#caragor

[dish-licker]

Caragor from Shadows of War

[pengtheplush]

The polls decree and so I shall deliver!

[wheres-all-the-tea-shots]

[zeizeizeizei]

Unpopular Headcanons for Talion Pt 1

🗡️Quiet Determination

Talion is a man of few words, but his actions speak volumes. He embodies quiet strength and unwavering resolve, often using his silence to command respect.

🗡️Deeply Loyal

Talion values loyalty above all else. Whether to his family, comrades, or Celebrimbor, he commits himself fully to those he trusts, even at great personal cost.

🗡️Identity Crisis

Being bound to Celebrimbor creates an identity crisis for Talion. He questions whether his actions are his own or if he’s merely a vessel.

🗡️Favorite Weapon: Longsword

Talion’s weapon of choice is a longsword, which he views as a symbol of Gondorian tradition. He meticulously maintains his blade, treating it as an extension of himself.

🗡️Connection to Animals

Talion has a natural affinity for animals, particularly horses and Caragors. He feels a kinship with them, appreciating their loyalty and resilience.

🗡️Superstitious Tendencies

Despite his rational demeanor, Talion holds onto small Gondorian superstitions, like avoiding walking under certain trees or always wearing a talisman his wife gave him. (Which Celebrimbor dismisses as childish, though part of him secretly entertains the truth in some of them.)

🗡️Trust Issues

After losing his family and being betrayed by fate, Talion struggles to trust others fully. Even those he fights alongside must earn his loyalty through action rather than words.

🗡️Mortal Pride

Despite his connection to Celebrimbor, Talion is proud of his mortal heritage. He often reminds the elf that mortals, not Elves, will ultimately shape the fate of Middle-earth.

🗡️Rare Smile

Talion’s smiles are rare and fleeting, but when they do appear, they’re genuine and warm, often sparked by small acts of kindness or brief moments of peace.

🗡️Carrying Compassion for Two

Where Celebrimbor is harsh and pragmatic, Talion takes it upon himself to carry the emotional weight of their partnership. He feels that Celebrimbor’s detached nature isn’t indifference but a defense mechanism born of pain and guilt.

🗡️Reassuring Words

In rare moments of vulnerability, Talion assures Celebrimbor that his worth isn’t tied to his past mistakes. He tells the Elf that the chance to fight for something greater—together—proves there’s still good within him.

🗡️ Chaotic Duo

Beneath the tension, Talion finds a certain amusement in their banter. Celebrimbor’s sharp wit and Talion’s dry humor often turn their arguments into moments of unexpected levity, breaking up the grimness of their shared mission.

[yamperzzz]

I like the cut of the jib on this guy but unfortunately he's a big wimp. My ass had to save him after I watched him almost die to a trial by caragor. His face and skills DO NOT MATCH his performance he's like a deer in headlights when he's in real danger.

His name's Dûsh Dead-Eye btw

[kolkudarandtheorcgang]

(Trigger Warnings: Mentions of violence, animal abuse, animal slaughter for food and other materials, s3x work)

Worldbuild Lore: Feral Tribe

As the ones closest to the vile nature of Mordor, the Feral Tribe distinguishes itself as the faction of the hunters and beast tamers of Sauron, gathering ferocious monsters to serve under his command in war. As savage as the caragors and as unwilling to bend as the dragons, their reputation is notorious as the uruks by far hardest to defeat, due to their endurance and stubborness.

Their roars are heard from afar as they ride their mounts forward at the front of their army, acting as knights against the horse riders amongst The Free Folks, tearing down their forces with the fangs and claws of their own as well as that of their trained creatures. Another important position they assume is that of trackers and saboteurs, as well as that of hunters of spies and escaping prisoners. Their pride lies in their reliance on instincts and on their vast knowledge of the nature of the animals of Mordor and how to bond with such beasts and dominate them, fearlessly.

Their mindset is heavily attuned to the behaviors of the creatures: no decent feral would fail at reading the behavior of their beasts, much less at reading the behavior and emotions of other orcs. In their heads, nature is everything of importance, for it can neither be denied nor refused, for if one follows their true nature, they become invincible just as the caragors and the wargs become stronger as they accept to follow their hunting and fighting impulses. Another thing they are attuned to is the world surrounding them, such as the forests where they dwell and explore, the rivers and lakes where the dangerous fishes swim, the caves where morgul bats and ghûls hide in from sunlight, and even the winds used by drakes and morgai flies to travel across the distances. The weather, the seasons, the cycles of the lifeforms, these things are all part of the wisdom gathered by the ferals, which often leads to them having a deeper level of empathy towards the living, even though usually, they either hold a sadistic hunger for their prey, determined to the point of never yielding, or present rather aggressive, animalistic traits such as brutality, distrust and selfishness.

The Feral Tribe dwells in the Haven at the burgh of Pakonband, known as the heart of the hunting guilds of the Haven. The space there is wide and open, with fenced stables and buildings with large yards for the animals kept there. Hunters can be seen atop watchposts, protecting the place from cattle thieves and runaway animals alike, while tall barred fences of metal and wood separate the open space from the other burghs. Many training arenas and breeding farms are located there as well, raising a wide range of creatures from drakes and morgul bats to caragors, wargs and spiders, whether as work or mount animals or as source of materials and ingredients. Pet critters are also bred and sold in the burgh for the inhabitants, though their main source of income is on the sale of the larger animals and on the offer of hunting and taming services, as well as training courses for new beast hunters, breeders and tamers. Those who prove themselves worthy earn free training or work at the burgh, while those caught mistreating the beasts are often harshly punished, despite the rumors surrounding the belief that ferals are cruel towards their own mascots and prey.

Impressively as it seems, the ferals actually hold deep sympathy for their peers, as well as a high level of overprotectiveness towards the younger and the weaker, choosing to fight to the death for their sake. Many ferals become great parents, mentors and babysitters at the Haven, as well as great caretakers of animals. Many even become vegetarian solely to avoid the slaughter of majestic beasts for the sake of feasting. Many others become protectors of the woods and of packs of animals as well as guardians of their companions. Their loyalty is impossible to be destroyed, except if betrayal against them was already committed, but even so, they are as quick to forgive as a mother in various circumstances.

Hierarchy:

-Overlord: Stakûga Ghûl Killer (current huntmaster of Black Blood Haven’s hunting guilds union and leading beastmaster of Black Blood Haven's beastmaster guilds union and the royal stable's administrator)

-Warchiefs: Mûg Ghûl Tamer, Markoth The Caragor Rider, Tûgog The Graug Master, Ur-Lizak The Tailor, Ar-Karo The Skinner, Kalrug The Warg-less

-Captains: approximately 300 of them, with Ratak of The Beasts as their main representative

Brand: A helmet made with the skull of a caragor, representing their success as a tribe being a feat only achieved thanks to the loyalty and dedication of their beasts, forever fighting beside them

Societal Relationships:

-Machine Tribe: Neutral relations at times, at anothers there is good or bad interactions depending on whether or not the machines forget to add soft padding to the saddles they craft for the ferals

-Terror Tribe: These two tribes often clash due to how the terrors are often brutish towards unruly beasts, something rather despised by the ferals, but still the terrors adore the trapping methods and the hunt weaponry crafted and designed by ferals

-Slaughter Tribe: The best clients of the Feral Tribe in matters of meat trade, as well as their main source of free favors and services, although there are ferals who despise slaughters and fear that they might eat their beloved beasts

-Warmonger Tribe: Sometimes the ferals adore selling them their best war beasts, some others they take offense at how the warmongers criticise them for their use of traps rather than direct combat and for their lack of military discipline

-Outlaw Tribe: Even though some ferals adore the new saddle and tack designs that outlaws produce for cheaper pricing, the outlaws are still viewed with deep distrust inside the Feral Tribe's burgh due to many cases of animal robberies

-Mystic Tribe: Many ferals follow the mystic priests in a rather fanatical manner, due to their insight into nature and the beasts of Mordor; ferals often offer free ingredients, materials and even food as gratitude for the peaceful methods of taming beasts of the Mystic Tribe; ferals usually will choose to support mystics as well as court mystics into becoming their mates

-Courtesan Tribe: The courtesans seem to love the ferals, as well as many vatkeepers and broodmothers of this tribe, probably because of how ferals are said to be dedicated, gentle and faithful lovers; often, ferals care for the pets of courtesans or offer them furs of the highest quality as payment for services, as well as stand guard over their children as a favor

-Suture Tribe: One of the Feral Tribe's main allies, for they offer free services of nursing to their beasts in exchange of dead animals to train their healing skills on; ferals often get wounded during tournaments and training, thus becoming a great source of income for the sutures

-Marauder Tribe: Marauders are always paying the hunters of the Feral Tribe for their services at catching and flaying animals with excellent fur, as well as buying only the most exotic critters from them, but usually, the Marauder Tribe views the Feral Tribe with contempt for their more simplistic lifestyle

-Dark Tribe: Both tribes respect each other and exchange training between masters and students, for they are the best at stealth and hunting; ferals often seek darks to court as mates

-Rover Tribe: Both tribes maintain great relations, since the rovers require great beasts to travel and even greater stables for them to rest and recover their energy from said travels; both tribes exchange knowledge often and one will always share their homes with the other at any moment, often leading to blood brotherhoods forming over time

-Other orcs (goblins, hobgoblins, etc): The other orc races deeply admire the ferals and heavily support them and their allies, thanks to their deep knowledge of hunting and nature, with the higher ranks of the tribe being viewed as heroes of legends by the goblins

-Pinkskins (humans, half-elves and half-orcs): They and the ferals sometimes form great relations, some others not, it all depends on individual though ferals still might hold great fondness for the pinkskins of the Courtesan Tribe

Foreigners (The Free Folks as a whole): Foreigners would never understand them as sentient beings, judging them for their ways, which seem far less civilized in their eyes; ferals would rather not even speak to foreigners who have not gained yet their trust, simply growling and roaring at them instead to keep them as far away as possible

[canyoufinditinyourhaarp]

Stakuga the Caragor Thief: Oh look, it's Norsko! Time to kill him! Gubu the Bitter: HEY! Stakuga: Oh well it's just the former Overlord of Gorgoroth, nothing to worry about! What harm can he do? Prak the Battle-Forged: Hehehehehe Stakuga: Oh SHIT! (Shadow of War is very fun, and I love how the orcs feel so alive)

[shadowofwar-goober]

Ship Prompts w/ Pushkrimp and Horza (SoW OCs)

Original here

Pre Relationship

How did they meet?

It wasn’t romantic in the slightest… Horza was a slave, set to be sacrificed by Uruks of the Mystic tribe when Pushkrimp had raided and killed them all. Pushkrimp saw a little, red headed orc that reminded him of someone important to him and selfishly decided to bring him along with his crew…

What was their first impression of one another?

For Horza, it was pure terror, plain and simple. He had been a slave for decades at this point, and Uruks ruled his life. He assumed he would be killed, or thrown to the beasts, or far worse by such a massive, imposing Uruk, but when Pushkrimp picked him up and ordered him to be placed on a caragor, Horza’s terror didn’t wane but it did become twinged with confusion and wariness.

Pushkrimp, though, was rather pathetic in how nostalgic he felt when looking at Horza. He looked like someone he once knew, but he wasn’t him. Still, he brought him along anyway? Why? He was impulsive and still drunk, so he has no idea what he was even thinking in the moment, even when he genuinely looks back and tries to reflect on it.

Did anyone want them to be together?

No, of course not. Uruks and orcs don’t go together. One is superior and the other inferior. They aren’t so different but that’s where their conflict originated from. Not to mention the fact that Horza was an orc slave and Pushkrimp was a feared raid leader. Feared, but respected? That was up for debate.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Horza did. Pushkrimp was… kind to him. Kind, but confused. Intoxicated more often than not, but kind. And gentle. And pathetic-

Did either thy to resist these feelings?

Not in the beginning, but after Pushkrimp became more sober, he knew he was harming Horza and he genuinely came to care about him, not as another that he wasn’t, but as himself. He cared about Horza and they were killing each other.

If you told one or the other that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Ridiculous. Mad, even. But… hopeful. Wanting and silently begging for it to be true…

What would their lives be like if they never met?

It’s simple: they would both be dead before the War was over.

General

Who initiated the relationship? How did it go?

Their real relationship was initiated by Pushkrimp, after the war. It was extremely rocky, complicated and distant, but only for the first month or so while they got to know each other for real this time.

Did they have an official first date?

They didn’t declare it as such, and “dates” aren’t really a thing in Mordor, but Pushkrimp did take Horza to the beach, merely to spend time with him, so he could be in a place he loved and longed for.

What was their first kiss like?

It was during their first date and it was literally the most awkward experience of either of their lives. Both participated, but Pushkrimp froze and just… stayed in place and didn’t move, which made the kiss totally dead feeling and weird.

Were they the other's first anything?

Yes! Pushkrimp was Horza’s first love and first kiss, and Horza was Pushkrimp’s first… well, everything.

Height difference? Age difference?

Pushkrimp is 256cm and Horza is 170cm… That’s a difference of 86cm and equal many heads and shoulders in total, which doesn’t include the fact that Pushkrimp is incredibly broad and Horza is thin and lanky, even after regaining a healthy weight.

Relationship with the other's family?

What other family? There is no one but themselves, and the clan they join, which they are on good terms with.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Horza, which would surprise many. Pushkrimp is… shy. And awkward.

Who gets jealous easier?

An interesting question. Pushkrimp becomes dejected and has such low self esteem that he thinks anyone could be better than him, while Horza becomes jealous when others seem to be intruding in their space, usually not believing or not caring that they are in a committed relationship due to Horza being an orc.

Who whispers inappropriate things into the other's ear?

Horza does it to Pushkrimp, and it makes his heart stop every single time.

Love

Who said "I love you" first?

Pushkrimp did! It was a confession of sorts, but it was so quiet and rushed Horza thought he misheard him at first.

What are their primary love languages?

For them both, it’s physical touch and acts of service. They need to show each other how they feel and it works to better get their point across than with words alone.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Both do, though Horza is far more confident than Pushkrimp is when he says romantic things.

How often do they engage in PDA?

They always hold hands or each other’s arms when they are in public, but they rarely kiss in public.

Who initiates kisses?

Horza does over 75% of the time, but as his confidence grows, Pushkrimp reciprocates 50/50!

Who is the big/little spoon?

Horza is the little spoon 80% of the time and the rest is Pushkrimp, who absolutely loves it.

What are their favorite things to do together?

Doing literally anything together is their favorite thing, even if it’s work. But something special to them is walking along the beach together…

Who is better at comforting the other?

Even though he struggles with his confidence, Pushkrimp is excellent at comforting Horza, and Horza is just the same.

Who is more protective of the other?

Pushkrimp is quiet, but he would kill anyone that looked at, or spoke ill of, Horza, any time, any day.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical affection all the way, though hearing “I love you” always feels good, too.

What nicknames do they call the other?

Horza calls Pushkrimp something akin to “great caragor” or “cherished beast” in his unique orcish dialect and Pushkrimp calls him “singing bird” in his unique Feral dialect.

Who remembers the little things?

They both do! The little things make up an individual, and they matter greatly to both Horza and Pushkrimp.

Domestic Life

If they marry, who proposes?

It’s more of a mutual proposal, where they both discuss and agree to it at the same time.

What was the wedding like? Who attends?

It was a private affair, but they married around their clan and some of the wandering monks, who were important to Horza.

How many children do they have? What are they like?

Nargâsh was only a few hours old when Pushkrimp found him in the forest, alone. He was their only son, and he was beloved by them.

Do they have pets?

A beast master doesn’t really have “pets”, but they do have a lot of animal companions and livestock. So many caragors, birds, ferrets, caragaths, pretty much any animal that lives in Mordor.

Who is the stricter parent?

They are both balanced in their approach, and balance comfort and structure in their parenting styles. Though, Pushkrimp is a little stiffer than Horza is.

Who worries more?

Pushkrimp. He doesn’t show his worry like Horza, but it eats away at him much, much more quickly.

Who kills the bugs in house?

Nothing dies in their home unless it is to be eaten. Both remove them outside.

How do they celebrate holidays?

They celebrate with their clan. Before Nargâsh, it was quiet but after adopting him it would become much more animated, especially as he got older.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

It’s a 50/50 split! Both know things need to be done but the bed is so soft and they don’t want to part from one another just yet!

Who's the better cook?

Horza for sure. Pushkrimp would eat all his food raw if it were up to him.

Who's the better dancer?

Horza. It’s no contest whatsoever.

[patrik6090]

Guys

Place your bets

Who do you think wins

HORZA THE ENDLESS

stats

Strong:

Enraged by rival (his opponent)

Has a blood brother (can't help him as it's a gladiator fight)

He's an advanced tank so he can get a Burt's of adrenaline right before death, usually allowing him to get a last moment upper hand on his opponent

Hes determinated so he can heal himself in the batte if the opponent gets distracted long enough

He can unleash a wave of might that can push back enemies

He has chains that can damage anything in their way and an unbreakable metal shield

And he rides a caragor (basically just a massive and strong wolf

Weak:

He is vulnerable to executions (special moves you can perform with enough might, they're called that because you get a special death thing IF the move kills the opponent)

He takes a lot of damage from beasts as opposed to regular orcs

Or his opponent

UR-LASU THE GLUTTON

He's an epic commander (5 extra levels and an epic trait)

Stats

Strong:

Becomes enraged when damaged by an execution

Has a blood brother (cannot help him as this is a gladiator fight)

He can strengthen those that fight with him

He can force his regular orc allied to become enraged by having them plant a banner

He can call for reinforcement (replaces members of his gang who have died during battle)

Friendly orcs become enraged when he dies (doesn't matter as the match is over the moment one of them dies)

He is an olog so he is 3 to 4 times the total size of a regular orc

His strength is massively increased because of this)

He has a gang of fellow ologs to help him in battle

His olog allies are mighty, taking less damage and doing more

Weak:

He becomes dazed (won't fight back for anywhere from 10 to I believe 20 seconds) after his rage wears off

[wanderingarcherviola]

"What type of pet would you like? It can be anything."

"Fell beast or a Drake, please." She responded almost immediately "I like the idea of training one from a tiny baby, like with the Caragors I keep!"

@aipiomiruaran

[qqchurch]

new gwitch kits next week, which I'm guessing will be the Gundnode, Prodoros, and Caragores kits, maybe...

[durnpsterthoughts]

Ghul lover fucks cave rat because he smells like ghuls

The sun was low in the sky when Rûkdûg made his descent into his hidden cave at the edge of Cirith Ungol, avoiding the rays of dawn creeping over the mountains in favor of the familiar darkness and muck he’d always loved. He has to crawl on his belly and wriggle his way down, with hands outstretched and eyes squeezed shut, digging blind through displaced earth and penetrating roots to clear his way deeper; and at the end the uruk is rewarded with an open cavity which he eagerly rolls into, down a slight dip, face-first into a cushioned floor.

It’s cool, pitch black inside, just tall enough to kneel in and big enough for him to lay down and stretch out his lean body on the layer of hay that blankets the ground. It’s his home, his bed, an escape from the annoying politics of power above ground. Nothing to bother him here. Besides maybe a nosy neighbor or two.

As Rûkdûg turns over on his back and stretches out, one of those neighbors makes its presence known with a warning hiss. He opens his eyes, and although his vision is not as keen in the dark, he can make out the shape of a lone huddled ghul at the other end of his small chamber, bright yellow eyes watching him with weary uncertainty. A rogue split off from its warren perhaps. Rûkdûg’s own eyes, near identical in brightness and hue, blink back passively at the uninvited guest, before closing for sleep. He lets out a content sigh. He doesn’t mind sharing a nest with his neighbors. As long as they aren’t the rude type.

And sure enough, Rûkdûg feels the creature’s breath against his leg as it sniffs him before flopping over as well, it’s cool cave-dweller hide pressed against the sun-warmed skin of his bare calf. Not the rude type at all then… Just no personal space.

When the Cave Rat crawls back to the surface, the sun is low on the sky once again, and sinking slowly lower below the mountains.

There’s a feast being held this evening for a newly promoted captain. Rûkdûg can’t be bothered to remember the uruk’s name, or his newly gained title, it’s a little hard to hear the passing conversation when he’s under several feet of dirt and rock… but if there is free meat, good grog, and non-lethal celebrating going around, he will be there. At least until the blades start swinging.

He shows up to the feast covered in freshly turned dirt, the dank smell of the caves and his recent nest mate clinging to his pale skin, and a small bag of rats. All new kills, hunted on his way here. The uruk collecting and inspecting the food turns his nose up after seeing the half dozen or so dead rats inside his presented bag, but he takes it nonetheless and tells him to go ahead. Meat is meat, after all, and in spite of that ungrateful glob Rûkdûg knows there won’t be any left to take home again after this night.

Rûkdûg is more interested in the grog anyway, which is where he is found the rest of the evening, gathered by a fresh barrel with all the other merry makers, singing and chanting and toasting to Captain What’s-His-Name, until he’s too deep in his cups to stand and sits down in the dirt.

So deep in the drink he was, he wasn’t aware of a particular Uruk slowly getting closer through the course of the night. Sniffing the air and searching the feast until he was lead to him.

“Ahhh, what’s this…”

Mid-chug, a long shadow is cast over his sitting body, and Rûkdûg’s mind spins a bit as his head cranes back even more to look up at the gravely voice that spoke, until grog is trickling freely down the corner of his mouth and his eyes are locked with an intense red gaze. He’s met with the sight of a large tan Uruk, adorned in greaves and gauntlets of Man bone, and a bright skirt of dire caragore hide. White hand prints were stamped across his face and arms, down his board chest and muscled belly, but did not hide this Feral’s many beast scars. A Captain perhaps, his drunk mind provided.

He lowers the now empty mug.

“A slogged glob is’wat.” Rûkdûg slurs, a bit confused what he’d done to draw this attention as the nameless Uruk circles him, eyes never breaking, until he’s stood before him, posture hunched and clawed hands loosely curled. The other grunts that had been gathered around the grog with Rûkdûg, rather than waiting for the inevitable shove or stab, all part and move out of his way without word of protest. Definitely a Captain then, but none Rûkdûg has ever heard of before… But then again, the Ferals were never that noteworthy to Rûkdûg either. No more impressive than the ghuls and caragores he occasionally tolerated.

The Feral Captain crouches lower, nostrils flared as he draws in a long, deep breath. He releases it through his smiling mouth, revealing twin rows of short, yet jagged-sharp fangs.

Not thinking beyond the grog in his stomach, Rûkdûg opens his mouth.

“Smell somethin’ good, Feral?”

Even drunk though, the Captain’s response catches him off guard.

It comes out in a huff of steamy breath, voice dipped low in such a tone as to strike a chord in the thinner Uruk’s gut.

“_Yes_,” he answers, and Rûkdûg immediately straightens, suddenly very interested and very, very sober, “but your nose can’t smell me, can it, maggot? Don’t know how bad your stink’s got me wet.”

He steps closer, closer, until he’s standing over Rûkdûg’s splayed legs and the grunt’s face is so close to that impressive hide, Rûkdûg can feel the heat pouring off of him.

[jutsei]

idk if I'm gonna platinum Shadow of Mordor, it's fun yeah but some of the trophies already look really annoying lmao

(Free 30 outcasts in 3 minutes while riding a Caragor, kill a Berserker who's on fire but only from the back)

I'll definitely play it to completion as well as complete the DLC though, for usre.

[pxnxply]

"Right."

Talion turned to the window, leaving Viola to get ready. He stared out across the partying orcs, taking in every possible escape route, every loose-locked caragor cage - this could still go very wrong for him once they were down there, and it paid to be prepared.

"It seems quite lively."

Viola looked down at herself, and the warm blanket wrapped around her "I still need to dress. I know we don't wear much here, but I draw the line at going nude in public."

That damned Elf could wait. She wouldn't hurry herself for any spooky pointy-ear.

Sauntering to the window, Viola watched the courtyard below. Orcs were bustling about preparing for the celebrations, not much to celebrate in Mordor so this was quite an event for them.

"We still have some time .When we hear an explosion, we'll know its time to go down."

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Shadowed Heroines

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by Mara_xx217

Talion died at the Black Gates that night with his family. Hirgon was unsuccessful in his attempt to save his wife from the uruks and Lithariel had been captured and sent to Uruk's Hollow to be made an example of to her people and all who dare to stand against Sauron and his armies.

Words: 7544, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 33 of Requests

Fandoms: Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Eryn (Shadow of Mordor), Lithariel (Shadow of Mordor), uruks - Character, Caragors (Shadow of Mordor), Graug (Shadow of Mordor), Hirgon (Shadow of Mordor)

Relationships: Eryn/Uruks (Shadow Of Mordor), Lithariel/Uruks (Shadow of Mordor

Additional Tags: Rape, Past Rape/Non-con, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, AU where Talion was never possessed by Celebrimbor, Beheading, Blood and Torture, Public Humiliation, Public Nudity, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Breast Fucking, Anal Sex, Double Anal Penetration, Triple Penetration, Creampie, Anal Gaping, golden showers, Bodily Fluids, Pissing on Face and in Mouth and Ass, Loss of Virginity, Public Sex, Breeding, Fucked by Caragors, Fucked by a Graug, Barbed Penis, Knotting, Knotting in Pussy, Multiple Knots in Ass, Used as a Public Toilet, Size Difference, monster fucking, Tied to Monster, Massive Cock, Belly Bulge, request fic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BVw21WS

[pedradagamer]

Our journey today was focused on the battles and missions available on our map, first we traveled to Captain Skak, the smart one, this caragor hunter has several allies, our mission was to eliminate him before he killed the caragors. He tried to run away but he couldn't, we managed to purify him with our sword! As we head to our next mission, we come across a great battle between captains and their warriors, an epic battle between Lûga the Worship-Ghûs and Mâku, the Flesh-Burner. But before this big battle starts, the sergeant from Gondor announces his arrival and so we help the sergeant and eliminate Lûga and Mâku. We continue to the starting point in search of Ashgarn Iron Fist, but as this world is full of surprises, in the middle of the way we find a musician, yes the killer of marauders, Krakhorn the Singer! His rhyme was good, but his sword wasn't... he also tried to run away, but he couldn't. In the middle of his defense speech, Amûg the Gambler is surprised by Ashgarn Ironfist, Ashgarn who wants to dominate his base. Will Ashgarn dominate Amûg's base?