Kurdan and The Sacred River - page1 (Patreon)

Every person has wondered where they came from, where life sprang from on this rock we call Nirn.

The orcs have their own version, a spirit that lived in the heart of a sacred river that fed the world life giving water. In such a holy place, anyone who had the folly of bathing in the sacred pools would incur the righteous judgement of the spirit of the river.

At least that is what the elders say. When any of the younger orcs dared to bathe or play in the stream that their village was built around, the elders would get incensed with anger. Every orc had heard the creation myth story...most tended to believe it. Or at least didn’t wish to be visited by angry old orcs for disobeying the rules. But not Kurdan.  Hell, everything was “sacred” to the elders it seemed. Don’t disturb the deeper woods for they are where the spirits walk. Don’t split the earth too deeply for fear of the wounded earthen spirits swallowing up any orc foolish enough to try and steal their riches. Be respectful of the spirits of the sky lest they rain upon us rains that do not nourish but spread blight. The list went on an on, the young orcs eating up the elders warnings and tales of the world.

But not Kurdan. No, he was brave and brawny, wise and quick-witted.His father believed the old tales, venerated the spirits and honored them. If the chieftain believed the tales so to did all the other orcs jn the tribe But not Kurdan.

He huffed as he stripped his clothing off and began his journey into the woods. One might find it odd to venture into the wilderness naked and exposed to the elements but Kurdan quite often walked these woods with nary a piece of cloth on him. He loved the freedom of feeling the air against his bare skin, the sunlight now and again peeking through the leaves to warm him. And since the woods were about the only place one could have privacy the orc often spent his time releasing his pent up frustration. Whether that was with hunting wild game, wrestling bears, or jerking his emerald length till his cummed in jets over the first floor. It did not matter.

Kurdan turned back to look at the smoke creeping out of the trees, the only real marker for him to follow back to the village. He grunted in disgust as he kicked some of the leaves...he knew when he got back he would get an earful. But he had something to prove. “Even pa afraid...ha! I’ll show him. Show him and the elders. Stupid river story. I am not afraid of some tale to scare children.” So began Kurdan’s journey deep into the ancient woods. As the hours passed even Kurdan noticed the change in his surroundings. The trees seemed timeless, the air was heavy with the scent of the woods and the waters, each breath the young orc took seemed to reinvigorate him, those tired muscles renewed with strength even as the sweat was dripping off that bare green body of the orc.

Kurdan let out a slightly astonished gasp as he finally approached the river’s heart. Kurdan was not much of a nature lover but even he could appreciate how untarnished this place was. He knew no person had ever stepped foot in this place...but it didn’t make it sacred. It made it old. He pushed his way past the rather thick vegetation surrounding the body of water before finally coming to the calm, cool waters of the river. Nothing bad had happened so far it had seemed...Kurdan was drenched with his own sticky moisture. The water seemed to call to him as he slowly dipped himself in the water, letting out a cry as the rather cold liquid shook his system. Maybe he was waiting for something to strike him or punish him but...nothing happened. He swam back to shore and clambered out to the riverbed and let out a victorious guffaw as he smirked at the water.

“Ha...knew this was just some stupid old legend. Stupid elders and their foolish fears of what, water?” The orc just basked in the knowledge that he was right and they were wrong.