constantly, unable to even pass out due to constant stimulation. Rumia was slowly breaking under this strain, her mind unable to take such rough treatment for so long. She could feel her sense of self slowly fall apart as she suffered more and more pleasure, each orgasm chipping away at her sanity. By the end of it, she could no longer care about how they pounded her like a toy, accepting each load of cum, holding onto the thought that with every orc served she was that little bit closer to finishing this and getting some rest.

And sure enough, eventually the orcs decided there was no more fun left to be had with her holes. Twitching slightly as she was left on the ground, unable to move, Rumia felt the orcs shower her with seed as they finished up by masturbating, covering her body on the outside as well. Not that it mattered much, she was already lying in a puddle of cum that leaked out of her earlier and kept growing bigger as more white stuff escaped her holes. Uncaring of the fact that she was now covered head to toe in semen, every inch of her body soiled, the girl only had the presence of mind to realize that yes, they were finally done with her. She fell unconscious immediately afterwards, her body going limp as her mind shut down in self-preservation, leaving her unaware of whatever the orcs did to her once she passed out.
 
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Rumia would be violated in more ways than she could count. After she reached her limit, she would pass out. Rumia would awaken after all was said and done to her not knowing how much time had passed. It was daylight out at least so her first thought was that she could have slept through the night. As she started to get her bearings about her, she would realize two things stood out. One was that she were still naked. Two was that Lassic was nowhere to be found.

Looking about the area she was in, it looked as if it were a warren of sorts. Simple bedrolls were strewn about the floor. It would seem that she were in a barracks of some kind? Aside from herself there was nothing in here save for the bedrolls and a few buckets of water. Rumia having looked over the area would now look at herself and see that she was not wearing a dried layer of cum, but instead she was just naked. Someone or something had to have brought her here, and who or whatever it was may have been responsible for cleaning her up a bit as well.

So Rumia now found herself without Lassic in a room that looked as if it had slept about 30 orcs. The others that had slept here previously were almost certainly killed in the conflict. Speaking of which, neither the remains of Master nor her spider were here. There was one visible exit from the area and it went back out to the path along the valley. Though exactly where she was aside from that, Rumia did not know.
 
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Rumia awoke with a groan, feeling sore all over. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking as she did not recognize her surroundings. Rolling over, she looked around, trying to figure out where she was. Last thing she could remember was being fucked by an entire orc tribe at once. They must have taken her with them after they were done violating her body. From the looks of it, it had to be some kind of communal sleeping area. She must have been brought here as... What exactly? Probably not a slave, she figured, or she'd be put someplace she couldn't escape from. Spoils? Bride? Mate? She had no idea. It wasn't something she could figure out without investigating further.

Slowly getting up and taking stock, Rumia would note a few details. She was still naked - not suprising, considering her clothes got destroyed and the orcs were likely too stupid to think of giving her something. Or maybe they didn't want to give her anything. The spider wasn't here, but she wasn't suprised by that. It was their "king" now, it probably had privileges. She couldn't see Master's parts or Lassic anywhere, though, which was more concerning. Particularly the latter - she had come to depend on the staff for power and new spells. While she could use her fire magic on her own, fighting without her ally, even with how difficult to deal with he could be, would be problematic.

Still, maybe not all was lost. Perhaps the orcs took the staff and placed it somewhere else. Hell, if Lassic was in control of the spider, maybe he could grab the staff himself somehow and get his minions to carry the scrap. Still, Rumia probably should have thought her decision to fuck every orc one after another through better than this. She'd have to watch it with insane ideas like that in the future, no matter how tempting they might be. She never had so many orgasms in her life before, though... The girl frowned at that, then shook her head. No, now was not the time to contemplate being bred by the whole tribe. She had to assess the situation first. With only one path available, the mage walked out the sole exit she could see to take a look at what was outside.
 
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Rumia would asses her situation as she would awaken. She felt naked in more ways than one as she no longer had Master, Lassic or the spider by her side as well as no clothing to wear. At least she did not have some kind of strange collar or any visible markings on her that would signify that she was a slave of some kind. There were not exactly any guards around either.

With only one way to leave the area, she would go back outside along the side of the mountain. As she would look around she would see the few orcs that had survived their battle going about their daily lives. A few would pass by her without so much as even really acknowledging her. Not even a sneer from the males that walked by. It was almost like she was not even there to the orcs now.

She was currently along the valley floor, with the paths leading upwards throughout the enclave all around her. Having fairly quickly sprinted through during the heat of battle, Rumia never had a chance to notice that there were a good number of places hollowed out among the faces of the mountain. Many of which were simple sleeping areas like the one she just emerged from.

With having some level of connection with Lassic still, she could find her way to the staff easy enough. She needed to go up once and then feel her way toward the source of power that only could be Lassic. As she would walk around, she would find that the orcs were mostly busy with working on rebuilding their numbers. There was a whole room seemingly dedicated to the males trying to impregnate as many of the females as possible.

Once Rumia would find her way to the center of the aura, she would find her companions once more. The spider having remodeled the throne somewhat adding a certain decor to the area that was basically a giant cobweb. Lassic was laid across the throne itself and her spider was hanging overtop of it within the webs it had created. Still with the crown awkwardly stuck on its head.
 
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Walking around and observing the orcs go about their daily business, Rumia had to admit it was a nice change of pace. As primitive as they were, she felt a bit curious as she watched them go about their lives, spending a little time on watching them. She was a little surpised the orcs seemed to ignore her presence. She'd have expected a worse reaction considering the massacre yesterday. Different cultures, perhaps? Still, she wondered why they haven't acknowledged her and what it meant. She didn't think they were looking down on her. Have they accepted her as part of their settlement or tribe? She'd have to figure that out later.

Focusing, the girl followed her connection with Lassic, passing by a room filled with mating pairs. It seemed that after the last battle, they were working hard on restoring their numbers back to full strenght. It'd probably take them a while so she ignored that room for the time being, seeing no reason to interfere or get involved. She moved on, eventually coming across the throne once occupied by the late king. Now it was occupied by a familiar staff, with a crown-bearing spider hanging above it from a large web. "Good morning, Lassic. Nice decor." She deadpanned, approaching the throne. "Didn't think you liked to decorate. Anything important happened while I was out cold?"
 
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Finding her way back to Lassic and her spider, Rumia would quip about the decorations. Though she was clearly more interested in current events, Rumia would deadpan a few lines to get the ball rolling.

"These primitive things amuse me. They would all jump off a cliff one by one if you tell them too. Just get one to take the walk and the rest blindly follow. They are lemmings pretty much though they do have a use it seems. They do have the ability to recognize simple commands like, go fuck the first thing you see that is the opposite sex for example. That should keep them occupied for a while."

Lassic seemed to be enjoying this, he had fodder to command about as he saw fit so long as the crown were to remain on the spider. They clearly recognized strength as Lassic would use the spider that had just decimated their rank and file to subliminally inject commands into the minds of these simple creatures. The obvious one was that they needed to repopulate themselves.

"I admit that I am starting to tire of these things. You want that crown, just say the word. Otherwise I suggest you get yourself some clothing. There is some cloth that they used for themselves along with some primitive means to work it. Just go out of here then down the second path to the left. Three caves down is where the craftsmen area is. There is also a metalworking area not too far from there. I doubt you can make anything useful there, but it is there nonetheless."

The obvious path before Rumia would be to head over to the crafting areas and try to see if she could fashion herself some new clothing, or maybe a few toys perhaps? Of course there did not seem to be anything stopping her from taking a detour to another area.
 
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"Yeah, I imagine they'll be busy knocking the women up for a while." Rumia sighed, recalling her earlier experience. Those orcs could definitely keep going for a long time. Comparing them to lemmings was fairly accurate, though. With how stupid and obedient they were, there was not much use for them aside of cannon fodder. Still, maybe there was something that could be done with them, not that she had any idea what to do now. She came here to hunt troublesome monsters, but now she wasn't even sure what exactly she was supposed to kill. With Master reduced to scrap, she could hardly follow the mission anymore. Was it time to seek a new objective, or try to continue on her own?

"I think I'll take a look around first, see what we've got here." The girl declined the offer to wear the crown for now. First she'd have to see what these orcs had available. First order of business, however, was acquiring clothes. Following Lassic's direction, she went to the craftsmen area, intending to fashion herself at least some kind of skirt and a top. She'd really like her old outfit back, but it was unlikely she'd have the means or materials to reproduce it. Afterwards, she resolved to visit the forge to try and obtain some kind of knife for future use. Once she was equipped, the girl opted to take a tour of the whole place, see how the orcs lived and what else they've had here. She was also a bit curious about their mates - were those orc women, or perhaps other species as well?
 
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Rumia would start to theorize about a few things. What exactly was her purpose in this area? She had figured her intention to be hunting troublesome monsters. That would certainly have meant the Roc that she saw earlier and not these orcs? Without out Master available presently, that was about as far as she could gowith things. Her mind would wander down the path of was it time to move on to another objective or should she just abandon the initial plan entirely?

For the here and now though, Rumia would identify a rather pressing need. The crown that sat atop her spider's head was not one of them. On her to do list, was to see what she could manage in the way of constructing new clothes along with attempting to try her hands at the manufacture of a small improvised weapon like a knife once she were done creating the hot new fashion for the season.

Lassic's direction was accurate enough, and Rumia would arrive with nothing to really speak of happening on the 150 or so yard journey. She would notice a few orcs that were handling buckets of water, so there might be an underground sea or river of some kind within the tunnels.

As she would arrive in the crafting area, there were two distinct things she saw. A knitting loom that would fairly quickly send an eye back and forth through patterned lines of yarn. The other was that there seemed to be a fairly large supply of simple leather pieces. If the working of yarn was not much of Rumia's thing, she would be able to patchwork together some leather. Then again, maybe she could use her knowledge to show the orcs a more effective or efficient method of creation. She had a few options available though the crude methods available to her currently would very predictably yield less than stellar quality results.
 
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Glancing around, Rumia took note of the orcs carrying water. There had to be some kind of source underground, not a big suprise really. Natural caverns sometimes contained rivers or lakes, serving as a water repository. Not all of it was suitable for drinking, though, particularly still water. The girl guessed it was likely from a flowing source. She resolved to check it out later and confirm it for herself. Maybe there'd be something worth looking for there. First, however, she'd have to address her current issue, that is the critical lack of clothing.

Entering the craftsmen area, Rumia was a little suprised to see that the orcs had a functional loom. Crude as it was, maybe they weren't as stupid as she thought. Sadly, her knowledge regarding creation of outfits was lacking, so she'd have to work with what she got. After some thinking, she decided to use the loom to fashion herself a simple shirt and pants, then reinforce them with leather pieces on the outside. It'd be not very presentable and certainly inferior compared to her previous, armored outfit, but it'd do. Still, she swore to herself to learn how to either make better outfits from scratch or use magic to create them later. Once she was dressed again, she'd look into obtaining a knife.
 
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(2 cp for new outfit)

Rumia would weave herself a basic set of clothing, using leather where she could to reinforce it. Certainly not the epitome of fashion by any means, though it was functional and that counted for something. Rumia would pick up a few more scraps along with fashioning herself a sewing kit of a rather crude nature to take with her. Having pants now instead of a skirt, Rumia would notice once very tangible adantage. The pockets would allow Rumia to place the kit inside for later use.

From Lassic's instructions, Rumia would now head toward the metalworking area. There was a small area with standing water off on one side, with more basic tools that were made of flimsy metals as she went about the area inspecting what exactly she had to work with. At least there were a few fairly well stocked piles of ores seperated into Aluminum, Brass and Copper. The coloring of each making it fairly easy to tell what they were. A woodworking station was available as well, though unlike the metals there was a very limited supply of wood available.

As Rumia would start to attempt to make something, she realized what the fatal flaw was with these orcs and their awful weaponry almost immediately. The level of flame that they were able to generate was simply not good enough. It was a wonder that they were even able to handle the softer metals that they had available. In truth, Rumia could probably help with this issue as she was a fire mage afterall.
 
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(Brass is an alloy, not a natural metal. It's a mix of zinc and copper.)

Looking her finished creations over, Rumia wasted no time and dressed herself promptly, pocketing some sewing supplies for later. The outfit would provide her with a decent measure of protection against elements and other dangers. With that out of the way, she moved on to do some metalworking next. The forging are was a bit more disappointing than the weaving workshop. There was a decent supply of water for tempering, but the metals available were relatively soft. The tools were rather flimsy and basic. The biggest problem, however, was the lack of a proper furnace. The metals gathered here had low melting points, but the heat was too weak even for that.

The mage frowned deeply as she considered the problem. True, her fire spells would likely serve her well here and likely enable her to run the forge. However, she had no intention of staying around here forever. She'd have to draw up some plans for a superior furnace later. Shouldn't be too hard, really, considering ancient people were able to work with copper and bronze easily enough. The presence of aluminium was a suprise - to her knowledge, the ore was notoriously hard to work with using conventional means and usually required being dissolved in chemicals to yield the metal. Yet here it was, stockpiled. A lucky break, or were those orcs clever in some ways after all?

Either way, Rumia had her work cut out for her. Starting a proper fire first, she began to work on smelting some brass before mixing in some aluminium. From what she recalled, adding the latter made the former stronger and more resistant against wear and tear. It also formed a layer of aluminium oxide on the surface that protected from corrosion. She'd let the alloy mix before allowing it to harden into a small bar, then get to working it into the shape of a knife. A short part of the bar would be left relatively unchanged, merely molded into a shape that'd match her closed fist in lenght - she'd wrap some leather straps around that part later to make a handle. The remaining, longer part of the metal bar was flattened into a blade, which she'd sharpen once everything else was ready.
 
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(Thats what I get for being distracted when I post a reply.. Basic science fail get, lol)

Rumia would examine the metalworking area further and realize the orcs had been capable of producing brass and aluminum. Brass was likely manufactured somehow, but the aluminum was more a mystery since it does not normally occur naturally.

Not really wanting to ponder metallurgy too much, Rumia would set herself upon crafting a blade she could use in close quarters. The first ingredient was getting the fire going. The second was maintaining it at a temperature that was sufficient to work with. Her choice of materials was to start with brass and then mix in some aluminum to create a blade that would be durable and resistant to being rusted.

After creating her bar of metal to work into the knife she intended to make, Rumia would start to work the bar into shape. Leaving the first third of the bar relatively unchanged, she would use that part for the handle of the blade. The remainder would be flattened out and molded into a blade. The process was a little crude, but the result was a perfectly functional blade that would be able to help with close combat situations. Most likely to repel enemies that had gotten a little too into her personal space.

(Item: Knife - Useable AOO to get out of grapples and attack anything in range ["range" defined as something either grappling or wanting to grapple])

(To all the science nerds that know brass and aluminum are dissimilar metals, fuck you. It's the egg and I can turn fundamental science on its head because I feel like it.)
 
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After she pounded the bar into the right shape and let it cool, Rumia wrapped some leather around the blunt part to make a handle before sharpening the blade to ensure it'd have a useful edge. Now that she was armed, she set about making some improvements around this place. There was ore that could be used here, even tools that could be used to work it, but the place lacked a decent furnace to produce the required heat. After pondering the issue a bit, the girl decided the easiest way to improve the situation would be to construct a kiln. Even a simple chamber that'd be heated up by a coal-fueled fire would do, all that mattered was not letting the heat go to waste. The ore could be placed inside and allowed to melt. The metal could be collected through a drain of some description.

The first step to making a useful kiln would be acquiring materials. She'd need regular stone blocks or bricks to build one, or she'd have to carve one out of stone. Or build it out of something else, really - something solid that would not melt easily. Even a simple kiln made for pottery could be repurposed for smelting. Looking around, Rumia would attempt to locate something she could use to construct a proper, if primitive, metalworking furnace. If she failed to locate any useful materials, she'd have to try her luck elsewhere. Or put the idea aside for the moment and return to checking out the camp. She'd have to make a harness of some kind for her new knife, too. Leather would probably be the material of choice for that, which meant a short return trip to the clothmakers.
 
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Rumia would look to upgrade the facilities a little. Though this undertaking would be almost impossible on her own. At least she did have a voice in her head..

"Rather ambitious don't you think? Surprised you would help them actually. So they should at least help you."

The voice was clearly Lassic's. Though what was he on about? How could a being trapped in a staff help with this? Rumia would be reminded as 3 orcs, 2 male and 1 female would arrive.

"There is chromium in the caverns nearby along with iron fairly readily available, though these primitives lack the ability to mine them."

With the knowledge of the mineral rich area, Lassic at least knew of a few ore deposits that were much more suitable metals to work with. Iron and chromium would allow for the manufacture of stainless steel. A material far more durable than anything readily available to her currently. If she were to build this smithy up, this would be the best place to start.
 
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Rumia sighed as she heard Lassic chime in. At least he seemed to be helpful, in his own way. "Metals can wait until we've got some decent way of processing them here." She frowned, noting the orcs that came in. "If they can't mine them, they're not going to be worth much anyway. This place needs a proper furnace first. We need stone, bricks, clay, anything we can use to build a smelter. Some bellows would be nice, too." Metal would be a poor choice for that, considering it could also fall apart from the heat. Not to mention, it'd be much more difficult to handle and work with on account of it's heat conductivity. Stone, at the very least, served as insulation against the temperatures inside, making the furnace both more efficient as less heat escaped and easier to remain around for long.

"Though I admit, once we got the forge running properly those metals are going to come in very handy." The fire mage nodded her head, hoping that Lassic was listening and she wasn't just talking to herself. "We're going to need mining equipment for that, though. If they lack any decent tools, then it'd be more prudent to construct some better mining facilities and use the ores they've got here to make them. A pickaxe and a shovel shouldn't be too hard to make, they're relatively simple." She set off, intending to look around to find and check what sort of mining equipment the orcs had on hand. "Think you can have some of them work on a simple kiln at least while I look into those ore veins?"
 
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Rumia would start about looking to build up this forge piece by piece. Deciding that the most important part of the process was the construction of a kiln. Going over the possibilites Rumia would dismiss metal almost immediately as it would not hold up to the heat.

Considering other options, she could simply dig a ditch in the ground taking advantage of the stone structure of the mountains themselves. Bricks would be nice but she saw no manner to collect them nor method to create them readily available. Clay however would most likely be a possibility. Remembering that the orcs were collecting water from somewhere, the likely source being an underground river. Rumia would make the connection that clay could be harvested from the riverbed. Clay that would be used to construct a kiln.

As Rumia would inspect the equipment available to them, it was clear that the tools currently available were of poor quality at best. Rumia would be able to almost bend the tools with her bare hand as they were constructed with fairly soft metals.

Rumia had a few options, she could go to the river to at worst know where it is going forward. She could also go to the places where there were ore deposits. The iron ore and the chromium deposits were in separate areas, though she would need one of the orcs to take her there the first time. It was just a matter of trying to figure out the best way to handle the tasks at hand.
 
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