Urzog, battle-hardened pariah. Born in the harsh lands of Morrowind, he found comfort in the nomadic tribes of its untamed wilderness. Normally, an outsider would be rejected. An orc would stand even less of a chance, but each shaman he was led to spoke of a power dormant in his blood. They told him of a perilous fate that awaited him, seeing through prophecy that he would one day be Tamriel's only hope of salvation, that he would one day be the only thing standing between it, and the razor-toothed maw of its annihilation... so long as the strings of his fate were not to fray, break, or sever beforehand.

Knowing the importance of the soul that stood before them, they took him in. Against all normality, this dragon-blooded orc was accepted into the society of the nomadic peoples of Morrowind. They raised him, taught him, and trained him to fight. Through their guidance, he grew. If his teachings grew frustrating, into the wild he fled, dooming all who dared venture too close to the raging whirlwind that was his axes.

Eventually, the day came when he claimed to his elders that there was no more challenge for him here, that he grew tired of this unchanging lifestyle. They told him of the awakening of an ancient race seeking to cloak the world in chaos, to raze its civilizations and terrorize its citizens on the eve of their destruction. They told him the time had come for him to meet his destiny. He was ready. They told him they knew not what form the trials before him would take, but only that he must venture to the west. To Skyrim.