Origin

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Double Release for you guys.

Thanks for all the Powerstones.

Hope u like it:)

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Narzug awoke. His thoughts were filled with the experiences during the ritual, but even more so with the strange dream he had. He stood up and stretched, every bone in his body cracking.

"How long have I been lying here?!"

He examined his body but couldn't notice any apparent changes. The only difference was that he felt incredibly strong. He wanted to sit on a small stone to organize his thoughts but shattered the stone effortlessly with his hand.

"Fuck, how strong have I become?!"

He carefully sat on the ground and began to organize his memories.

"I had almost devoured the heart when Morgash, that little bastard, betrayed me. Then came the ring and incredible pain until it went dark. I still remember that I devoured the heart and then continued with the ring..."

He looked at the ring on his finger and hesitantly tried to pull it off. Without any problems, Narzug was able to remove the ring; he felt no emotions from it, it was just an ordinary ring.

"So I did it! How did I do it? No idea, but if my dream has even a spark of truth and wasn't just a fever dream, it could explain it..."

Narzug tried to remember the entire dream and put it in a chronologically correct order.

He had floated for what felt like centuries in a dark, silent void, until he slowly flew towards a bright room. In this room, he could make out a huge luminous figure singing a beautiful song. Narzug could neither remember the appearance of the figure nor the exact content of the song, he only knew that both were incredibly beautiful.

He listened and listened to the song without moving, to avoid making any disturbing noise. He spent what felt like millennia just listening to the song.

But then he heard a second song. Full of discord and dissonance. It came from his own heart. Unheard by anyone else, but clear and distinct to Narzug. The song was his source, which filled his entire being. He was the source and this ugly song. Narzug continued to listen and tried to understand the exact sound of his own song, and with the slow understanding came the memories...

Narzug had seen himself, but he had no body. He was himself, but aside from existing, he did nothing. He was empty, and apart from his own song, he had nothing but total darkness around him. He knew there were others like him, others with a body more terrifying to look at than any monster one could imagine, and all of them emitted an ugly song.

Narzug explored his surroundings for millennia, eating through the rock, but there was nothing. Now and then he heard more beautiful songs, but he hated them. Yet at the same time, he felt greed for them. He wanted to be like them, but he knew he couldn't.

He felt more and more beautiful songs being played somewhere above him, but he was trapped in the deep darkness. One day, he heard an incredibly evil song, but after a few thousand years, it disappeared, only to be replaced by a less malevolent song.

He continued to spend his time existing, and the years passed in the blink of an eye. The only thing he did was keep walking in a random direction every day, and if the rock tried to stop him, he devoured it with his greed until he could keep walking.

Time passed until he eventually could perceive a few very quiet but also ugly songs, not unlike his own. He moved towards them and broke out of an orc tunnel in the depths of the Misty Mountains. In front of him, he could see some ugly figures; they were orcs.

They died immediately from fright, but the formless Narzug studied them and eventually took on their form. He only improved a few of their flaws until he was satisfied with his appearance. As soon as he had a body, the very first coherent thoughts came into his head. He craved companionship and a purpose. He suppressed his song of greed so as not to kill the weak creatures around him immediately.

He explored the orc tunnels and met more of them. He learned their language and culture until he finally became Narzug the Master Blacksmith.

However, Narzug was still dissatisfied. He wanted to be more and, above all, to know more about his surroundings,the world he was so ignorant about, but all his efforts were in vain. He couldn't learn more about his existence. Daily, he extended his senses further, hoping to find a being that knew why Narzug existed. What he was. And finally, his senses reached a being. The being consisted of a weak song of greed, which seemed familiar to Narzug, but he also sensed infinite knowledge in this weak song. Narzug devoured the song of this being, adapted his own. He devoured every memory and then fell into a long nothingness.

Until he finally opened his eyes as Jacob...

"Fuck, what am I? Have I ever even been Jacob, or did this body just steal the memories or the soul?! And to which race of Middle-earth do I belong?! Who am I?"

Narzug looked east and murmured loudly to himself: "What is this disgusting feeling pulling me east... Wait! Sauron the fucker must have woken up from his slumber and is calling all evil to him! But sorry Sauron, I have more important problems!"

Narzug gathered all his Tolkien knowledge and sifted through it. He tried to figure out what it could be. Finally, he came to a conclusion.

"Could it really be?! It matches my memories... It is definitely the most plausible..."

"Far, far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. They are older than he. Now I have walked there, but I will bring no report to darken the light of day," Narzug quoted Gandalf.

"Am I one of these beings? I read a theory about them... Born from the dissonance of Morgoth in the Song of Creation, after Illuvitar brought the song of creation into being?! Was I a nameless being until I became Narzug and finally Jacob/Narzug?!"

What Narzug didn't know was that his guess was spot on. An ancient being, without thought or purpose, until it had devoured the memories of Jacob from another world.

"No matter what I am... no matter if Jacob or Nameless something... now I am 'ME', an orc named Narzug."

Then Narzug stood up again but forgot his strength once more. His leg shattered the rock until he was stuck in the stone up to his knee.

"I absolutely need to get a grip on my body and become aware of its changes. What have I gained by devouring the dragon's heart? Just immense strength or can I perhaps breathe fire?! And what about my source, I hear it clearly now, it's the same song of greed that the nameless being possessed, just a bit more..."

Said and done, Narzug ran around the cave, jumping, striking, running until he could control his body properly again. Then he took his axe in his hand and thought, "It's time you got a name. I shall call you 'Ira' because you will be the anger that tears my enemies apart!"

And as if on cue, the axe glowed with a dark black light, and its pride was palpable. If Narzug interpreted his axe correctly, it was proud of its new name.

"Come, Ira, it's time to test my body!" said Narzug and wanted to shroud himself in the illusion of an insignificant orc when he realized, "Shit, if the ring is gone, have I lost my ability to weave illusions now?!"

He listened to his song and then tried to imitate the ring's ability. After a few attempts, he found a spot in his song that spoke of illusion and deception. In his mind, he sang his song along and wove an illusion, more powerful than when he had used the ring before.

Astonished at himself, Narzug turned to the exit and grinned.

"Fuck, I've finally devoured the ring and am free to do what I want again. No more annoying manipulation of my thoughts! I am Narzug and I do what I want," Narzug shouted loudly and ran out of the sanctuary into more populated parts of the mountain.

Narzug quickly noticed through conversations with other orcs that he had already been forgotten. Panic began to spread within him.

"How long did I sleep?!"

Until he finally met one of the warg riders who had accompanied him on the way back from the battle.

"How long has Narzug the Mist Demon been missing now?" Narzug asked.

"Are you trying to make fun of my story too? I'm telling you, I saw him go into the tunnels a little over a year ago. Man, I'm done, I'm emigrating!" the orc shouted angrily and stomped off.

Narzug breathed a sigh of relief: "So, I've been asleep for a year... then there is probably already a new chieftain... should I kill him and become the leader again? No, at least not here... my days here are as good as numbered. Soon I'll be on my way. But first, I have to test and get to know my body anew... how best to do that?"

Then he began to grin. He had made a decision. He would stay in the deep tunnels of the sanctuary and fight with the orcs.

"If I'm going to leave, I'll make sure my name is burned into the minds of all orcs. They will tremble with fear as soon as they hear of Narzug the Mist Demon!"

In the following six months, more and more legends about Narzug emerged among the orcs. They told of a creepy figure shrouded in mist, who hunts the strongest orcs in the tunnels. No matter how many warriors faced the Mist Demon, all perished.

Narzug, who shrouded himself in the illusion of mist, quickly learned the new limitations of his body.

"I am now roughly estimated to be three times as fast and strong as before I devoured Smaug's heart. Unfortunately, I can't breathe fire, but my skin is harder than any steel armor. That's good. So, I don't have to forge armor anymore."

Then Narzug heard Sauron's call from Mordor again. In the last half year, this call had repeatedly resounded on a level of dark emotions. Annoyed by it, Narzug had already started ignoring it since the first time.

"If i didn't miscount it should be around 2943 T.A. Now I have Beorn's heart left, and then I'll leave this horrible shithole forever! Finally i can just do whatever i want... but what do i want to do?"