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((urgh...i spent 5-8 hours on this..so..un..in..spired! and no im not very good at all this gooey stuff... only those who know or have known Turga can join in if they want))


Grey clouds covers the sky as a small trading vessel slowly creeps towards the port of Falmarra, it sits so heavily in the water that it seems like a small wave would be enough to sink it. The captain nervously manouvers the small boat past Falmarrian war ships and assorted fishing and trader boats. With a light thud the small ship comes to a creaking halt as it hits the dock, The captain lets out a sigh of relief We're here! I did my part! now it's yer time to do yer part! he shouts at the deck. A distant grunt followed by the sound of movement from under the deck is the only answer he gets, moments later the cargo door creaks open. Turga's broad frame lumbers out on deck dressed in a simple shirt and pants, the burns and blisters on his legs are nearly gone. The captain hands him a small note Take this to the port master, he should let ye trough..just hope ye aint the fergetfull type he says with a wink and crooked grin. Turga pockets the small note then hefts a heavy looking bag onto his shoulders meh nub forget staff dat matsh, yeh? he replies with a clever smile then walks up on the dock. The small boat moans and creaks as Turgas feet leaves the deck, like a cork it pops up from the water and hovers for a second before dropping back down. The captain clings to the mast with his eyes closed tightly and a painfull grin on his face, as the boat comes to a rest he opens his left eye looking around slowly then opens his right eye. Seeing that the boat is still in one piece he lets go of the mast, takes one step then falls trough the still open cargo door. Turga grins to himself as he hears the thud followed shortly by incoherent and muffled cursing Stoopid oomin... he thinks to himself.

After a short stop at the port masters office he heads towards Falmarra, halfway there he stops, takes a quick look around then quickly reaches into his bag and pulls out a package. With a flick of his wrist the package is tossed into the forest, not bothering to wait and see who the package was for he continues on his way. About 200 meters from the city gates he veers of to the left taking a well traveled forest path, his heart begins to beat faster and a well known feeling of exited nervousnes courses trough his body. As he gets closer the sound of wood being chopped and a euphoric giggling and grunting makes his heart pound like never before, his pace quickens unconciously.

An orcess is standing infront of a average sized stone house chopping wood with an axe, strapped to her back in a leather harnes a orcling baby boy. His black and tired eyes are squinted and his mouth is opened with a euphoric grin on his face, a little bit of drool drips from his jaw. His hair is curly and bright red, his tusks are small and stubby, he has the looks of his father, The orcess stops chopping wood for a minute and straightens up, her curly brigth red hair hangs over her left shoulder reaching down to her belly button. She has bright brown eyes with a small nose, she wears a dress that seems to be two numbers too small for her and doesnt seem to bothered by it. Ogat, the baby, suddenly stops giggling and starts to grunt exitedly Dadda?Dadda! he squeeks then starts to paddle with his small stubby legs. Ur'teb blinks then slowly turns around with squinted eyes, two steps behind her Turga is standing hunched over with one foot infront of the other and his hands extended like he was about to tickle her. As Ur'teb and Turga makes eyecontact Turga slowly straightens up looking at her in a disapointed way Boo he says while maintaining the dissapointed look.


With a delighted squeal she throws herself at him hugging him tightly then showers his face with kisses, Turga grins as the shower of kisses slowly stops can meh hab meh arms now..? he says and wiggles his arms ever so slightly. Ur'teb relaxes her arms just enough for him to get his arms around her. oh!oh! Ur'teb grunts as she unstraps baby Ogat from her back and holds him up infront of Turga Look! He hab gotten his bebbeh tusks! she says proudly then grins broadly pointing her dirty fingers at Ogats small baby tusks. Ogat grunts non stop as he tries to grab Turgas face with his grubby small fingers, Turga smiles and carefully wraps his fingers around the babys waist pulling him closer. As Ogat gets close enough to grab his fathers face he latches on like a rotworm, Turga sighs as his face becomes stretched like a piece of drying leather on a...well, a stretcher. Ogat makes big exited baby eyes as he stretches and pulls his fathers face, his mouth shaped in a overly exited "O" and some drewl dripping from his jaw. mubbu ga insuid now? Turga tries to say while his face is stretched and pulled in every direction possible. Ur'teb nods a couple of time yubba, meh hab made some beer and lodda dishes for joo..and liddul wans for meh Turga raises both brows looking at her as they walk inside Liddul wans...?
Yubba..liddul dishes for meh. can nub go around lookin like meh beh lazy..joo hab problem wid dat? she replies giving him a smile as she runs her hands along her surprisingly slender waist. nub..nuuuub..just nub want yuu to beh hungry, and staff, yeh? Ur'teb snorts out a giggle and rolls her eyes dejectedly in response.

As they enter the stone house a lively smell of cooked meat and fermenting beer drifts up his nostriles hurrr! smells good! Turga says as he sits down on his regulare spot by the dinner table. Ogat bounces eagerly in his lap when Ur'teb places the day old rewarmed dish of rabbit meat on the table, Turga takes his time with the dish eatings slowly and chewing every piece of meat untill it is thuroghly chewed. Ur'teb puts a much smaller plate on the table with a full sized lamb thigh on it then sits down herself licking her lips hungrily. Turga looks at the lamb thigh then his wife then back at the lamb thigh Dessert or somding? he asks in a sarcastic tone of voice Appurtaisur she replies quickly as she grabs each end of the lamb thigh and takes a big bite out of it chewing heavily and smacking her thounge as she eats. Turga chuckles lightly while shaking his head then looks down at Ogat who seems preoccupied with stuffing handfulls of rabbit meat in his own mouth, ears and any other orrifice he can find or reach. Turga smiles warmly as he looks at his son then gives him a little kiss on the top of his small head. A loud burp makes him raise his head and look accusingly at Ur'teb whom seems very content with having relieaved herself of some excess air. With a sigh Turga scoops up the leftover bits of rabbit meat, which Ogat didnt get his grubby fingers on, tossing them in his mouth he swallows without bothering to chew.


A few hours later both Ogat and Ur'teb seem to be more stuffed then a goblin cook roasting over a open fire, Ogat can barely keep his eyes open anymore and is given a diaper change, if you can call a rabbits fur a diaper that is, and placed in his little cage like crib. A stuffed toy bear serves as a pillow and a large wolfs fur serves as a comforter, Turga stands over his sons crib watching him with a warm smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes, Ur'teb hugs him from behind and rubs her nose in his pony-tailed-up hair mebbeh we sleep now too, yeh? she doesnt answer him, but moves her hand down to the waist line of his pants and pulls at it a little. Turga grins slowly Da bear beh sleepin in da cave now, nub commin out untill white stuff come from da sky he whispers softly, Ur'teb snorts squizing him tighter Den meh hab to get it to wake up den she whispers back as she begins steering him towards the fireplace. Turga sighs then rolls his eyes would it madder ib meh said meh was smashed by magick and hab burns..? he says trying not to trip over the many wooden toys laying on the stone floor. Ur'teb stops and grabs his shoulders spinning him around with big scared eyes, dropping his pants with a swift hand movement she squints at his crotch nub..nub matsh burned..dank da Father she whispers then straightens up to remove her dress. Turga pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it in a random direction then grabs Ur'tebs waist as her dress drops to her feet. she grunts and giggles as she jumps up and wraps her legs around his waist Anaddur brudda or sistah from da Father..meh hope for brudda! Turga whispers exitedly Ur'teb grunts amused It will beh sista..dat meh sure ob Turga growls mockingly as he lets himself fall down on the big bear fur spread out infront of the fireplace. and since we all value or sanity and appetite its best to let the rest of this story continue tomorrow..

The soft sound of rain drumming against the roof slowly brings Turga out of a deep sleep, with a soft grunt he rolls over on his side. Ur'teb whimpers and grunts in a faint protest as her pillow, or Turgas chest, dissapears from under her head. Resting her head on his arm she sighs with closed eyes, only to open them when confused baby babbling comes from Ogats little crib. With a reluctent groan she gets up and walks over to the crib, as she leans over the crib she begins giggling. Turga sits halway up looking over at her wub? did he get da fur ob again? without answering him she leans into the crib and when she leans back up she is holding Turgas shirt with her index finger and thumb, Turga raises a brow as he sees the shirt then laughs lightly before slumping back down on the bear fur. With a smug smile on her face she tosses the shirt at Turgas face then bends down and picks up Ogat, Ogats bright red and curly hair is flattened on the left side of his head and stands out on the right side of his head. The rabbit fur diaper has grown in size and the smell emitting from it would be enough to make a grown man cry but, to an orc it smells like a human baby would smell to another human.

Turga sighs as he leaves the comfortable, comfortable to an orc at least, fur and gets dressed in his old clothes. meh set up some traps two dais ago Ur'teb says over her shoulder while she puts a new rabbit fur on Ogat who babbles and grunts while his stubby feet and hands kick and flail like in a cramp at the air. yeh..? how manneh yuu put up? he asks as he opens a window by the dinner table, the sound of heavy rain sounds like a waterfall and cold air rushes trough the opened window. Turga inhales deeply trough his nose with closed eyes as he leans against the windowsill Nub manneh..onleh five ob dem Turga nods a bit then straightens up removing his hands from the windowsill. Ur'teb hands Turga the orcling as she goes to get dressed and Turga walks over too a wooden trap door, getting down on one knee he rests Ogat on his hips as he opens the trap door. A pungent oder of dried meat and wet salt accompanied by ice cold air slowly fills the room as he reaches into the open hole, when he stands up again he has two big and one small piece of dried deer ribs in his hands.

After closing the trap door he walks over to the dinner table and drops the dried deer ribs on it, Ur'teb puts her arm around Turgas lower back and rests her head agsint his shoulder with smile on her lips. Turga leans his head towards hers and gives her a light kiss on her forehead, Ogat grunts eagerly and kicks with his legs and flails his arms with drewl dripping from his jaw as he looks hungrily at the dried piece of deer ribs on the table. With a little grin Turga sits down and shifts Ogat around so that he is sitting on his left thigh, Ur'teb sits down as well and grabs the closest dried deer ribs. Turga hands Ogat his little portion of dried deer ribs then grabs his own eating with one hand, a silence falls over the house only broken by the sound of meat beeing chewed and swallowed. And of course the ocassional grunts accompanied with burps and glugging of beer mugs being filled.

After breakfast Turga puts puts on his leather hunting armor Ogba said joo hab to tell him wen joo go hunting Ur'teb says while trying to get Ogat to stop chewing on her hair. Yeh? he replies he beh in Falmarra? he asks while tigthening the straps on his leather pants Yubba, he beh staying at da Drunken Donkeh ib meh nub remember wrong she says as she stands up resting little Ogat on her hip. Turga nods with a grunt then takes his old wooden club and his old hunting knife, Ur'teb hands Ogat to him then puts on the leather harness placing it on her chest. Turga looks at her with a raised brow yuu goin too? yubba..need some dings she replies while laying on her back on the floor kicking at the air as she tries to force a pair of tiny pants. With a high pitched growl she finaly forces them over her hip and sucks her little gut in, Turga watches her with a silly grin on his face then bursts out laughing as the fabric of the pants rips with a loud tearing sound. Ogat gunts curiously as he watches the pants split in half then giggles as his father bursts out laughing. Ur'teb growls as the pants tears and rips it of before quickly putting on a skirt and blouse, Turga is still chuckling and shaking his head as Ur'teb places the squirming and giggling Ogat in his harness.

dat nub ebun funny.. She says in a mildly annoyed tone of voice hurrr..sorreh da look on yuu face beh so funny Turga says while chucking and grinning. Ur'teb snorts hurtfully as she stomps out the door, shaking his head with a sigh he closes the open window then walks out the door as well. As he catches up to them Ur'teb tucks her arm into his out of habbit, Turga thinks he has been forgiven and tries to kiss her. Only to be rejected as she leans her head away from him with a frown and elbowing him gently in the ribs, Turga grunts then changes direction with his head and kisses baby Ogat on his head instead. Luckily for Turga Ur'teb is of the forgiving kind and has already forgotten the incident as they pass trough the open city gates of Falmarha, after a quick kiss goodbye they part ways. Turga aproaches the Drunken Donkeh with a little grin on his face, Drunken Donkeh is one of the few orcish bars in Falmarha that havent been closed due to sanitary vialations. Humans and other races should thin twice before entering this orcish bar, unless they fancy having their heads bashed in or losing and arm or two. A cacophany of muffled grunts, snarls, growls and roars can be heard as he aproaches the battered door. All of a sudden the door flies open with a loud crash and a short stocky orc comes flying out witha roar, landing face first he slides a couple of meters then stands brushing of his face and chest. Turga grins at him yuu beh keh? he asks the orc who turns around and gives him a drunken glare, Turga chuckles hoarsly then turns to walk inside. Two steps from the open door a massive orc sticks his head out and glares at him then at the orc behind him, the massive orc brutally shoves past Turga who growls and nearly stumbles to the ground. The massive orc angrily shoves the smaller orc and is a bout too hit him when a guard calls out No bloody fighting in the streets! Both orcs ignore the guard and engage in a savage wrestling and boxing match. Turga snorts then stomps trough the open doorway, the stench of beer, body oder and sweat nearly makes his eyes water.


The bar is packed to the rim with orcs of all kinds and tribes even though it leads to fights and quarels, the bonethrowing pit is hazardous for anyone with more coins then braincells, the beer barrels are well guarded by big and rabid looking ogres. They are of course chained down for their and everyone elses safety but, that doesnt stop young orcs from showing their bravery or stupidness by running up behind the ogres and kicking them in the butt. Many young orcs have lost a limb and even their life attempting that stunt, Turga allmost lost his leg while atempting that stunt. A familier voice brings him out of his thoughts Duck brudda! Turgas head turns in the direction of the voice and sees Ogba looking at him with a expectingly painfull grin on his face. Ogba is short and skinny for a grown orc, his bald head glimmers like a thousand stars...oh who am i kidding..his sweaty and bald head shines like a dirty puddel of urine, his eyes sits so close together that he has next to no periffiral vission and his left tusk is half the length of his right tusk. Turgas black and tired eyes picks up a black blob that seems to be increasing in size by the second, just in time he tilts his head to the side barely avoiding a pitcher filled with beer. With a crash it hits a table filled with beer mugs and rather angry orcs, Ogba quickly hurries over to him and grabs his arm. Turga responds with a light growl and frowns as he looks down at Ogbas sweaty bald head Less git aoda here, yuh! he shouts trough the noise, Turga snorts then jogs out the open door eagerly followed by Ogba. Outside the the small orc is laying on the ground holding his bleeding forehead with a guard standing over him holding a steel club, the bigger orc is fighting a couple of guards armed with a steel clubs. Not taking the time to help their brothers in need Ogba sprints at a surprisingly quick pace down the street, Turga slows down a little looking at the big orc as he brutally headbutts one of the guards to the ground. Stop to help and end up in jail or worse or keep running leaving a brother to his faith? With a growl Turga stops and walks quickly towards the guard standing over the smaller orc, before he comes close enough too strike the guard sees him coming.
Halt!not one more step! he shouts in a commanding voice as he points the steel club at Turga, he slowly stops not even five paces from the guards extended steel club. A devilish smile drifts over his lips and he tilts his head slightly to the right looking past the guard, the guard quickly looks over his shoulder and sees the big orc standing right behind him. A sickening crunch and blood splatters over Turgas face and chest, the bigger orc looks at him with rage in his eyes then picks the smaller orc up of the ground. The alarm bell sounds and shouting voices can be heard coming down the alleyways, Turga looks at the dead guards then snorts before turning around and walking away calmly.

Frightened men and women run into their homes and hide behind any obstacle they can find You!Halt! someone shouts and moments later the sound of steel clashing against steel accompanied by growls and grunts echoes trough the city. Turga whipes of the blood from his face as he walks towards the city gate, several guards rush past him one of them stops he looks very young for a guard . Did you fight? he asks looking suspicously at the blood on his leather armor Nub, meh commin from da Drunken Donkeh Turga says plainly. The guard nods then hurries after the other guards, Turga chuckles to himself as he continues walking. As he reaches the gate he is stopped once again by guards asked the same question, again he answers truthfully and is allowed to pass. Outside the gate he sees Ogba hiding partially behind a tree Reddeh for some hunting? Turga asks him with a little grin Yuh!less go! he answers quicly then runs across the road and across the farm fields. Turga sighs yuu nub need yuu hunting stuff? he shouts after him, Ogba comes to a skidding halt and fumbles around his waist Yuh!yuh! we go inside da city and git it! he shouts back then runs back towards the city gates. Turga smiles while shaking his head as he follows him trough the gates.

When Ogba finally find his hunting gear Turga has been interrogated by ten guards, nearly put in jail and threatened by drunk villagers with pitchforks. All in a days work for an orc.. Ogba sprints past him with a bow and quiver strapped to his back, Turga jogs after him with a dejected look on his face. Over the road and trough the farm fields they run, Ogba slows his pace for a moment and looks over his shoulder hurreh hurreh! he shouts eagerly then picks up the pace again. Turga snorts and grits his teeth as he runs as fast as his bulky legs can move, but Ogbas short legs seems to never go tired. Ogbats feet drum against the ground like drum sticks as he leads the way trough the forest, Turga can barely keep up as it is and soon slows to a slow jog. All around them birds of all shapes and sizes take to the air with chirps and shrieks as the duo move deeper into the forest, Ogba suddenly stops dead in his tracks and darts behind a small tree. Turga stumbles to a halt then steps behind a tree as well, panting heavily and with sweat pouring down his face he looks to Ogba wub is it? he whispers forceably Herd ob bakks! he whispers excitedly back. Turga nods and draws his wooden club readying himself, Ogba silently unstraps the bow from his back and knocks back an arrow. Turga growls silently as he slowly sneaks to the left of Ogba while keeping a sharp lookout for any movement ahead, Ogba responds with a light hooting sound then sneaks right. Ever so gently the tow orcs move forward only making low animal sounds as they close in on their prey.

In a small clearing about one hundred paces from where they stood a small flock of stags are grazing, one big buck paces back and forth constantly looking around. A branch snaps and the entire herd lifts their heads staring at the forest, at the very edge of the forest right infront of them a small figure appears. An arrow whistles trough the air striking a medium sized buck right in the heart, it havent even fallen to the ground before the herd stampedes in the opposite direction. Another arrow strikes a small doe at the rear of the herd she colapses to the ground with a chilling scream. As the first buck enters the forest he zig zags trough the trees and leaps over a tree stump, in mid air a big orc appears from behind a tree with a wooden club in his raised hand. With a loud crack Turga lands a devestating haymaker to the bucks head crushing it like a overly ripe melon, the buck tumbles to the ground and his antles dig into the soft undergrowth twisting its neck into an awkward position. Turga lets the rest of the stags rush past him before he retrieves the dead buck, with the buck resting on his left shoulder he walks back to the clearing. Ogba has allready gutted and cleaned out the two stags he killed he looks at Turga with a proud grin hurrrrrr! Dat was fun! he shouts at him then places some intestines in his leather bag. Turga Grins a little as he looks at the dead doe and buck yeh..very gudd hunt! he says before dropping the buck from his shoulder. After a few minutes they have skinned and gutted all their prey Ur'teb put up da traps, yuh? Ogba asks as he hoist the small doe onto his back Yeh...only five ob dem Turga replies then places one buck on each shoulder with a grunt. Ogba nods briefly then follows Turga, for a change, as they walk deeper into the forest to find the traps.