Shadows of Voryn

Chapter Ten

Image above is Kruagus

Kruagus Darkmaw

   His grunt disrupted the entire hall. Everyone's head shot up by Kruagus lack of stealth and politeness. His ebony black heavy armor covered most of his body, sword at waist. He moved down the grand hall, everyone on the council and his father, seated at the long table.

His men lingered by the double door halls in black and blue armory attire.

Kruagus had a wider muscular build than most men here since they were all elf's and built to be leaner. Skin was slightly grayish, green from his mother's orcish side. His pale green eyes scanned around not caring of their anger in his disruption.

He stood easily six and a few inches tall. His facial features were not deemed handsome for elf or human standards but he had a perfectly angular facial bone structure, with a masculine wide jaw and short beard. Other than the the color of skin that made him stand out as a half-orc, he looked mostly like any other elf, excellent when he was enrage and his outward lower fangs appeared. His leaf-shaped ears were nearly double the size of an elf, long brown hair, with a few individual braids along the front, hanging over his face. His thick brows bunched together when they all look but said nothing. He had an intense gaze with a tattoo of runes along the side of his neck.

He knew how to command a room with his presence and it bothered everyone. In his hand, Kruagus carried three sets of heads and flung it to the Kings feet. His wide jaw formed a smile.

"I have killed all of your enemies. Me." His voice was rough and deep. "I have kept this Kingdom safer than any man you have let command your territory. This Kingdom...Tholan is more powerful than the help from most of your legitimate sons."

King Jord Morvan looked at his bastard son, showing his contempt in Kruagus disruptive intrusion. His elbows rested at the armrest, combing his fingers through his light beard. Green eyes looked at his bastard and huffed. "We are in an important discussion."

"Oh, I can see with eyes." Kruagus extended his arms out. "Does not change what I want."

King Jord Morvan pursed his thin lips and glanced down at the three heads. As a high elf, King Jord Morvan could admit how capable his bastard son was and what he'd do next. He stood. "Before my curse was lifted by your sisters hand...I fucked your slut of a mother. Why..." King Jord Morvan shrugged. "Too much ale." His smile wickedly.

Kruagus grimaced, not hearing anything new. His father despised him but at the end, he was of his blood and would not toss him away. Especially, since he was the best fighter and leader he had. "I do not hate you for disliking the sight of me. I find it humorous. She was an orc. What normal man would fuck an orc?"

King Jord Morvan caught the casual insult. "We were discussing the future. There is one last enemy I have desired to end for a century now. He has something of mine. Something of ours. Even you."

Kruagus grinned knowing his father would need him. By the dangerous look in his father's eyes, there was a thirst for this enemies death and to regain what was taken. "I will do nothing without gaining what I want."

King Jord Morvan smiled.

"Perhaps we ask your sons to do this request, my King," the kings surrogate suggested. He was the kings main advisor. The surrogate, Osmon was older, nearing his sixties and hated Kruagus more than any.

Kruagus never cared to understand his reasonings, as long as he didn't get in his way. "Death is almost at your door. Don't let it come any faster."

"My duty is to help my King," Osmon shot back, gesturing hostility with hand swerving about.