An Orc`s Biography: Lugrub-gro-Bokshn, ummm...this is my first time to write a story,,,so enjoy! Options

[ureniashtram]

Hi! Im ureniashtram,this is my first time to post a new story around here..so comments and crits are welcome.. A bit of my grammar maybe wrong so tell me if im mistaken so i can clean it up later.. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 : The Night Of The Daedra

"They are coming!"said the man in rags. The other refugees hiding in the tavern just cuddled up to each other in fear, panic or just taking advantage on the situation, Lugrub did not want know.

"Calm yourself, them puny Daedra are no match for Lugrub`s axe. Too bad Despair Pleaser got broken." an Orc, clad in Imperial Legion Armor tried to calm them by cursing the demons. That did little to ease the panic and Fear on their hearts. Growling in frustration, he kicked off the door and rushed at the field of battle. A figure also followed him, but like a phantom, Lugrub never noticed.

The field near the Chapel was beaming with activity. Mainly; Killing, Destroying and Maiming. Lugrub smiled insanely, the corner of his green lips reaching his ears. Letting out a battlecry, Lugrub charged at the fray with his Axe raised.

The nearest Dremora charged at Lugrub, mace leading the way. Lugrub narrowed his eyes and sent a demonic glare at the Dremora. That stopped him in his tracks by Fear.

The orc gripped his axe tightly, and waiting for the right time, threw it with strength that could make many Nords cry in jealousy. The hit severed the Dremora's head, and decapitated two more before the Axe found itself on the chest of a Dremora Valkynaz.

"Raarrgghh! Get the mortal's head! Grunfrak demands it!" the Valkynaz roared and cursed Lugrub for his pain, while the Dremoras and Scamps obeyed immediately. A few seconds later, the Valkyn had body torn in half by an Axe thrown by Lugrub.

As they charged at the Orc, they failed to notice eight Kvatch archers and a tall bosmer stand from their hiding spot. Many Daedra were dead before they knew what hit them.

A dread silence passed, and they felt the ground shook violently.

"Mehrunes himself has came to play! How nice!" the Orc cackled wildly while picking up a Daedric shield and Mace. Before they could react, two fireballs flew past the laughing orc and exploded upon impact on the Chapel. Several stories of cement and bricks rained down on the Imperial Guards. They were crushed like bugs.

A great shadow suddenly covered the field, silencing it with awe. A caterpillar like machine, with a large fiery hole on it's front, dwarfed the entire field if not Kvatch itself. It sent two fireballs at Lugrub, who managed to dodge on time. The guards raised their shields, in attempt to protect themselves. A few minutes passed and nothing happened.

"What is happening?"

"The..Machine..its not firing!"

"We have defeated them!"

All of the guards cheered, like they won. But this is just beggining. Raising their swords in air, they whooped and celebrated in what they thought a major victory.

"Renius,go to the chapel and see if there any survivors. " ordered a man with a bandana on his head. He wore the typical garb of the Kvatch Guards, or what's left of it at least.

"I appreciate the help you two, but get back to the chapel help Renius anyway you can."

"Ha! Lugrub do not wish to help, but fight! You Imperials are weak!" roared Lugrub.

A chuckle erupted from behind, and an unnaturally tall bosmer appeared. He wore a typical huntsman attire, with silver arrows and an iron bow slinged on his shoulders.

"All muscle, no brains." commented the Wood-Elf. The orc reached for a stone threw it at the snickering Elf. It hit straight on the face, with his mouth bleeding.

"Can't you come out here and show me that ridiculously powerful Orchish muscle of yours?"

"That's just the beginning, pal come here. I'll have you arrested because of your attitude!"

"This is not the time to be squablling! Go to the chapel and help Renius!"yelled the Captain to the two men arguing.

"..just having a little fun..Ok, then." said Menathil with a mocking tone. Nearly there, the Machine again fired and caught, ironically, the guards off guard.

"Agh!"

"Prepare yourselves!"

"Where are the Gods when we need them?!" all of the guards are now panicking and their morale lost.

Menathil and Lugrub looked and was shocked when the Machine, was shooting fire balls to them. "Run!" the elf yelled, sprinting for the door of the Chapel like a man who lost his wife.

"Orc, lookout!"and when Lugrub looked up he saw the very chapel falling to him. "C'mon, don't you stand there, come here!"ordered a young Imperial. Lugrub looked to the direction of the voice, and saw a guard running to him.

"Wha-"

An explosve sound erupted and Lugrub thought he was dead but when he opened his eyes,he was alive. He looked around him thinking he could thank the imperial but saw no one.

"Imperial where ar-" he was surprised that the bloody head of the Imperial was right beneath the debris.

"This is no time to mourn Orc, let's go!" Menathil shouted, while making a gesture with his hands to 'come here'. Lugrub suddenly felt pain on his head. Reaching up to touch his throbbing head, he fainted.

"Orc, Orc!"then all was black. Menatil tried all of his might to removed the debris that buried Lugrub. And after a few minutes, he finally recovered the bloody and injured body of the arrogant Orc.

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All right folks thats chapter 1 ill add more later-ureniashtram.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Apr 9 2010, 10:55 PM

[ureniashtram]

Chapter 5:　Ritual Of Ascension: Rite Of Endurance


Lugrub thought fast. He knew only demigods can hold off an entire army by theirselves. And when he mentally said 'demigod' he smiled. He thought of a plan, a plan that would hold the Daedric army back and dwindle their numbers by something heavy and hard.

He looked around his surroundings, and much to his delight, found eight rock laying nearby. The only flaw he noticed on his plan was how to lift them and throw it towards the approaching army. 'All muscle, no brains.' he thought for himself.

Then an evil grin formed on his lips. He jogged towards the neaby rocks, picked them up like it seemed like paper, and hurled two giant rocks at the daedras who were unfortunate enough to be crushed. Lugrub continued this, until all the rocks are thrown.

Lugrub, now preparing himself for incoming army, studied his gear.

The armor seemed harder than daedric armor. It also enhanced his strengh, intelligence, speed and agillity to such a degree, the former orsimer could cast Journeyman spells in all arcane arts, the abillity to evade five strikes per second, to run fast like the wind and the abillity to pick heavier objects with ease.

Lugrub then studied his newly aquired weapon. It seemed it glowed with several magickal enchantments. The first enchantment can deal ungodly amounts of fire to the target to such amount, a minor explosion would erupt.

The second is a twisted combination of damage health and absorb health. The third one seemed to be a paralyze spell for atleast half a minute. The fourth one seemed to destroy the target's whole armor with one strike.

Lugrub smiled when he knew what enchantments his new axe holded. He named it 'Terrorsigil', a name of a weapon so evil that it forever changed Tamriel. A name of a weapon whispered in silence, even to the current day.

He thought that accepting Mehrunes Dagon's offer to become the Vessel of Destruction and lay waste upon the mortal realm was the right choice.

Before he could continue his dark thoughts, he was interrupted when the first group of eight Dremora Valkynaz came rushing at him. Even to a powerful being like Lugrub, a Valkynaz group is a threat.

The group of Dremora circled Lugrub for almost an eternity, but in reality, only a few seconds passed when a Dremora swung his sword in a backhand slash, in hopes of decapitating Lugrub.

The former orc ducked, and seeing an opening, punched the dremora with his free hand. The hit connected, and to everyone's suprise, disintegrated the dremora's armor and crushed his ribs.

Lugrub then blocked a few hits from a longsword-wielding dremora, while at the same time evading a warhammer looking forward to crush his skull. He swung his axe like a whirlwind, and sliced the two dremora in two.

He then tackled a bewildered dremora, and buried his spiked boot at the dremora's face that made a bloody hole in the middle of the dremora's head. After seeing what he had done, Lugrub cast a lightning spell towards another dremora, that sent a very painful shock at the dremora's whole body.

The remaining dremora tried to run, but Lugrub catched up to them, and decapitated them. Lugrub rested for a bit. He never had action like these in his life. A few minutes passed, and he heard a certain howl. A howl that made his blood cold. A howl from two Gnasherhusks.

Lugrub felt his legs numb, and his mouth wide open. He was shocked when he realized that there was not two Gnasherhusk, but one.

And Lugrub knew from it's appearance that it is not an ordinary demon. Roaring in desperation and rage, Lugrub lunged himself at the creature and kneed it at the stomach.

He then grabbed it by the neck, and hurled it, with tremendous force, towards a part of a ruin, that literally broke the Gnasherhusk' whole body. Rising from the debris, the Gnasherhusk picked up a rather big pillar and threw it at Lugrub.

Time seemed to slow down as Lugrub grabbed the pillar mid-air and crushed the Gnasherhusk Enforcer beneath it.

Feeling proud of himself, Lugrub let out a demonic battlecry and charged at the whole Daedric army.

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2 days later...
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Lugrub stood on a pile of bodies, that it seemed he was on top of a black mountain. Beneath him was the charred, broken, and dead bodies of the bold dremora who tried to stop the Destroyer's Pawn. With his last ounce of stamina and voice, he cried out;

"I am Lugrub the Vessel of Destruction! None can stop my rampage through the mortal realm. I am Destruction Incarnate!"

while he said this, his body was engulfed in a red mist. And with a blink of an eye, he was in his room again. Walking towards his bed, he was suprised when he felt it was soft. A few seconds passed, and Lugrub fell asleep. The former orc opened his eyes to see a figure seated on a mountain shaped throne, with a frown on the figure's face.

Around him is a vaccum of grey ashes, with many floating stones hoavering all over the place. As Lugrub rubbed the sleepiness off of his eyes, his mouth almost fell off of his jaw. There seated on his throne, Malacath eyed Lugrub like a parent scowling a son. A few seconds passed, and a beaming light showered the both of them. A stoic bearded man appeared and approached Malacath and said;

"It appears that one of your 'sons' had already fallen to the little Destroyer's grasp. Surely you may want to do something about it, Malacath?"

"What do you want, Talos? You may be a God of War, but IN MY REALM, I'M the SUPREME POWER!! What I DO in MY REALM is NONE of YOUR business!" roared the God of Curses to the amused Aedra. Talos retorted with;

"I am merely informing you that after Dagon is finished with the mortal realm, which will never happen of course, he will turn his attention to the lesser Daedric Lords like you. He will most likely try to start an endless war.

How about this. You stop him, by whatever means, and Lord Akatosh will turn you into one of us again, Trinimac. It seems that a certain old 'friend' is returning and your dealing with him in the past is quite needed."

"L..Lorkhan? G..ge..get OUT NOW!" Malacath yelled again at the Aedra. Talos merely smiled, and was gone in a blinding light. After that, Malacath turned his attention to the confused Lugrub. Malacath stood up and levitated towards the dumbfounded and shocked Lugrub.

"As for you, little orc. You just made a serious mistake by trusting that fool, Dagon." and after Malacath said this, Lugrub truly awoke.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: May 6 2010, 03:13 AM