Thrakka's Big Journey

I headed out from home on a mission for the first time today. Sire wants me to contact the Northern Reach stronghold of Mor Khazgur and renew our relationship. I convinced him to let me take Uncle Ghorbash, who was getting restless anyway and spends all his time hacking up training dummies with his bizarre steel axe. So finally the morning arrived and we headed out through the gates.

We traveled the winding mountain passes for a few hours, passing a squad of Imperials escorting a Nord prisoner. Uncle exchanged a gruff greeting with them, saluted, and we moved on to continue following the river North. That afternoon, we came to a large settlement straddling the river, and swarming with Forsworn. I saw it first, and guided Ghorbash around it to avoid him feeling honorbound to just start massacring the villagers. I may be strong, but I'm still largely untested in battle and it would be foolish to just dive in and attack such a huge group. So we continued on with a slight detour. Not a mile down the river though, we were set upon by a Forsworn scouting party! One pounced on me from a rocky overhang above, but his "sword" as just a glorified stick with some kind of teeth glued onto it, and it just bounced off my orcish armor barely leaving a scratch. I hacked him apart with my battle axe, then Ghorbash and I finished off the other two

We paused to catch our breath and check our equipment at a nearby mining camp on the road to Karthwasten, where a group of friendly humans gave us some sweet mead, perhaps just because they were intimidated and didn't want trouble. It was starting to get late, and slightly inebriated we decided to sleep there.

In the morning, we continued on our path until we reached the mining town of Karthwasten in the afternoon. Arriving there, we saw a dispute unfolding between the miners and some mercenaries who apparently worked for a family called the Silverbloods. The mercs were protecting the mine from those lunatic Forsworn... but the miners didn't see it that way. They complained that their options were to either be attacked by the feral Bretons, or be pushed off their own property by the greedy Nord family of thieves who were scheming for a land grab.

One miner was a fetching orc lass who I vaguely remembered from home... Lash gra-Dushnikh. Had she run away when we were welps? I caught up with her to chat, and she had indeed left the stronghold years ago and was told by her mother, our smith, not to come home. Why not? She seemed strong and capable to me... I decided to try and convince her to join my orcish horde. After all, I needed more than one follower to make a horde! But how could I impress her?

I asked around the town for more details on what was going on, and that evening I went into the mines and confronted the mercenary leader. I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. He gathered up his cowardly men and they slunk away back home to their Silverblood masters. The folks of Karthwasten didn't think they had heard the last of the unscrupulous Nord family, but they were pleased they could get back to work, and rewarded me with a few ingots of pure silver. Best of all, Lash was so impressed that I had helped her friends, that she agreed to accompany me to Mor Khazgur! She went to grab her mother's old iron sword, we all got a good night's rest, and prepared to continue our journey on the morrow.

Next day we continued North on the road along the river, until eventually we had to cross the water at the base of a large waterfall... this took us too close to a Forsworn redoubt, and two of the primitive Bretons began shooting at us! Their flimsy arrows either missed or bounced off our armor, and we all charged in to butcher them. Lash got her first kill, and rewarded herself by stripping the revealing hide armor off of her foe, and putting it on instead of her frumpy miner's outfit. We then continued up the mountainside unscathed. Another couple of hours travel later, we approached the wooden fortifications of Mor Khazgur! But there was a group of humans before us, hunting sabrecats. They weren't Forsworn judging by their iron armor, but as we approached to greet them they turned and attacked, brandishing wicked steel! I was angered by their dishonorable conduct, plus they were poaching on Orsimer territory... and I felt myself slipping into a blind fury like nothing I had ever felt before. It was my first Berserker Rage! When I came to a moment later, all four bandits lay dismembered, I was covered in blood, and Ghorbash and Lash were staring at me with mouths agape.

I wiped myself down a bit, and we continued the trek across the rocky field to the stronghold gates. They let me right in, cheering, as their guards must have witnessed the glorious slaughter from atop the walls. We were welcomed as blood-kin and feasted well with our allies that night, and their bare-chested Chief Larak even honored me with a challenge of unarmed combat. I waited until he was a little drunk, then we brawled and I gave a good account of myself in front of the whole tribe! He was impressed, and offered me any of his warriors to add to my horde if I wished, or even his favorite daughter if I paid off her dowry (which I could afford with all that silver). Things were going well on my first adventure, and I decided to stay awhile and enjoy Larak's hospitality while I considered my next move.

Thrakka U'ruk: Origins

Thrakka was born as son of Chief Burguk of Dushnikh Yal, from one of his lesser wives.

As he grew into an adolescent, Thrakka manifested extraordinary strength even for an Orsimer.  His mother fostered in him a cunning disposition as he grew, teaching him the Art of War in hopes that he would one day come to challenge his father for rule of the clan.

Unbeknownst to even his parents, Thrakka was chosen by Malacath for a great destiny, and was infused with draconic essence - he was Dragonborn.

When he finally came of age, Thrakka was to be sent as an envoy to the northern stronghold of Mor Khazgur.  This would shore up relations between the chiefs, increase trade and prosperity, and give young Thrakka some much-needed world experience as he traversed the rocky and treacherous lands of The Reach (an Imperial hold in Western Skyrim).  He donned his name-day present, a full set of orcish armor crafted by another of his father's wives.  Then he convinced his father to let him take one of the rangers - his uncle Ghorbash the Iron Hand - who had recently returned from serving for several years in the Imperial Legion and was already growing restless.

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