Yurgo grew in the moutains with his family, around 10 orcs. They heard stories of the Horde growing, becoming stronger, so they decided to come down the mountains, to join the orcs of San’Velku so they could partake in the rising of this nation. Yurgo was talking with another orc of his family about the spirits, when suddently arrows started to fly through the air, hitting his friends, his brother and his mother. An ambush, an elven ambush. Cowards like they were, they hid in what they loved so much, trees. They managed to shoot down almost half of the family, before the orcs gathered themselves. As there was no way to pull the tree-lovers down, Yurgo and the remaining members decided to leave and gather their strength. So Yurgo ran and ran, until he heard noise behind him, feet hitting the ground. The party of cowards jumped off their trees and were now after them. The uruk hid behind a tall oak, waiting for the pointy ears to pass past him. Other orcs had the same idea, as Yurgo could not see any of them anymore, all hidden. They were now hunting those who ambushed them.
As soon as the elves ran past Yurgo, he jumped out of behind the tree and the other orcs jumped out too, surprising the poor tree lovers. It was a slaughter, the four remaining orcs managed to deal with the elven hunting party in a few minutes, breaking their fragile bones and crushing their heads with their bare hands. It was a tense battle with both sides fighting to the last. Ultimately the orcs would emerge victorious and Yurgo would cheer beside them.
Then, happy of their kills, Yurgo and his family gathered the wounded and the dead and continued towards San’Velku, ready to join the Horde.
