So, I've been experimenting a bit with this short story featuring my Orc character, Ugh Tyr Brahl. I've made a trek from Markarth to Narzalbur some time ago, and I'm trying to make a short story out of it. This is how far I've come until now, so feedback and ideas are welcome!

The tale of a fallen Orsimer

I.

Name's Ugh Tyr Brahl. If you've got this journal in your filthy claws, it means I must've ran into trouble somewhere. Ah well, better to die with my axe tainted with blood than to die by some pitiful virus or of old age. I was travelling towards Narzalbur, so yeah, if you would do me a favour and bring this journal to the Chief there, so he knows of my demise, that'd be great. He might even reward you. Or cut your throat. Guess the chances are equally spread. Just keep your weapon at hand, okay?

II.

I was walking through plains near Markarth, on my way to the encampment Narzalbur. It has been a long and hard trip since I left Orsinium. Those other races aren't exactly forgiving to my traditions. At the inn I stopped earlier, the Silver-Blood Inn in Markarth, he was "kindly" requested to leave. What in the world was that innkeeper thinking? Starting a fight with an Orc. Pff. I had just started to rush towards that ignorant Nord, my fist raised in the air, and then the poor fool fainted . Nords. Always so full of themselves, until they smell real danger. At the other end of the room, another Nord made a pitiful attempt to hurt me. Threw an axe at me. It made a flesh wound on my arm, but it's nothing serious. His skull did have a serious wound though. I was forced out of town after that. City guard doesn't take murderers too lightly.

III.

Bandits. Every time again they think they can win because they've got a few more men. Come on, five isn't enough to keep one Orc down. One of 'em used to be a bard. Torborn his name was I thought. Knew he was a bard through the way he screamed and how he had been pleading for his life ever since I started gutting his friends. Didn't even break a sweat. Once again, Orc supremacy was shown. Axe arm is getting tired though. Hopefully I won't run into another bunch of fools until I make it to the next inn.

This is just a setup, want to know what you guys think before I go on writing any further. Just for fun, and first time writing this kind of story, so be gentle but honest