Hello, first of all I would like to say that English is not my native language and that I am helping myself with some online tools to translate this, if you find any errors please tell me and I will try to correct it as quickly as possible.
Being an Orsimer was never an easy thing, Ushao was aware of that the day he decided to escape from the fortress in which he was born.
Big and strong by logic everyone expected him to take his father's place as head of the clan, but he did not want that, he wanted adventures, he wanted to see the world live in it and not only focus on the fortress that was born and its surroundings, it was just a boy who wanted to see the world.
So being as reckless as ever he escaped from his fortress and started traveling around Skyrim, in hindsight he made the right decision, but at the time Ushao regretted doing it.
The orcs are not a gentle race even among themselves, his mother never told him bedtime stories nor did she come to help him when he had a nightmare, he was expected to be strong both physically and mentally and when he left the fortress he understood why.
Disgusted looks, spitting at his feet, insults, aggression and injustice, all that gave him the world he wanted to visit and that was the same wherever he went because in all of Tamriel orcs are perhaps the most repudiated race.
He particularly remembers one day when he had walked into a tavern and a group of drunken Norsemen began to sing a song about their hatred of the Orsimers, he wanted to lash out at them, but he knew that if he did something like that the guards in the city would throw him in a cell without even giving him a chance to explain what happened.
There came a time when he wanted to return to his home, to the fortress, return with his head bowed and say that he had been wrong, that he did not want to live in this world that only had contempt for him... but Ushao was always a stubborn man.
I ignore the insults, the contempt and his life was forged over time and with effort, people stop looking at his race and look at his actions, Herald of the companions, Archmage of Hibernalia, Dragon's blood, hard-earned titles, blood and tears , those who previously despised him now sang songs to his glory and Ushao felt happy about it.
But here he is, far from home, probably in a plane even further away than Oblivion where again people judge him for what he is and not for what he does, but this time the contempt was changed to fear —I guess back to the start— he told himself.
Being a hero and being feared as a monster is somewhat insulting to him, of course he enjoys being feared, but only when his enemies fear him, he generally prefers that people respect or admire him and there is only one way If he succeeded both in his Nirn and in this world, Ushao would once again forge a favorable reputation as he did before, with toil, sweat, and blood.
And the first step is to exterminate these "Orcs and Goblins" in a certain way it hurts to call them that, he had known peaceful Goblins in the past who, like the Orsimer, were despised despite not having done anything wrong, call these vile rapist creatures and man-eaters by those names felt insulting…now Ushao understands why that snow elf paladin wished not to be called Falmer the connotation of names can influence your behavior towards a person.
Taking that into account, Ushao guessed that it would be better for him to present himself as an Orsimer from now on instead of an orc.
Anyway, he returned to the place where Lireahil had been attacked where the bodies of goblins and orcs are still present, using his bestial sense of smell he caught their disgusting odors more a product of their poor hygiene than of their mutilated state.
Knowing the smell emitted by these species, he began to sniff the air in search of any other similar trace.
Ushao did not want to become a werebear, he always had that idea that all power must be acquired with effort and dedication, being a werebear is to obtain a large number of advantages with little effort, but unfortunately he could not decide on this, It was when he was pro Solstheim where he was attacked by a werebear, the beast's blood fell into his mouth while he killed it, the combat was very difficult and Ushao fainted after killing the beast, when he woke up it was too late and the night She transformed herself into a werebear.
Contrary to the lycanthropy of the companions it had no cure at least not a sure cure, so he was forced to be a werebear, needless to say that he had been refusing to use any advantage offered by this new state for a long time.
That only changed when he met the vampire Serana, she amusingly told him something like "She's yours, she's part of you now, as much as you don't like it that way" and as a result of that conversation she began to use the powers offered by the vampire. blood of the beast…the truth is that I make life a little easier for him.
He kept sniffing the air looking for some kind of clues while at the same time following the tracks left by the orc, being a large and heavy creature every step he took left a large footprint easy to follow, even when night fell Ushao had no problem following the tracks after all bears see pretty well at night like many other predators.
Because if the night has already fallen, and with it Ushao was able to confirm that at least he is no longer in Mundus because in the sky there is only a gray and distant moon and the constellations do not resemble any that he had seen before ... see a single moon It was a strange concept, if he was a Khajiit he would be crazy right now.
At one point Ushao caught smells, similar to the beings he is hunting, in quick movements he used the spell to muffle steps that makes his steps silent and the invisibility spell, Ushao is not a master of discretion, mainly because his large body prevents it from being so and in any case, orcs by nature are lousy users of discretion both because of their heavier and thicker physique than that of other races and because of their ideologies, of course there may be one or another murderer or thief orc, but they would be few compared to the rest of the races.
Even so, "cushioning steps" and "invisibility" would make even an elephant somewhat discreet, with that covered he began to move towards the smells and little by little he began to hear noises.
The closer he got, the more he could hear the noises and the smell became more and more disgusting, at last he reached a position from which he could observe the "camp" set up by the monsters.
The beasts were busy roaming the place, the Goblins showing a cowardly attitude would lower their heads to any orc that passed by and even act submissively obeying their orders, while the orcs walk around the place eating pieces of elk meat without cooking and occasionally eating some Goblin that didn't do what they wanted.
It was a strange sight for Ushao as these creatures seemed even more uncivilized than the Falmer, after all even they cook their food, but they don't at all,
Also, in terms of equipment they are only dressed in dirty rags that only cover their private parts and their weapons seem to be just wooden clubs and the occasional rusty or broken weapon that looks like they stole from some corpse, even the Falmer would have better equipment than it's.
Well Ushao certainly can't say much, he himself doesn't dress in the most…elegant way possible, after all his "armor" is a copy of Tsun's which he loved when he saw it, but even this barbaric outfit looks more civilized than what those monsters wear.
Counting Ushao, he managed to see about ten orcs and at least thirty goblins, they are many, but using his previous confrontations against the beings of this race as a point of comparison, he is more than sure that he could enter and defeat them all with relative ease.
He could be reckless right now as he usually is on many occasions... but his recklessness is slowed down when the lives of others can be affected by it, these monsters clearly have bad intentions with this place, and they are not that far from that small town, yes If they manage to escape or even kill him, they would have more or less a free hand to attack the town and destroy it, for that reason Ushao calmed down his imprudence and decided to be more strategic.
After all, he is an imperial Legate, the empire is meritocratic with its army and they give their positions based on your abilities, if you are a Legate it means that strategically speaking you are good and Ushao is.
Enjoying the fact that they still don't know of his presence he decided to cause some chaos, praise be to magic, he pointed his hand towards the bonfire that the monsters had made in the center of their camp, concentrating on the flames he began to use his mana to increase its volume and heat all that in a single instant, that caused the bonfire to explode sending those nearby flying and throwing flames everywhere.
Enjoying what confused and upset all the monsters Ushao went into battle taking his two-handed axe, it was not the best strategy of course, but it was effective, distracting the enemy so that he received a surprise attack was always an effective tactic .
Upon arriving at the place, he moved his ax cutting one of those orcs in two, his flesh and bones not being able to do anything against the Daedric metal moved by the Orsimer, not having shouted or anything like that, Ushao had not yet attracted attention. on him and that allowed him to eliminate three other orcs before a goblin saw him and began to scream in terror before being silenced by the axe.
The bad thing is that now everyone was attentive to him —Hello, I'm here to kill you— He pronounced simply and with a predatory smile on his face.
The orcs were brave and tried to fight, but they were slow, clumsy and above all stupid, they did not take advantage of their numerical superiority, they did not know how to fight and their large and heavy bodies, although strong, were not fast.
They were not a challenge mainly because Ushao is faster, stronger, more resistant, he is a much better warrior and above all he is more intelligent.
He never let himself be cornered by them being sure to always have an escape route and he made sure never to turn his back on any of them to avoid attacks in his blind spot, fight against numerous rivals, it is experience speaking that he has already fought against a great number of enemies previously.
Contrary to the orcs, the goblins were more intelligent, they saw how the ax executed anything with ease and before that they knew that getting close would be a very bad idea, so they began to shoot stone-tipped arrows at a distance, Ushao felt relatively relieved to see that these Goblins are not as idiotic as the orcs and seem even able to make tools since their bows and arrows seemed to be made by them.
Now they are still primitive tools and those bows and arrows are not of the best quality, their arrows were slower than arrows shot by better bows would and well…Ushao can dodge those arrows so dodging the goblins was not much more difficult.
Anyone who saw the combat from the outside could only feel admiration at the Orsimer's mastery, his movements were fluid like water and fast like the wind, each step, each dodge, each attack was coldly calculated to never leave him unprotected against another enemy, the numerous scars on his body showing that he has been through a great number of battles, many that brought him to the brink of death and the fact that he was still alive only showed that he had learned from each of those fights.
In a short time the camp fell silent as the last of the Goblins was severed by Ushao's axe, some of the little ones had escaped seeing how he killed all the orcs, but Ushao immediately summoned an entire pack of familiars in the form of wolves and sent them to hunt the little ones.
That way he'd be sure he'd cleaned out the entire camp and put an end to the threat.
—This…was easy— Ushao pronounced as he cut off the heads of some orcs to take them to the elves as proof that he fulfilled his mission.
While he was doing it, Ushao was thoughtful, giving him a difficult fight was...difficult, after all he has 30 years of experience fighting almost every day against all kinds of things, he has the knowledge of hundreds of dragons, some of which have existed since the Meretic era and Being a werebear increased his already impressive physical qualities to a new level, so rare are the enemies that can give him a tough fight these days.
But this had been too easy, even compared to the average group of bandits this was absurdly easy, he wasn't hit once by any enemy and they all died in one hit (primarily because it made every hit deadly) it's true that he Daedric metal is without a doubt the best possible metal, resistant and with a sharp edge unrelated to any other metal, so it is normal for his ax to cut through flesh and bone with little resistance but…in this case there was literally zero resistance at the moment. of cut.
He remembers how to kill some trolls and giants he had to put some force into the ax to get it through their hard bones, but in this case the orcs who are as big and look as muscular as the trolls don't have even half their stamina. or strength.
"Maybe the little magic in this place compared to Mundus is to blame," he thought aloud.
The spectral wolves returned to him all with their bloody snouts proof that they fulfilled their mission, that fact made them vanish and he finished taking skulls of orcs and goblins alike to now return to the town.
On his way to the place, he tried to find some smell from another camp of those monsters, but luckily he found nothing more than the pleasant smell of the woods... and he bumped his shoulders again against all the damn trees —Damn forests!— exasperated shout , the blows did not hurt, but it was annoying.
Ganer looked at his family, his beautiful wife and his daughters, he thought that today could have been a much sadder day after what Lireahil told them.
When they got to the village and called everyone to talk about Ushao, his daughter had told him how she met him, Ganer felt his heart stop when his daughter told how she had almost been abused by goblins and possibly later by an orc if that Orsimer hadn't. appeared.
A part of him is still very terrified by the large green creature whose arms are as thick as his wife's torso (considering her huge breasts that's a lot) even if it was called something else he still saw orcish features in it. him, though more pleasing to the eye than the latter which frankly isn't much of an achievement.
But another part feels deeply grateful to the orc for saving her daughter and even giving her a dress to cover her modesty, Ganer's wife had taken the dress and studied it, being a seamstress she has experience with these things.
He had said that the dress was nothing to write home about, but he also said that a dress worn by an orc would be in a much worse state and much dirtier, instead the dress was clean and in excellent condition.
According to Lireahil, an old woman had given it to Ushao telling him to give it to her non-existent daughter, that seemed slightly funny to her.
In any case, Ganer was not very anxious to let the Orsimer enter the town contrary to his daughter, he still did not know exactly what he is and what he wants, the only reason why he had accepted was both to please his daughter and out of fear. that orcs and goblins are prowling in the forest, his town has farmers and hardworking people, in no case warriors they would never have a chance against such monsters and any message sent to the capital asking them to send a detachment of guards would take several days to arrive.
Winning seriously, I hope Ushao was as trustworthy as his words seemed to imply, but it seems that in the whole town only he and his daughter think that way, even the town elder who gave the Orsimer the mission hoped that he would die trying to complete it.
Observing his beautiful wife Ganer he could understand why, an orc-like beast could be attracted by the beauty of the elves and let his primitive instincts take over… well it wasn't the case with Lireahil, but compared to her mother Lireahil still has a long way to go. increase.
Anyway, Ganer decided to concentrate on eating the delicious mushroom soup that his wife had prepared, it had been two hours since Ushao left for the forest and probably he will never come back or will do so in a few days.
That thought was cut off as soon as the village bell was rung alerting everyone to something important, given recent events it could only be either a monster attack or Ushao's return.
"Hide the girls, I'll go see what happens," the patriarch of the family pronounced as he left the house, taking a shovel before leaving, being his only available weapon.
Outside I see several villagers pointing to the entrance of the town, the same one through which they had gone to talk to Ushao, this time the Orsimer had his back against one of the houses, when he saw him he smiled and waved to him with his hands. to which Ganer responded with quite a bit of confusion.
—Mission accomplished— He said as he threw a small bag which, before falling to the floor, grew exponentially in size until it was quite large…that was undoubtedly a magic that surprised everyone.
But the surprise increased when a severed orc head came out of the fallen bag, everyone recoiled in disgust at such a sight.
—Hey, Ganer, it better be a big bowl of soup, you have ten orc heads and about 17 goblin heads, there were twenty, but the other 3 were in too bad shape so I didn't bother taking their heads— I pronounced with the tranquility of someone who is telling you how the weather is going.
Having a little more confidence in the Orsimer than the rest of the town (and being braver in general) Ganer approached the bag and opened it to see the large number of heads inside, he had to hold back his vomit and quickly walked away from the bag. bag while covering her nose to protect her from the smell of death.
—Y-completed— Pronounced the village elder who had just arrived at the place, he observed the sack full of heads with barely contained fear.
After all, if he can beat ten orcs and twenty goblins, his small town with only about 14 souls of people who don't know how to defend themselves wouldn't be a match for him, on top of that, the Orsimer didn't have a single wound.
"Good service huh?" you know give a good review and advise your friends, I don't charge much— He swaggered the Orsimer…well Lireahil had told Ganer that he described himself as arrogant, it seemed to be the case.
"I see... so w-what do you want?" The old man fearfully asked, hoping that the Orsimer would ask for something like a woman or perhaps all his riches.
—Your memory isn't working well anymore old man, I told them that my payment would be a good bowl of mushroom soup from Lireahil's mother, the girl told me that she makes a good soup and I'm a little hungry— As soon as they heard about him Hungry, they all stepped back fearful that the creature would take them as its snack.
—Wait, I'll bring it to you— Ganer said immediately running to his home, luckily his wife had made more soup than necessary, maybe she did it anticipating that the Orsimer would return? Ganer mentally thanked his wife for being so cautious, he took the cauldron with some difficulty and left the house quickly.
He cautiously approached Ushao, true that a few hours ago he had been close to him, but that was before he saw that he could exterminate a camp of monsters in a few hours and without receiving any type of injury, as soon as he was close he presented the pot to the Orsimer.
"Well, I was expecting a bowl, but I guess they don't have my size," I say jokingly, before taking the heavy pot with one hand and bringing it to my mouth as if it were a glass of beer.
He began to consume the soup precisely as if it were water, not letting anything escape from his mouth, how could he do it with those fangs that protrude from his mouth, he completely escaped Ganer.
After more or less a minute the Orsimer had finished all the soup and let out a contented sigh —I wasn't lying, it's a delicious soup.
"Damn beast, you took away the surprise effect," someone with an annoyed and pompous voice pronounced.
Confused Ganer looked behind Ushao seeing a fat man on horseback with a small mustache and goatee wearing expensive clothes, the man was accompanied by a large number of armed and armored men, all of them human.
"And who are you?" Ushao pronounced immediately, seeing the large number of armed men ready to attack. "Do you know these Ganer guys?"
The elf looked confused at the recently arrived humans, it is true that his town is on the borders of Alfheim so it was not uncommon to interact with humans, but so many armed and accompanied by a rich man... that was certainly unusual "N-no," he answered confused.
"Or a beast that knows how to talk about how picturesque, you would make an excellent slave for the man!" Ushao frowned at those words.
—D-don't wait, what are you doing here? They have no right, this is Alfheim territory, the human soldiers have no right to enter here and we did not receive any message from the capital indicating their presence— the village elder pronounced, looking much more worried than the rest of the people present.
"Ho, these elves are so stupid, isn't it obvious?" We are here to take your beautiful women, they sell well on the black market, now don't resist and we could let them live— When he finished saying that, the man laughed arrogantly, making the fat on his face vibrate.
Ganer paled upon hearing such information, he had heard rumors about this kind of thing, of humans attacking towns killing men and enslaving women, but he had always taken them as nothing more than rumours, but here and now he was seeing it happen for his people, About a hundred armed and equipped soldiers ready to kill the men and capture the women, Ganer gulped as fear began to consume him and from what he saw it was the same for everyone present.
"Pause, pause, pause, if I understand correctly, you are here to kill the men and enslave the women, obviously to make them sexual slaves because I don't see why they would only take the women for another reason, am I wrong?" Ushao pronounced keeping a Olympic calm.
—Jo the beast is smart on top, we could really get a good price for him, a jester orc— Pronounced the arrogant nobleman while he laughed unpleasantly again.
—I see, then I guess I'm going to kill them, you know I don't like slavery and stuff— I pronounce the Orsimer calmly.
The nobleman laughed much louder than before, causing all the fat in his body to move because of that —O poor beast, I have a hundred soldiers with me armed to the teeth and well equipped, you are small for an orc, the only thing you will achieve will be captured.
—It's true, there are many and surely they could with an orc anyway they are slow and clumsy, but I'm not an Orsimer— It's exactly the same as an orc in your world, but in this one people don't know that, which is why Ushao decided that from now on he would say that he is an Orsimer and not an orc.
"Orsi what?" I've never heard of that…what does it matter that just makes you more expensive in any case, capture him— As soon as the nobleman said that, the soldiers began to advance towards Ushao with their weapons ready and some nets to capture him.
Ganer was about to run to his home in search of making his family escape, there being no way they could stop this, but he looked terrified as the whole town seemed to have been surrounded by soldiers who closed any escape route, his heart ached. contracted at such a sight.
—In fact they probably could against an average Orsimer, after all there are many…but I'm not any Orsimer and their numbers…mean nothing to me— Ushao smiled showing his perfectly white teeth and fangs.
The orc took his ax in his hands and the sight of the black and red metal weapon made the soldiers back slightly, although they quickly began to approach again.
No matter how strong Ganer was, he was sure that the Orsimer would not come out alive or free and the worst thing is that after him all the men of the town would fall, the women would be captured to be enslaved and abused... Ganer argued with force the shovel that he had brought with him, he had no illusions he would not be able to handle all this, but he thought that maybe if he fought he could give his family an escape route, he thought that that was a good plan, he was about to put it into motion when I hear something I could never forget.
— FUS RO DAH! — They were words, Ganer had no doubt that he had heard words, spoken in a language that sounded older and more powerful than anything he had heard in his entire life, but a part of him felt incredulous because those words were heard like a sound. roar, a bestial roar emitted by an unrelated beast.
Incredulous, terrified and amazed I observe what those words provoked, from Ushao's mouth with an incomparable force a colossal kinetic force came out that in seconds collided with the hundreds of men in front of the Orsimer transforming their bodies, armor and weapons into ashes, the same The nobleman who mocked so much was trapped in that power and like all the others, his body ended up being nothing more than ashes and the force continued its path, even reaching the forest and causing the same result in the trees as in men, transforming them into ashes and tearing up the earth.
When the noise ceased all those present observed with absolute terror how at least a kilometer in front of the Orsimer the ground had been torn apart and everything had been turned to ashes.
Ganer could not even articulate a word before such a demonstration of power, his entire body began to tremble while his eyes remained fixed on the destruction caused by the simple 3 words that Ushao pronounced, he had the strength to look around to see how his compatriots elves were in a similar state or, but to his.
Some had passed out others had pissed on themselves and if the smell was an indicator some even shit themselves, then Ganer looked towards the soldiers surrounding the village those who were not in front of Ushao with their boss.
Each and every one of them was pale and looked at the Orsimer with absolute terror as if they had just seen the most horrible thing in their entire existence, that fear intensified when Ushao turned to them and smiled —It's your turn— Those words they acted as a switch to activate the flight.
They dropped weapons and helmets and all the soldiers began to run terrified in any direction, not caring if they went deep into the woods, they just wanted to escape from the Orsimer who with just three words tenth more than half of his forces.
Ganer looked incredulously at Ushao who put his ax back on his back and let out a small sigh of disappointment, seeming offended that the enemies decided to run away instead of facing him.
If before Ganer had feared the Orsimer both for that strange ability to paralyze and for his apparent incredible strength...now the terror had reached new levels when he saw him effortlessly decimate a large number of men in the most casual way.
But at the same time it made him realize something that was slightly disturbing, this being, has the power to decimate his small town with ease and yet…even so he helped them and only asked for a soup in return.
"Well, that deserves a reward, I want more soup, but leave it for tomorrow, I'm full for today," he pronounced jokingly, Ganer could only fall to his knees and let out an incredulous laugh.
And here we have the second chapter of this, as you can see the power of the dragon cries will not be nerfed at all, anyone who knows the lore of The Elder scrolls knows that the dragon cries at power level are the equivalent of missiles , I have decided not to nerf anything, neither magic nor screams nor physical qualities.
op protagonist , but don't worry, the story will be interesting despite that I will strive for it, by the way I know that some might be slightly annoyed because nothing of Kuroinu appears yet, I ask for your patience, I want first of all to develop well to the protagonist, show his way of being and thinking and see him react to this new world before he messes with Kuroinu's story, by the way although this would focus on Kuroinu I allow myself to add some similar hentai things after all this mini plot is taken from the hentai Houjou no reizoku elf , I hope you enjoyed the chapter.