I wake up feeling sore all over… did that wheeled thing not kill me? Wait, what exactly was it? It was metal, and had wheels, that much I can remember… but nothing much else…
Whatever, I guess I am alive and in a medical… place… gotta do something about forgetting all these words…

Someone older speaks in a language I don’t recognize with a very thick accent, and I nearly jump out of my skin. “Wha- what happened? Where am I?”
“Ah, you speak this language. Not a refugee like I was, eh?”
“Refugee? No, no… not a refugee…”
“Well, we found you at our holy land, near The God Axe.”
“The what?” I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. I seem to be in a large, round leather tent. Gods, there’s a word for it… Yurt? I think I’m in a yurt…

“You really don’t know about The Axe?” The older man asks.

The yurt is adorned on the inside with trinkets and baskets of drying herbs & vegetables hanging from above, as well as many clay pots littering the ground. Somewhere outside my field of vision is the person speaking to me, making something that smells good. “No… I don’t-'' I start to get up but stop short, realizing that I am naked under my fur blankets.

“Don’t move yet.” the man says as I cry out in pain and confusion. “There was a most unusual bolt of heavenly fury, what you’d call lightning, that struck near The Axe, and we found you there on the ground; naked and passed out.”
“I told you, I don’t know what the Axe is!”
“In my culture, we all know about the divine weapons; the very instruments used by the Gods when they warred over who should watch over the world and set forth the rules for its people.”
“...did I get isekai’d?” I ask myself, bringing my hands up to look at them.

“What’s an isekai?”

Looking down at myself, I see to my shock that I have large-yet-slender hands; muscular arms; and that I’m green. I try rubbing and gently scratching my arms to see if whatever this is will come off, but no luck. A quick pinch should wake- OW! Okay then… This is real. 

Green skin… what fantastical races have green skin again?
I check my teeth with my tongue only to find that they aren’t my usual teeth, and that I have tusks. Still have an underbite though.

Green skin, tusks and an underbite…

“I’m an orc!?”
“You say this as though you didn’t know about that, young miss.”
“M-miss!?” I swiftly check myself over to confirm his words. “I really am a woman…”
“Miss, are you okay?”
“I think I need a moment… I’m in what I think is a yurt-”
“Yep. A yurt.”
“I… I think I died…”
The old man snorted a small laugh. “You seem pretty alive to me.”
“And I’m an orc woman.”
“Correct.”
“I am not hallucinating or dreaming?”
“Definitely not.”
“.....yep, definitely got isekai’d.”
“What exactly is an isekai? This is the second time you’ve brought this up. Is it something bad?” The old man finally walks within my field of vision, and sure enough he is wearing a simple robe and he is an orc… just like me, apparently... This confirms to me that this is an isekai situation.
“No no, it’s nothing bad… just, I was… different, from somewhere else, I was crossing the road and then I got struck hard by a metal… wagon? One with no pack animal pulling it… I can’t recall what it was exactly, but… the next thing I know, I’m now an orc woman lying naked in bed with what feels like a full-body headache.” I’m starting to notice how warm it is in here.
“Different and from somewhere else while in pain… and you say that you died. Sounds to me that you were sent here by the Gods.”
“Come on, tell me what God would send someone like me to this world?”
“I have an idea, but this world has had many people like you that were sent by the various Gods. Some good, some… not so good. All claiming to be from a different land, all sharing a feeling of pain in some way, all having no memory of this world, and all found near The God Weapons. In fact, my granddaughter and her cousin Na’Tali both have a great-great grandmother that was sent by the Gods as well!”
“That is great, but how do I get back?”
“Why so quick to leave? Is your world a paradise?”
“Well, no. Not really. Kind of the opposite… what with pollution and bigotry…”
“Were you loved by many?”
“No… I was alone in a world full of people…”
“Were you important to anyone?”
“No… Just another set of hands doing menial labor for little pay…”
“Perhaps, then, was the food good at least?”
“That it was! The food was good, I can tell you that was true.”
“So you want to return for food? Well, I suppose that I have heard worse reasons for things…”
“There are other reasons that I… can not seem to remember…”

The old man pauses.

“Maybe… give this land a try before deciding to leave, eh?”
“Well, if I’m going to stay… May I please have some clothes?” A sudden sharp pain in my gut became apparent. “And maybe some food too?”
“The second one I was already preparing.” He says, turning and leaving my field of vision again. “The first is also a simple enough matter, as there happens to be a spare set of women’s clothes right there on your feet.”
Looking down, I see he’s right - there’s a small pile of clothes right where he said, laying on my feet. I swiftly reach for them and start to put them on. Some rough cloth undergarments, a simple leather sleeveless crop top and fur trim, a long stitched leather skirt, and a leather belt.
While getting dressed I notice that I am rather jacked. Muscular, but not overly swollen; nice toned muscles everywhere. I mean, hey, I’d date a girl like me!

By the time I finish getting dressed, my caretaker is turning around with a wooden bowl of stew with a matching carved wooden spoon.
With one swift motion I snatch the bowl and take a bite of stew. The flavors are hard to describe, but MMMM, so GOOD!
“I see someone’s hungry. Glad for it to be to your liking.”
I realize immediately that my table manners just now were awful, as I am his guest and he is responsible for saving my life. “Thank you for the food.” I say meekly as I sit back down on the bed.
“It is always a pleasure to help one of the Godsent. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to clean up the kitchen.”

After I scarf down the fantastic meal, I sheepishly ask for his name.
“In your language? I believe it translates as Great River Stone. In mine? La‘Borra.”
“La… Borra… alright.” My tongue struggles with words that are both unfamiliar, yet strangely homely. I decided to commit his name to my now hole-riddled memory.
Hopefully he won’t say the words I do not want to hear- “So, what of you? What is your name?” NO!
“Uh, I… don’t want to say… it’s embarrassing…” I certainly can’t tell him what I was called before coming here. A name like that is best left behind with my old body… Out of everything I DO remember, why does that name have to be one of them?!
“You can tell me. I won’t judge.”
I cannot. I will not. I must not. I shall not. Please don’t make me say it!
“...Oh. I see… you didn’t like your name from before, did you? The one you had before being sent by the Gods.”
I weakly shake my head with a pained expression.
“I understand. In that case…there is no need to share it. However… everyone and everything needs a name. Is there truly nothing you would prefer to be called?”
An odd feeling comes over me. Like making a… person? For a… thing… you have fun interacting with… but also as if I am being given a second chance at existing? I’m a girl now, so I need a matching name. There was always one…at the back of my mind…

“Laura… Can I be called that?”
La’Borra’s eyes go wide with shock and his jaw drops. “La’Ra? Great Meat?!”
“I, uh… I mean, where I come from, it’s just a feminine name referring to a plant…”
He relaxes a little at that. “Ah, well, that makes more sense, I suppose. The name you have chosen, La’Ra - it can mean that you have large muscles. Lar’Ra, on the other hand, would mean you’re a very big rock; a boulder.”
“I suppose Lar’Ra could be a good name for me.”
“Also, if I may ask… what is it like where you’re from?” 
“Well, uh… it’s hard to explain, and I don’t really remember everything about it. Also, I’d rather not talk about it if I can help it…”
“Fair enough. Come, then, the village is waiting to see you.” He says, standing and making his way for a flap in the yurt, which seems to act as a sort of furred doorway.
I decide that I may as well bite the… arrowhead? That doesn’t feel like the expression I’m thinking of, but whatever. I stand to follow him outside, and immediately notice that I am well over six feet tall! Before I continue, I look down at the leather skirt and sway my body to and fro, watching it move. On a whim I do a little twirl, and the skirt flares out as I spin. Oh my Gods, this is the best thing ever! Girls have it so good!

Ahem.

Upon exiting the yurt I see a bunch of other orcs of all sizes, shapes, and shades, apparently all coming to greet me.

I’ve never been good at being the center of attention…