Mogroka'Gorkil Story

[Sultan 3953]

Child Hood

Mogroka'Gorkil was born into a mighty clan of Orcs the Gorkil clan. A clan famous for there savagery and bloodlust. Growing up in a traditional clan meant that Mogroka would become a big, strong Orc not only that but also he would become the chieftain of the clan one day as he was the Son of the current chieftain Han'Gorkil. That would mean that Mogroka would need to learn how to kill without feeling. At the age of five his father starting bringing him to slaughter animals when he was used to the blood and the noises. His father brought him his first real kill a Halfling. Han'Gorkil Told his son the same way you did the animals. Mogroka was fearful at first but his father kept encouraging him. He went to the halfing on the floor and knelt. Mogroka grabbed the Halflings hair and exposed his neck, His father shouted; "While you look into his eyes do it!", Mogroka Looked in to the Halfings eyes and with his other hand grabbed his knife from his belt and put it up against the Halflings throat, he started to squeal and beg but nothing would stop Mogroka now he wanted to prove himself to his father. He started to cut the Halflings throat, blood gushed out, Mogroka let go of the Halfings Hair. The Halflings body started emptying out the blood inside it, the floor was covered.. Mogroka licked his knife and put it away his father was Proud of him. There were many more kills until Mogroka Stopped feeling any pity or remorse.

At the age of eleven, something terrible happened, Humans Raided the Gorkils village While most of the Gorkil warriors were away with the Dom clan fighting the Rex clan In what was called the Clan wars. Only a few males were left in the village, Han'Gorkil was one of them. When the Warning Horn was heard, Han rushed to his son and put him into the secret celler under his home and told him not to leave until the sun is up. Mogroka stayed down there for what seemed to be a long time and no one came for him he felt worried and decided it was time to get out. Mogroka was angered at what he saw, his whole village was slaughtered. Considering the village only had a handful of males they did kill around five times there own numbers of human raiders. Mogroka started walking through the dead until he came to his fathers body, he was surrounded by the gored bodies of twenty human raiders but his father was not dead, Mogroka Knelt down beside his father and started weeping. With all his strength Han 'Mogroka Slapped his son. And yelled "Do not cry you fool!", Mogroka Stopped and looked at his father. "Good Strong Orcs do not cry, boy you listen to me, my blood and your whole clans blood is on your neck. Swear to me this that you wont stop killing Humans until your last breath and that someday you will revive the Gorkils.",

"I swear Father", and with that Han'Gorkil went to Krug. Mogroka Opened his fathers hand and took Gurthang the Gorkils Chiftens Battleaxe from his father and started walking into the desert.

The Wandering years

Mogroka, now at the age of fifty was still wandering the desert, he was seeking power and strength for his vengeance. It was Hard in the desert; Mogroka would go for days without any food or water. He started to hear a voice guiding him through the desert he followed it he hoped it was Krug helping him reach his goal. The voice lead him to a Great cave under what seemed to be a sand dune and ruins of a old village. The voice told him "Enter and you will find what you have been searching for." he did but what he found was far from what he was searching for. The cave was filled with pigmen, which were easy to dispatch, and he arrived at what seemed like a hall with a giant throne which was nothing compared to what was seated on it; a Giant Pigman. The Giant pigmen Spoke to Mogroka, "The master told me you would come Mogroka we have been watching you from the day you left the village. The master knows what you want and he can grant you that and more, all you need to do is join us, join Iblees' side.",

"Hur Hur Hur Hur" filled the room, Mogroka was laughing, the pigmans eyes went red, "You and your fool Iblees may taste my axe, you want me to betray my father Krug who fought with ibless for 60 years? Fool!", with that Mogroka took his throwing axe and hurled it towards the Giant Pigman and then started to charge towards him with the Gurthang Axe in his hands. The Pigman casualy took the axe to the shoulder, which seemed to not affect it in any way, and it also charged towards Mogroka and swung his enormous blade towards Mogrokas face. Mogroka swung his axe downward and locked the sword behind the curve of the axeblade, they both were struggling to push the axe towards eachother.

Mogrokas axe was getting closer to his face, the pigmen giant was strong, until the axe sunk into his left eye. Mogroka was in fury, his Bloodlust awakened, his vision turned red. Mogroka screamed, "That was a mistake Pig! You've made me angry!!", he started pushing the axe out of his eye and with the bloodlust overpowered the pigman. He threw the pigmen to the floor and jumped on it and tore out the throwing axe in his shoulder and sunk it into its eye. Then he took the Gurthang and started to strike the Pigmans chest, the sound of breaking ribs echoed around the room as Mogroka threw the axe aside lunged in with his hands and tore out the pigmans heart. Filled with rage he started to eat the heart whilst the pigman was still watching, half dead. Just as the pigman took his last breath Mogroka blacked out.

Back with others

Mogroka was Found in the desert near by Sanhar he was nursed back to health by an old Grandmother his saver. The Grandmother told Mogroka what had happend to the orcs in the past years, how the clans had dispersed and weak orcs would not be dealt with properly (killed) thus crippling the Orc race, how they were not that tall or big, how some Orcs treated Humans and Elves with trust and respect while their ancestors would only respect dwarves and looked at elves and humans as weak. Mogroka Felt that this must be changed some how, clans must come back but mogroka is not Without honor he stayed by the old grandmothers side. Until she died she did not have any kin so Mogroka inherited her land it was a big land fit for a clan territory he would achieve one of his fathers promises; reviving the Gorkils. He knew that the Rex clan spared the other clans with in the Dom clan and he knew the Gorkil warriors were with the Dom clan. He started to walk around the orc nation with his axe in hand in hope some one would recognize the the Gurthang axe. One day while walking from Sanjizel to Sanhar he was ambushed by four orcs. One of them spoke "we have been watching you for days, that axe, where did you get it?"

It is my axe and my fathers axe before me and his fathers axe before him and before us all it was My forefather Gorkils axe. With that the four Orcs knelt down and Swore that ther shall serve and protect the Gorkil clan and its people with honor. The one before spoke again, "Thank Krug for your safety Mogroka we thought The Chieftain line died out"

Mogroka smiled and replied "It has not, im glad other Gorkils are still around."

"There are more Gorkil alive."

"Good gather all the Gorkil you know and come to the lands South of Krugs Fort, there we will rebuild."

This is just the beginning of Mogroka and the Gorkils story.

[Danny 2232]

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