The Chronicles of King Kurog , Book I Content . I first met Kurog gro - Bagrakh in the wilds of Elsweyr . I was there pretending to be a scholar from Wayrest , but my true purpose was to watch , listen , and report back to King Emeric of Wayrest about events in the Khajiiti homeland . It was in this capacity as a spy that I originally encountered the boisterous and charismatic Orc warrior . He was newly arrived from Wrothgar , busy establishing himself in the mercenary group known as Gaspard ' s Stalkers . From all reports , he was brave , competent , and of unmatched physical prowess . He certainly looked the part to me . The Breton mercenary leader , Gaspard Esmery , opened his ranks to any and all races . As long as you were willing to follow orders and fight with all your strength , Gaspard had a place for you in his unit . Kurog brought along a handful of powerful Orcs who also happened to be extremely loyal to the young warrior . Soon , they were the most - prominent members of the Stalkers , getting the most - dangerous missions and the ogre ' s share of the loot . I was able to get close to Kurog on a number of occasions . He enjoyed being flirted with , especially by an attentive Breton woman who enjoyed sampling Khajiiti delicacies as much as he did . During these moments when we met for food and drink , he let down his guard and told me things I ' m sure he wouldn ' t have revealed to any of his male acquaintances . It was during one such rendezvous , in a dark and seedy tavern in the city of Orcrest , that I learned about the Orc warrior ' s past and his dreams for the future . We have all heard the horrible stories of life in the Orc strongholds . Kurog told me of his younger days as part of a clan in distant Wrothgar . He was the best and the brightest of a new crop of younglings — stronger , faster , and in many ways more brilliant than either his contemporaries or most of his elders . But he was unsatisfied with life in the clan . He wanted to prove himself in battle . He wanted to see the world . And both he and his clan chief knew that if he remained in the stronghold much longer , one of them was going to die . That was the way of life for the Orcs . Instead of pushing the issue and challenging the chief , Kurog rallied his bosom companions and signed on with a recruiter for Gaspard ' s Stalkers mercenary company . After lending his talents to help win skirmishes across Hammerfell and Cyrodiil , the company had made its way to Elsweyr . Kurog seemed to be having a grand old time seeing the sights , eating the food , bedding the wenches ( his words , not mine ) , and winning battle after battle . I offered Kurog a spoonful of honey pudding , my other hand resting on his powerful arm , and asked in all innocence , " But what about the future , my powerful friend ? " " The future ? " Kurog laughed . " I ' m going to go home , kill the old chief , and take command of my clan ! " Kurog said all this matter - of - factly . He wasn ' t boasting . He wasn ' t trying to impress me . He was simply telling me what he believed . And you know what ? I believed it , too . This was definitely an Orc that King Emeric was going to want to keep an eye on , mark my words .