The great orc king

I will join the hunt

It was early morning I had just woken up it was a bright morning and the sun light had pierced through the holes in the roof. Leaping off my bed I flingwhat once covered me, it was some kind of creatures lushes black fur. The fur that previously covered me now layed on the floor as it always did wheneverI woke.  

As I got off my bed I strolled towards a large bucket. OUCH. A large wooden splinter sliced into my finger causing the blood to drip into what remained of the water below. 

As I looked at the water I could see a distorted image of myself, I had dark black braided hair which went just past my sholders and I was rather bulky with a slightly above average appearance although I still had a little bit of my baby fat on my face. There were also small cracks of red around my body that occasionally sputtered flames. I had been told that I inherited it from my mothers side of the family not that I ever asked much about it.

My room was rather plain and looked more like a room of some kind of barn animal. The only thing that made it look anything like a humanoid creature lived there was the bed and simple wood carved weapons which were throughout the room, these carvings looked to be made with a lot of care due to how detailed the hilts of the weapons were made and the fact that they looked to be improved per creation. 

When I finally got off my bed and grabbed the bucket I grunted with a feral grunt, walked out the barn like room and began stomping my feet on the ground, as I did so my foot shattered one of the floor boards causing the skil on my leg to scrap across the wood. Not managing to hold in the urge I yelled F*CK and stormed out the building.

I was the son of a warrior, which may sound impressive and all but it actually sucked. He was never around much causing me to think about my mother a lot. Remember what was said about her that she died in a battle with another enemy or at least thats what I was told when I was young, although they never found her body. 

This meant I was alone at home a lot of the time, if you could even call this run down hut a house. The roof had holes all over it and the flooring sounded so loud when it was stepped upon that you could even hear insects step on it, or at least thats what I liked to say when I grumbled to my father whenever he was around. 

Because of the way that most of the creatures here lived everyone around hear had to learn to adapt or they'd die, this meant that I got used to the (hut) I mean house i live in.

As I walked out my house and towards the water hole which everyone in the clan went to early in the morning, I saw a huge green humanoid over 7ft tall with enormous muscles and two huge tusks on his lower lip walk past me. This was one of the warriors that had come back from a conflict with another clan. 

Our clan wasn't very large only containing around 200 orcs in it, of those orcs on 60 ors were warriors and 10 were warg riders. This was a small group for defending and gaining more resources especially withe othe orc clans that had 500 to 600 orcs in them with over half being warriors. 

We had to fight for scraps just to survive and sometimes if we were really unlucky we had to fight tooth and nail to get some kind of food to survive off just like this time. 

The orc that I walked past had huge gashes all over his body and from the looks of it he fought a enemy warg rider, i could tell due to all the bit marks all over his body. He was walking in the direction of are tribe shaman to get healed, when he saw me staring at him he growed and grumbled, what you looking at puny unblooded orc. This was due to me only being 5ft10 and only being 11 years old, most orcs weren't consider as much unless they fought there first warbeast, which normally didnt happen till the age of 12. Due to me not long turning 11 I still had another year to go before I could officially fight one.

I desided to ignore the large orc and continued walking on the desert floor which was scorching hot and could burn lesser creatures feet. But as I walked away the large orc started walking in my direction, I noticed he had clenched up his fist probably due to him not thinking i showed him enough respect so I began to look him over. I was no weakling as all orcs wear incredibly strong, but I had been fighting with my father since I was 5 years old so i had an advantage over orcs my age and began to understand to look out for weaknesses in my opponents. 

As I played off not noticing the annoyed orc going towards me I clenched my fist waited for the orc to go for the punch and slid just past it, as I did I punched the orc right in his wound on the side of his body and sprinted for itnot risking getting caught by a bigger and almost definitelystronger orc. As I ran away laughing I heard a gruff voice yell Rrrogannn your dead the next time I see you.

I ran to the water hole and began to slow down as I got away from the warrior orc called Grah. I never did like getting pushed around no matter how big the thing I was up against and Grah was no exception. 

When I finally arrived at the water hole I came across another two orcs around my age, they were smaller than me at 5ft8 and 5ft9. The smaller one was actually older than me and was 12 years old he just turned it a few weeks ago, he was quite muscular and had a small axe on his back his tusks weren't fully grown and were only the size of a thumb. This orcs name was Arg and he wasn't the brightest out there and often started fights for no reason, but at least he was loyal to a fault as long as you earned his loyalty. 

The other orc was 11 like me but was turning 12 this week so they would have a chance to participate in the hunt. This orc was much skinnier than most of the other orcs and had grayer skin, this was due to one of his parents being a grey orc which was much smaller and weaker than other orc, he often got made fun of for it the up side was he also had a gift as a earth shaman, this orc name was Nork and he was a bit full of himself but he never had the guts to back it up when others went for him.

These two hadnt done the tribal right of passage the Gre gar Hunt, which is were a group of 5 orcs fights a warbeast of there choices till it is slain and brought to the tribe chief. This hunting festival start once every 3 months and is very important as it tends to have 1 - 2 orcs die each hunt and depending on what you contribute in the hunt will deside what position you'll have in the tribe. The strong the warbeast and the greater you contribute to the hunt the higher your starting position in the tribe will be, of course you'll as be granted a weapon that will be made fro. the warbeast you amd the orcs slay.

I walked up to the two other orcs that were also getting water for there families, as Arg saw me he dropped the bucket he was holding and grabbed my neck trying to drag me down down, as he tried I punched him in the gut to loosen the grip then grabbed his arm pushing it forward and doing what tried to do to me. I grabbed his neck and slammed his head against my arm and chest. We both looked at each other almost staring each other down the we burst into laughter Arg said so how's the plan going. I replied with a smile and said nothing wrong just yet. 

I was planning to make there 1 less orc in the hunt this happened sometimes and the chief would give permission to one of the younger orc to participate, I tried this before but my father was there and stop me saying I wasn't ready to fight a beast as terrifying as a warbeast, luckily he was out of the tribe during the hunt. 

As I spoke to Arg about the mischievous plan I had to get one of the other orcs out the hunt Nork looked at me and said do you think I'd need anyone other than myself to beat these warbeast, I don't understand why the chief doesn't just send me Nork instead of 5 lester orcs. As he said that me and Arg burst into laughter saying you'd just run at the first sight of a warbeast no matter what rank it was. When we said that Norks face went red and he start throwing small rock chunks at me and Arg.

When I eventually cleaned myself up after having a litter fight with Nork, I began to fill the bucket up asking Arg and Nork what warbeast they wanted to hunt. Arg just said he wanted to fight one of the 2nd order tank type warbeasts, where as Nork just wanted to fight any 2nd order warbeast.

Warbeast are what we orcs call these creatures that roam the desert areas and other areas we orcs live in. They are normally ranged from 1st to 4th order warbeast but can go all the way up to 8th and 9th order although this is very rarely seen. They also come in sub categories such as tank types, agility types, elemental types and others which changes the characteristics of the war beast. 

An example of a warbeast we orcs use are wargs they are very similar to wolves but much larger and have large fangs protruding there upper and low lips, normally 1st order warbeasts but can rarely be seen as higher order warbeast. These are an Agility type warbeast even so they have thick hide strong enough to slow or even stop metal blades from cutting it if the weapon isn't skillfully used. 

The up side to wargs is that they are incredibly agile and fast making them great for the deserts forests amd hilly areas, they ar also very loyal to the orc rider they are bound with, the only problem is that once the rider dies wargs tend to go feral or are very hard to bond with a new rider.

When a Gre Gar Hunt happens most hunters only go for 1st order beasts because 4 or 5 young orc should be able to overpower the beast as long as no other problem happen, however some try hunting 2nd order warbeast. There have only be 4 successful groups of orcs that have managed to hunt a 2nd order warbeast and 3 orcs have always died if not more out of the 5. 

The last successful hunt was 25 years ago and my mother was the one to do it after joining my tribe for only 6 months. When my mother and her group killed the 2nd order warbeast there were only 2 of them and the one other than my mother had lost there arm.

The lucky thing about defeating a 2nd order warbeast was the amazing weapons that got made from there body, along with the great armour, meat and the fact that you got to join a minor orc horde as a soldier which was my goal. I needed to find something more something bigger I need war I had an urge a need for battle and no one will stop me.