What surprises me is that no one has posted some sort of Malacath fanfic in response to this yet.
And then Boethiah [censored] out Trinimac, and he was an ugly son of a [censored]-womer.
And then Boethiah said to Trinimac followers, "Damn, that was a hard one to pass. For constipating me with your god-ancestor, I hearby curse you to be ugly-yet-strong and to no longer be able to prance around in the sunlight with butterflies! And all elves will hate you!"
And Boethiah threw Her poop at the elves, and the became covered in [censored] and smelly.
And He said then, "Take this dookie! His name is Malacath, and he is god of all [censored] stank!"
And that's how the Orsimer came to be. And also how they came to hate the Dunmer, for worshiping Boethiah, the God of Ambiguous Gender (as the orcs favor manliness above all else), and Goddess of Big-Dump-Taking.
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Translators note: It's worthy of note that Orsimer in this ancient document is written with the characters for "People of Feces/Ones who bathe in god-[censored]" instead of the regular "Pariah People/Elves".]]