Uruk Tales

Takra The Machine

"I used to be a fire brander then he cleaved me in two took my blood brother and limped off that pathetic cur ill tell you all how my life got turned to this!"

Walking through the lands of Gorgoroth was a busy job all the heat would have had the slaves begging to go back to Seregost never liked that place it alwayse felt like I was going to freeze to death. But here my fire branding stick I call a brander is reminder of where you came from and who you belong to.

Kicking the slaves into the lava pissed off the overlord sure but it was as good as a mid morning scrap watching them sizzle like Caragor legs is just delightful. Old white eyes hated it that stupid archer guards a war chief but can't be bothered to have fun.

Then he showed up the tark that will change my life the grave walker. "Dead man!" He turned to look at me with a cold expression "You see this hear weapon it'll be the thing that brands you and then you'll be my own!" But the fight was bloody impossible he jabbed at me I'd jab at him before I know it he's down on ground swinging my flaming sword I slash into him and he falls.

"I did it! I really did it! Oh the overlords going to promote me to war chief for this!" He couldn't  have cared less that piece of shrak. But then I saw something that made me jump. "Grave walker!" He seemed mad oh well getting destroyed by me will anger the stupid tarks tho none has come back before. "I failed to mark you last time this time you won't be so lucky!" 

This time I couldn't do anything I had no boys to back me up before I knew it I was on my knees. "Go ahead finish it my blood brother will hear about this and you'll be sorry!" Then the cold steel  hit me and he cleaved me in two. I thought I had died then i saw my brother running in to save me his shield in the sun "get him ogg!"

Swords and shields clashed but I was barely even thinking but then it happend... He was branded right in front of me used as a puppet how dare he do this to him! Then it all went black...

I awoke hearing a necromacer and a vat keeper talking I couldn't feel my arm. "Yep he was torn up pretty bad lucky guy lived tho" the necromacer hummed "yes I didn't need to do anything oh he's awake" I looked up but found out I couldn't see through a eye. The vat keeper looked at me with sorrow "I'm afraid your blood brother has joined Talion and your body was in repairable" I looked down and saw my body my steel mechanical body.

The necromacer turned to me " I am Zog the Eternal I am here to summon a balrog you might have herd about me but I have sent a orc called the diseased to fight Talion as he fights your buddy white eyes I suggest you go help him and avenge your brother." I got up and bolted to where Zog directed me he better have been right.

On my way I couldn't believe a second chance oh hell get it now!

There he was fighting old white eyes and then the diseased came time to make my self announced "Fleshing!" He turned with confusion and shock "you cleaved me in two any other Orc would have died but I survived  more then that I thrived! My brothers put me back together stronger then ever but they didn't make me what I am today no you did you created the machine!" 

To be continued....

I will update his story on 5 comments others will come in between tho