GreatLemur
Explorer
In the game I'm running now, the closest thing to orcs are a type of degenerate humans called (by various sources), raveners, hungrymen, eaters, or broken clan. They actually owe a lot more to Cthulhu mythos ghouls and the "Sense and Antisense" episode of Millennium, though: They're not the creation of some Tolkienesque dark god, but a natural mode of humanity activated by deprivation, exposure to brutality, and--most importantly--cannibalism. They crop up among the survivors of especially long and destructive wars; people who've had to live like animals, who've had civilization beaten out of them, can start to change physically, to better survive their new conditions. Their fingerbones extend through the skin to become claws, their senses become sharper (and carrion of all sorts starts to smell appetizing), their bodies reshape to accomodate both bipedal and quadrupedal movement, and the external cartilage of their noses and ears atrophy (just 'cause I want 'em to look ugly).Dragonhelm said:What other ways can orcs develop their own sense of identity?
They're a hell of a lot more animalistic than orcs, really, and therefore a lot less dangerous. These guys aren't packing falchions and studded leather, they're bare-ass naked and throwing rocks (and possibly excrement) at you. They're very much a goblin-level cannon-fodder enemy.
However, assuming that their living conditions don't change, the second generation of raveners is even more bestial and dangerous than the first, being born for savagery, rather than just retrofitted. On the other hand, if a pack of raveners actually manages to find a decent food supply and live in safety for a while, they'll start birthing completely normal human infants (who are sure to have an interesting childhood).
A couple nights ago, my players tore through a whole pack of these things, including the extremely pregnant one. I'd actually come up with a Heal check DC to safely cut the maybe-human-maybe-not infant out of its mother's corpse, but unfortunately I hadn't gotten a chance to even tell the party that the thing could be human . . . so the Cloisetered Cleric of the patron saint of birth, death, and midwives promptly knifed the mother in the belly after coup de gracing her (which wasn't out of character, really, midwives often serving as abortionists and all). Fortunately (for my entertainment, anyway), the Druid had the morbid curiosity to dissect the thing a little, so she got to see that the creature's offspring would have been completely normal . . . and decided not to tell anybody about it.