After a month had passed and the Surveyor had recorded all the knowledge its observers had collected into its library, it decided to finally walk among the orcs. It had already gained a lot of observation data, all it needed to do now was to live among the orcs. And so it began to search for a suitable vessel among the pregnant orc females. It could create a body by itself but seeing as it was far weaker now, it wished to conserve as much energy as possible. Thus why it was looking to take over the body of a baby orc, the body would be built by the mother for the first few months and if needed, the Surveyor could modify the body to better suit its needs.
It couldn't do this with humans as they would notice that something was off about their child in an instant, which was why the previous Surveyor, who also had enough energy to spare, created its own vessel. It was able to openly modify the body due to the lack of parental guidance orcs had, from the day they were pushed out of the womb, orcs were on their own. Of course, their parents provided them basic needs such as protection and a year of breastfeeding but other than that, the baby orcs had to survive on their own. Orc society worshipped the strong and this reflected in the way they treated their children. Those that were strong were cared for by their parents while the weak were shunned until they either died or grew stronger. If the weak died, the parents could care less, they hadn't expected much in the first place.
This was of no problem to the Surveyor, one of the necessary changes it was going to make was to ensure that its new subject would be strong enough to survive in orcish society, after all, it couldn’t gather information if its subject was unable to survive. And so it selected one of the babies that most suited its needs, specifically the one that needed the least modifications to its body. Once it chose its subject, it created an artificial soul in which to occupy its chosen subject. It was better to have the real thing than to act, this would provide much more meaningful data. And should it prove necessary, it could temporarily take over the artificial soul to manually control the vessel although the Surveyor hoped that it would not be necessary.
So it made sure that its artificial soul was one that would best fit its needs and then implanted it in the baby orc’s body, removing the previous soul that inhabited the body. It was necessary and the baby’s soul wouldn’t know what had happened to it. It would instead remain in the energy rivers of Life until it found another suitable host. Once finished, the Surveyor withdrew, leaving its chosen subject in its mother’s womb along with three of its siblings. This was possible due to the innate size of orcs who towered an extra meter above humans, although they still paled before giants who were so big that trees were like bushes to them.
Unfortunately, they had disappeared far into the North after being the target of countless hunting expeditions and were presumed to have gone extinct. A shame but right now, the Surveyor was learning about orcs, not giants. So it waited for its vessel to be birthed into the world, making sure that the artificial soul had bonded firmly with its body, the Surveyor claiming success when the baby began to cry loudly. Two of its siblings were screaming just as loud but the last one was silent. The mother grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and inspected it for a few moments before unceremoniously tossing it behind her back.
She then scooped up two of her children to breastfeed and the last one was given to another female who then proceeded to breastfeed it. Life continued this way for one year until the orc children were old enough to walk and fight. It was then that they met their father for the first time other than to occasionally drop off meat for their mother. The Surveyor studied its vessel’s father, a magnificent specimen of the orc species that stood at the height of ten feet with arms the size of tree trunks and a large barreled chest. Countless pale white scars crisscrossed over his dark grey skin, a particularly nasty scar claiming his right eye, going from the top of his forehead to the edge of his mouth, right above his right tusk.
His remaining red eye stared emotionlessly down at his children, finally motioning for them to follow him. He took them out into the forest and left them there, saying that they needed to survive for a month. After a month he would return to this spot and that it was up to them to hunt for their food. After their father left, the Surveyor nudged the mind of its vessel to take off into the woods to procure the necessary fuel for its body. Its siblings followed his lead and split off to find their own food, there was no such thing as a familial bond to keep them together.
It was in these woods that the orc child made his first kill. It was a mother bear who had rushed to the protection of her children after the young orc made an attempt to eat them. A fierce battle ensued in which the young orc suffered a severe mauling as well as having a chunk of flesh torn from his left arm. But the mother bear got the worse of their brawl for the young orc had sacrificed his arm to break hers, continuing his attack after she retreated. There was no mercy in the young orc as he broke her other arm, effectively rendering her immobile. He then mounted her and grabbed her head, savagely snapping her neck a few moments later.
He killed her children as well, skinning them with their mother’s canine. They had been taught how to skin by their mother and the subject emulated her movements roughly, repeating the same thing with the mother bear. Once fully skinned, the young orc ate the young bears raw while making a fire to cook the mother with. With the help of the orc’s ferocious appetite, the young orc was able to finish off the entire family of bears in less than a week, using the skin of the mother bear as clothing. He continued hunting, although he munched down on the plantlife as snacks as orcs could eat just about anything.
But, of course, meat was the only thing that was truly filling to an orc and the young orc got his meat, teaching all creatures in the forest to fear him. A month passed just like that and the young orc waited once more at the clearing where his father had abandoned him long ago. Proudly bearing the scars of his first fight with the bear, he awaited his father’s return while also keeping a lookout for his siblings. He had never come across them during his stay in the forest and he briefly wondered if they were dead. He waited patiently but no one arrived. Eventually, the young orc just stood and left, intending to hunt for some food. He would return later but his empty belly demanded to be fed.
He soon caught a deer and after breaking its neck, he returned to the clearing, finding his sister there. She was in the nude as they were supposed to supply everything for themselves, even clothing. It was obvious that she hadn’t done so well, her malnourished state was a result from a solely plant-based diet, it seemed that she hadn’t been able to hunt properly. As a result, she lacked animal pelts to dress herself in. the young orc, on the other hand, had been doing well in his hunts, he had more than enough animal pelts to cover himself with, more as a symbol of status than actual embarrassment of being naked.
Her eyes followed her brother as he wordlessly sat opposite of her, well, more specifically the dead dear in his hands. She watched hungrily as the young orc skinned the dear, proceeding to eat it raw. She was envious but did nothing, she knew she would receive nothing if she were to ask and she lacked the strength to forcibly take the meat from him. So she just sat there, watching hungrily. Under that intense stare, the young orc lost his appetite and having eaten two of the deer’s legs, he tossed the rest to her. She wordlessly took it and took a voracious bite, eating both meat and bone.
She finished the entire thing in a matter of minutes, finally saying, “Thanks.”
Her brother just shrugged, sitting still as the sun reached its zenith and began to head towards the horizon. Then, when night was about to fall, their father arrived, his hulking figure illuminated by a crude torch. Seeing the two of them, he snorted and gestured for them to follow. They did so, spending the trip back home in silence. When they reached home, their mother fawning over the young orc upon seeing him. She complimented him on his trophies, specifically the bear’s pelt while she gave her daughter the cold shoulder. Her daughter was weak and therefore did not deserve her time. This was shown when dinner was prepared, the brother was given lots of meat on his plate while the sister was given a mere bone.
The sister just ate silently while glaring enviously at her brother who wolfed down everything put before him, vowing to become stronger than him. The mother saw this and smiled inwardly, this was good. Competition would push rivals on each side to get stronger and stronger which would equal stronger children. Now if that rivalry turned into murder, well that was none of her business. It would just mean that she would have one really strong child, whoever that was didn’t matter to her. Two more years passed and the young soon became a respected orc warrior, killing all who offended him in some way and winning duals with other orc warriors of high rank.
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He became the pride of the Ulgar Clan, the youngest orc in recent memory to gain his metal before his coming-of-age ceremony. He had gained his metal from killing an orc warrior, one that dared to insult him. The young orc could not tolerate this as doing so would make him seem weak so he challenged the warrior, killing him after a rather short duel. It was then that the young orc’s strength was displayed for the first time to the public, up until then was only rumors of his strength from his bear cape. Once he emerged victoriously, he took the orc warrior’s armor as his own, it was his right as the victor.
Even though he had already proven his strength, he still needed to participate in the coming-of-age ceremony, orcs never broke tradition and he was no exception. Although orcs may have conquered most of Occasus, there was still the Alliance to the South and feuds between orc clans, feuds that were settled through battles. It was in these battles that young orcs would prove themselves by killing enemy orc warriors and taking their metal. Armor, or metal as orcs call it, was a sign of an orc’s strength and the stronger the orc, the higher the quality of the armor. The young orc had killed a warrior of high rank and so his metal reflected his strength, this armor being forged by humans which was obviously of higher quality than typical orcish metal, usually made of jagged plates of metal which were roughly sewn together.
He was, however, allowed to keep his armor for the upcoming battle, the only armored orc in a group naked orcs, most of which who glared at him enviously. But none dared to challenge him for his armor, they had seen the way he had killed the armor’s previous owner and they weren’t eager to challenge him for it. Meanwhile, the young orc just stood, waiting patiently for the veteran orcs to lead him to battle. He was excited about the upcoming battle for not only would he be officially recognized as a warrior but it would also fulfill the requirements needed to earn his name.
Orc children before the coming-of-age ceremony were nameless, they hadn’t proven themselves and thus did not deserve names. Only when they accomplished great feats in battle could they earn their names.
—SOON-TO-BE-NAMED ORC—
We were marching towards the battlefield where I and the other nameless orcs will earn our names or die trying. I have no doubt that I will pass this test with ease, after all, I had killed a very skilled warrior and took his metal, there are none who can oppose me. I will get my name and make sure that it will be remembered for ages to come! I shall become the strongest orc warrior!
As the young orc silently proclaimed his dream, unbeknownst to him, all the other orcs near him were thinking the same thing. That they would be the strongest orc of all, that only they deserved to have such a title. It was this single-minded goal that allowed the orc society to even exist, for without ambition, one does not have the desire to become stronger and thus, there would be no merit to becoming strong.
As we marched, I took a few deep sniffs, strange new smells greeting my nose as we had left the borders of Ulgar territory. I then smelled the scent of unfamiliar orcs, although it was old. This must be enemy territory, we are doing a raid! I’ve only seen the result of raids so far, the warrior orcs returning laden with stolen loot and food. I grew excited, I too would be performing a raid, I would bring back so much loot! Suddenly, a crude spear flew through the air and impaled itself into the face of some orc next to me. I immediately ducked in case there was another one and began to push my way forward.
I was not afraid, I was angry, angry that someone dared attack me! I pushed my way through the confused orcs, having already picked up the scent of the enemy from the crude spear he had thrown. I was determined to find him and kill him slowly, to kill him quickly would be too much of a mercy. After all, he had to suffer for daring to attack one as great as me. Another spear hurtled through the air but I managed to deflect it with my arm, leaving an unsightly scratch on my armor. I grew even angrier, now he was going to die, that was for sure!
Once I broke through the disorderly crowd, I charged towards the forest, my eyes locked on the figure of an orc who held a javelin in his hands. He desperately threw it at me but I deflected it again, ramming into him before he could react. He fell over and I continued my attack, stomping viciously on his legs, causing him to scream in pain.
He then looked up at me with fearful eyes and I growled, “You shouldn’t have scratched my armor cunt.”
I then stomped on his head, crushing it beneath my armored boots, greyish mush splashing all over the place. I shook my foot in an effort to get the stuff off, snorting in disgust. I was then rammed in the side, some orc roaring as he did so. In anger, I quickly rolled to one side and got up, narrowly avoiding the orc’s stomp. I grinned and charged, throwing a punch with an armored hand. He raised his naked arms to block it but I easily managed to break through, literally. I shattered his arm but I didn’t stop there, my left arm shot out after my right drew back, pulverizing his shoulder. He backed up against a tree as I continued to rain blows onto his body, flattening what was left of his body against the tree.
I didn’t gloat this time, there might be some other orcs that would dare to attack me. Sure enough, there were three of them, each with a hungry look in their eyes. They roared and I roared back, charging to meet them. The one in the lead threw a punch but I met his with my own, shattering his arm. As he howled in pain, I got low and tackled the second one, rolling around on the floor before eventually mounting him. I gave his head a few smacks, disorientating him. I prepared to give the final blow but suddenly, there was an explosion at the back of my head, wood splinters flying everywhere.
I was dizzy and I fell forward, soon to be roughly dragged up. The ugly grin of another orc filled my vision as he held a jagged branch in his hand, intent on stabbing me. Realizing the danger I was in, my eyes opened wide and I instinctively reached out and grabbed something. The orc suddenly dropped the branch and howled in pain. I was confused but when I looked at what I grabbed, it made sense. I had grabbed his dick but instead of letting go in disgust, I just gripped harder, finally crushing the disgusting thing in my hand.
I winced as his loud screams assaulted my ears, the poor fucker rolling on the ground with his hands on his crotch. I ignored him, taking a few moments to try and get my hand as clean as possible. When I couldn’t clean my hand to my satisfaction, I hissed angrily and stomped on his chest, continuing to do so until there was a foot-sized hole in his chest. I then looked around, seeing that the two orcs were long gone. I snorted in derision and then jogged off in search for more enemies.
I found warriors of my clan quite easily as by now, they had found the enemy and were busy fighting them. As I took a small break, leaning on a tree, I spotted an enemy who wielded a large shiny mace. I wanted that mace and so I stood up and charged out of the forest, heading straight for the orc with the mace. I knocked aside any who were unlucky enough to be in my way, although my progress soon slowed down as the enemies grew thick around me. Quite soon, I was literally wading through a sea of bodies, unable to tell friend from foe. I just threw punches left and right, breaking jaws, crushing heads and pulverizing chests.
But I did not go unscathed, blows rained down on me but I returned them all, although I didn’t forget my target, the mace. Suddenly, I felt a body crash into me and I prepared to swing at the fucker but I soon recognized that it was a fellow clansorc and so I briefly nodded to him before I continued to make my way to the mace-wielding bastard. I met more and more of my clan, each of which I greeted with a nod before returning to my primary objective. Finally, I managed to squeeze out of the crowd and into a empty space, I had finally reached the mace orc.
But I had to immediately duck, discovering why there was an empty space. That was because no one wanted to get in the way of the mace that the orc swung with reckless abandon. But such thoughts soon left my mind as I was forced to roll to the side, the flangs of his mace scraping against the top of my helmet. I growled, this fucker was so dead! I quickly stood up and charged, tackling him. But instead of falling over, he stood rock solid, it was as if I had tried to tackle a mountain. But this didn’t stop me as I reached and grabbed his leg, straining my muscles as I pulled upwards. I succeeded in unbalancing him and I quickly took advantage of this, knocking him down.
Once he was down, I raised my foot to stomp on his skull but he swiped my legs out from under me, my back hitting the ground as the air left my lungs. I coughed and immediately scrambled backward, not a moment too soon as the flanged mace buried itself into the ground where my crotch had been. I winced for a moment as I imagined what could have happened, my balls feeling as if they were trying to crawl into my body. Determined not to let this happen, I stood up as fast as I could and kicked the arm holding his mace, hearing a satisfying snap of breaking bone. He roared and threw dirt into my eyes, blinding me. As I shouted various profanities, he tackled me and I fell backward, unable to defend myself.
I managed to open my hurting eyes and with anger, I grabbed his broken arm, twisting it viciously as I punched him with the other. I then rolled, me on top now with him on the bottom. I backhanded him hard and before he could recover, I clasped both my hands together and hammered down, his skull caving in slightly. I didn’t stop pounding away until his face had sunk into his skull. I rested for a moment, breathing hard before turning my attention to my prize, the mace. I stood up and grabbed it, lifting it high into the air and proclaiming my victory with a thunderous roar.