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are two books I've put into the interior "The Draft" as writings of the
owner. Thought id best run them past here to see if they are ok. The
more and more I read the both of them the more I feel they aren't very
good however so please be honest! 
Ten Ways to Nobble an Orc
By Antius Conciatus
This book, rather this set of guidelines is written from personal
conversation and general experience. Not that I am in the habit of
killing or maiming Orcs.
I am a travelled man and was not always the sheepish bookseller I am
today. I have had companions both Intelligent and Unintelligent but
have never failed to glean experience from my friends.
Orcs you see are not the most loved race in Tamriel. If you are an Orc
and are reading this (I offer sincere congratulations on your literacy
skills) please do not be offended. Upon writing this manual I did have
concerns about putting my own name as author. An Orc is easily riled
and I feared I would be due a most unfriendly visit. However I soon
concluded that any Orc reading this text would be sophisticated enough
to know that a majority of their brethren are indeed barbaric by
nature. At one time Orcs were considered a common enemy by almost all
in Tamriel, the relations of goblins and horrid intermingling. Of
course most now know that was not the case though Orcs are still turned
away from inns and even towns up and down the land. The Orc's strength
and way with arms is not to be sniffed at as many have come to regret.
Here is a list of ways to defeat or otherwise disable and deceive an
Orc:
1. If you find yourself in the wilderness it is a good idea to study
the art of trap laying. Orcs are not the brightest of beings and when
aptly lured will fall into the most obvious of traps. I once travelled
with a hunter in the forests near the foot of the Wrothgarian
mountains. We stumbled upon a couple of Orcs setting up a fire and
quite effortlessly tied the ropes from my hammock between a few of the
taller trees. I was instructed to "Howl like a maimed wolf" in order to
lure the Orcs towards me and over the wire. Now I am no hunter so I
cant imagine my impression was much good however such is the wit of an
Orc the trap worked and my hunter friend was successful enough with his
axe strikes to claim two Orc skulls.
2. You could travel to almost any tavern or inn throughout the
heartlands and find an Orc supping a drink of some kind. Ale is one of
the Orc's most widely known temptations. Buy an Orc a few drinks and
the night is yours to do with them whatever you will. Note, an Orc will
require at least 10 of the stronger beverages available for this method
to even begin to be successful.
3. Similar to suggestion number two Orcs are very fond of food. I was
once in "The Feed bag" in the market district of the Imperial City.
During an encounter with an Orc I learned through the tactful use of
bits of sheep and boar that there was a bandit raid planned along one
of the Imperial routes. I immediately tipped off the watch and was
rewarded rather handsomely.
4. This is a method I cannot vouch for fully but I am told by many that
it is proven to work. Horses are valuable assets to the traveller but
if you should find yourself between an Orc and impending death it is
wise to attempt a trade. Orcs are not often seen riding horses but they
apparently have a high desire to own them. I presumed when informed of
this there must be some form of connection between the two beasts
unattainable between a man and his horse. An expensive bribe perhaps
but one which could well save you a beating.
5. In the woods and dense forests of Valenwood the Bosmer have
developed a reputation as master archers. When I spoke to a few clan
members I was told the Orc's skin is so thick it is not uncommon for
arrows to bounce right off their flesh. A tip I will share is to
sharpen your arrowheads upon sapphires and some lesser gems. This may
be expensive but whether this gifts the arrows with luck or simply
sharpens the head more than by using steel or iron I do not know. This
could be a lifesaver for the wandering agent.
6. Poisoned arrows are another favourite of the wood elves, nightshade
is particularly potent when mixed with other ingredients and applied to
sharpened arrowheads.
7. Speaking to some Imperial battlemages some years ago I learned that
the Orcs are expert crafters of thick heavy armour. The mages went as
far as to label Orcs in full battledress as "titans" on the
battlefield. Those mages who had seen skirmishes with such Orcs
suggested the use of armour disintegration spells to demoralise and
immensely weaken an Orc in the field. As we are not all expert users of
magicka he pointed me in the direction of the arcane university were
scrolls and all sorts of incantations are created for such a task.
8. Spears are a valuable weapon to use against oncoming Orcs. In most
situations Orcs work themselves into a battle frenzy and go into a
state of bloodlust when charging a foe. Orcs favour the use of hammers
or other blunt implements, the argonians of Black Marsh have learned to
keep out of the range of a frenzied Orc thrusting their long polearms
to keep them at bay.
9. A very cunning method I once saw used in a quiet Inn somewhere in
the Colovian highlands is a useful tip for the trouble avoiding patron.
A studious high Elf simply complained to the Innkeeper regarding the
smell the Orc sat in the corner was creating. He suggested that he was
losing valuable customers because of this stench and he should be
removed immediately. It just so happened that a few legion soldiers
were about and they quickly threw the Orc out on his ill formed ear. In
the morning I meant to ask the elf his name so as to credit him in this
book but it turned out he had left early that morning.
10. Orcs are often employed as bodyguards and night watchmen. Indeed in
Gnisis in the West of Vvardenfell a large part of the Imperial garrison
is made up of Orcs. Thieves and other seedy characters have picked up
particular techniques to deal with dull witted Orc guards. One such
technique which requires no real skill as a recluse is to become
invisible. Certain people can remain hidden using powerful invisibility
spells and potions. The next time you need to kill or avoid an Orc I
suggest the use of either of these. It is much easier to stab an Orc in
the back rather than take them on in close range combat. Particularly
if you are not much of a fighter.
There are a few entries in there I'm none to confident about in
particular no 4 and 5. The word "Nobble" is not very common slang so
I'm not sure how people feel about me using that.
"Knightly Pursuits" is a 2 part story also written by the owner. I
will post what I have written so far hopefully its half way decent 
Knightly Pursuits
Part I
By Antius Conciatus
A Memorable Night
The winds whipped and howled at the door, it was a particularly foul
night even by Thorvale standards. The Inn however was as warm as ever,
logs alight under the old stone fireplace, windows and openings
shuttered up and the huddled mass of patrons supping as closely as was
possible up to the fire.
Murmurs and chatter filled the air as the men discussed local goings
on, occasionally drifting into old songs and tales. Indeed it didn?t
take too much ale for each of them to take turns standing upon stools
and recounting times past. It was one of old Lucith's weekly lock ins.
He stood as always propped up against the bar chuckling to himself as
he oversaw the disorder he entertained so regularly. The revelry
continued late as usual but before Lucith had a chance to call time one
of the men swiftly took his leave. Snatching his cloak from the stand
as he darted. The remaining dozen or so patrons shuffled amongst
themselves debating who it was that had left so abruptly. They came to
no conclusion blaming either the ale or their age on their collective
unawareness. In truth it seems not one of them knew this man yet he had
seemingly sat and drank for hours unnoticed. Lucith immediately rang
the bell signalling time, he stared into the fire blankly and ignored
the jeers the closure had prompted. The men began then to file out even
in their stupors they were not ignorant of what had happened that
night. These after hours sessions were only attended by regulars the
lock ins were by tradition exclusively for the local farm hands and
craftsmen. Who was this night runner and how could he of remained so
anonymous throughout the evening?
For Perien Geles the evening's events were still rolling around in his
mind. Perien had left the Inn and the other patrons turning left to
travel down out of the sleepy hamlet to the lower lying flatlands he
tended during the day. He travelled south a while clutching his cloak
and hood tightly, the winds biting at face and bare forearms. Ale it
seems had caused Perien to take greater strides than he was used too.
He stumbled and fell at the side of the road. Unerred he briskly picked
up the pace soon passing the town gate with a glancing nod towards the
gatekeeper. From here the road wound Westward through a sparse wood. As
the land opened up Perien felt a little easier, there were few places
to hide from view now. There was a light mist as the early hours
approached, the winter sleet and dead trees made for a grim route home.
The wind continued to chill as the silence became apparent. As Perien
harried home something caught his attention. He flicked his gaze from
the dirt road to his immediate right. Staring hard there seemed an
outline of some sort, a deepening shade in the mist. It wasn't
difficult to see, there was little hindrance but for the faint wet air.
Pressing hard to better make out the shape Perien came to a halt before
turning and gripping the underside of a dead elm branch and lowering
himself, squinting even harder. Still unrecognisable he moved closer,
the shade was still some way away but just as undefined as when Perien
first spotted it. The Earth suddenly crunched behind him under a heavy
foot, he span around on his heel crouching down to the ground as he did
so. Peering around either side of a thin trunk Perien could see nothing
but dead wood. In his shock he had forgotten about the shade. A pale
blue light drifted over Perien's left shoulder, illuminating his dirty
cloak back to its base crimson colouring. The light caught his eye and
he instinctively grabbed a piece of bracken from the ground and swiped
furiously at the shrouded specter. As though felled by a great gale
Perien fell backwards almost immediately.
Fish and Gloom
Perien awoke roughly two hours later. He was in a cavern some way East
of the wood were he fell. His ears ringing Perien sat upright; there
was a small fire to his left and a smell of smoked fish filled the air.
Listening hard he could make out faint whispers from somewhere deeper
in the cave. Ahead of him through the dark he could make out a tunnel.
Panic soon set in and Perien got to his feet he stamped out the fire
and bolted to the cave tunnel. A hand reached out from the darkness and
took him by the neck, lifting him from the ground and placing him down
where he awoke in one swift action. A gruff voice scorned:
"Not a good idea I assure you. Now why did you have to go and put out the fire?"
Perien panicked.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He exclaimed.
"All in due time lad. You will have your answers in time."
A light sparked and there was a loud crack the room was once again lit
up. The figure crouched over the wood fire immediately came into view.
He was a large man bearded and strong but with a considerable waist. He
stood up, slightly hunched to avoid the roof of the cave. He glanced
quickly at Perien before turning and striding off into the dark and
back through the tunnel. Perien thought he heard "He?s Awake".
Hours passed in the cave with no return of the bearded imprisoner.
Perien lay in the earth by the fire, occasionally stretching and
changing position. He realised now that he had with him his iron short
sword, so infrequently had he been called to use it he had completely
forgotten it was by his side. He wondered now what would of happened if
he had used it to defend himself in the wood. He quickly dismissed his
skills with a blade remembering back to his performances sparring with
his brothers as a child. As this thought left Perien the imprisoner
returned. He planted in front of Perien a bowl of cold smoked fish.
Realising he hadn?t eaten for over a day Perien ate as fast as he
could. He looked up from the bowl every now and again wondering where
the man had gotten too but before long Perien had consumed all there
was to consume and he flung the bowl into the far corner of the room. A
steely confidence came over Perien as he did so, courage was flowing
through his veins. He took some of the dry firewood piled in the corner
and lit it on the fire. Holding it high he drew his sword and marched
forward, there would be no grasp from the darkness if I banish the
gloom he thought to himself as he strode. There, sat in the corner of
another cave room was the bearded man, the room was smaller but
tunnelled off into what looked like a well lit hall. He noticed the
light and tried to get to his feet but it was too late Perien was upon
him, ruthlessly lunging the blunted blade into the mans back. He
toppled forward making an almighty noise as he sprawled across the
cavern floor. He was still alive; indeed it would take more than a
poorly kept iron blade to fell such a huge figure. Perien was of a
slender build as is the case with most Bretons though he was capable of
working long hours in a field, there was strength within him. He
pressed on to the cavern hall, as it opened up before him he barely
took note of those watching him. Perien had spied his goal at the head
of the cavern. It was in fact now much less a cavern and more of a
white walled underground chapel. Pillars stood along either side of a
main aisle leading up to a great shining dais. As the flowers worship
the sun the pews on either side of the pillars stood facing the throne
that was atop the dais. A lectern studded with jewels of all colours
trimmed in brightest gold stood on the left hand side of the throne.
The Rough cavern walls could still be seen in the far reaches of the
room but from where Perien now stood they became eclipsed in darkness.
The pure white light gleamed from all directions now as he broke into a
sprint up to the throne. The white brick walls got higher as he closed
in. The silver linens beneath his feet were burning intensely in
colour, the gleaming gold throne trimmings and encrusted stone barriers
shone a brilliant white. There amongst this breath taking luminescence
upon the purest of thrones sat the wraith that had felled Perien in the
woods. Like a grim blight amongst the most golden of fields he
corrupted the treasures around him. This time he was much more defined.
Pale needling fingers poked from under a great black cloak. The hood
covered any face the creature might of had. The gown it wore drenched
the surroundings in distraught and hopelessness. It was far too large
and covered most of the stone beneath the throne, seeping like a fowl
liquid around the dais.
Perien was still in his stride as he stepped one foot onto the stone
steps leading up to the throne. He became instantly filled with dread.
Sorrow flushed out his courage, he was back eleven years ago at his
mother's burial. He fell to his knees his torch and sword clattering to
the ground. He imagined the impossible all in an instant, a plague
wiping out Thorvale and the surrounding lands, the Orcs rising up and
crossing the Wrothgarians. He imagined his fathers death, his brothers
and sisters too. Grief stricken and hopeless he lifted his eyes to meet
those of the wraith. Beneath the hood was an ashen face, as grim as
death itself. In a voice as foul as any deadra prince he whispered:
"Come now, don?t be so sad there is a role for you here. One which will you will not likely forget."
A Forgotten Heraldry
Perien was despondent. He could not shake from his mind what he had
just imagined so vividly. The aura had lifted though he was still
without the courage that had left him moments ago. Slowly the Breton
got to his feet leaving his weapon on the ground. He noticed now that
there were cloaked figures stood with arms folded like statues around
the room.
"What is this place you have tainted with your evil?" Perien queried nervously.
The creature met Perien's bewildered gaze:
"This is an ancient hall only the most heroic were once allowed to look
upon. Its owner left long ago but some part of him dwindles here still.
It is his sorrow not evil you felt just a moment ago."
"And what blight are you that sits in his holy place?" Perien responded.
"That is a very long tale. There is what I once was and there is what I
am today. My presence here is not one I wish to endure any longer. You
see Perien I have been here for far to long. I have been cursed to
wander my own halls in this incorporeal form, a shadow of my former
self."
The Wraith stood and made its way down the white steps towards Perien.
He bowed his head slightly and removed his hood. A gaunt figure was
revealed, a man with empty pale grey eyes and undefined features. He
wore a battered open faced mail headpiece trimmed with gold dulled by
his spectral form. He whispered:
"I was once a knight in these parts. My name was Astian Rielle, indeed
there were once a good number of songs written and sung in my honour
but I fear by now they may of been forgotten."
Astian began walking down the aisle leading Perien on with his old words:
"I have been reduced to a specter as you can well see. I am weak but
not that weak, you were foolhardy to think you could kill me with a
rusty iron blade. Yet you struck at a man twice your size. Poor Olfeid,
perhaps I should of explained earlier that I meant you no harm but I
had to be sure you were strong enough. Were you stand now is Analthin,
the old home of the Analthin Knights."
Astian stopped and pointed out the men in the shadows.
"These are my fellow knights and friends, they have endured the same fate as I and have stood by me for many a year."
Perien felt easier in Astian's presence now, he had an almost regal
bearing upon him. He wondered to himself why he had been brought to
this place and sat upon the pew nearest to him to contemplate. Astian
introduced the rest of the order to Perien, each one as pale as the
next and each bearing the same time weary grimace.
I have plenty of my own critisms of this one and I do have the rest
of the plot in my mind though I welcome any other critisms you might
have 
EDIT: Removed a few tags and corrected a few mistakes.
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Durdain
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Cheers for the feedback! 
I didn't realise you had edited the post sorry for only just getting back 
I have a tendancy to drag things out so thats probably why it got a wee bit stuck, thanks for pointing that out.
Id love to write a few books, il try and get these sorted first though.
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Originally posted by Durdain
Cheers for the feedback!
I didn't realise you had edited the post sorry for only just getting back
I have a tendancy to drag things out so thats probably why it got a wee bit stuck, thanks for pointing that out.
Id love to write a few books, il try and get these sorted first though.
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Great. Looking forward to your books.
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Originally posted by raggidman
Your writer seems to be a snob, a criminal, a vigilante and very
ignorant, despite having some education he seems not to be quite as
educated as he thinks himself, so I expect stylistic awkwardness - such
as repetition. Therefore "Intelligent and Unintelligent" works fine for
me - it fits the guys limitations... ('pologies if you felt that was a
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Ah yes it was meant to show his percieved superiority - his friends
were probably rather clever but he rates his own intelligence much
higher. (It quite obviously isn't
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Originally posted by raggidman
Yer take on wood elves worries me:
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| 6.
Poisoned arrows are another favourite of the wood elves, nightshade is
particularly potent when mixed with other ingredients and applied to
sharpened arrowheads. |
Not entirely sure if Wood Elves can use
vegetable-derived poisons? You may be correct, but I expect we will
have to have a thread on the Pact, Poisons and other limitations. This
Pact thing will require a LOT of work, very careful handling and
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Yeh I was never fond of no. 6 - I could quite happily take this out and
put another suggestion in its place. When I wrote it I rather presumed
even with the green pact in mind that the Bosmer were such good
wilderness travellers that they must use the natural world around them
to survive. Unfortunatley this was before I read the meat mandate
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Originally posted by raggidman
Here is something you really need to consider:
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| 7.
Speaking to some Imperial battlemages some years ago I learned that the
Orcs are expert crafters of thick heavy armour. The mages went as far
as to label Orcs in full battledress as "titans" on the battlefield. |
Now we all know that 'Orc Armor' is exceptionally tough Medium Armor.
Medium combining the flexibility of Light armor with the toughness of
Heavy armor. And I think that Orc Armor is quite heavy for medium armor
- wish my Morrowind computer had not been wiped so I could just pop
over there to check on the many suits I have saved.
Thing is Durdain, as we can see that the writer of this is a complete
and utter noodle should you keep this mistake? It may well mislead some
players, but then they might learn from their prejudices... unlike
Antius Concatius.... |
For some reason I have always avoided Orc armour even in Morrowind. I
always thought it extremely heavy and only really sustainable by Orcs,
seems my own prejudices got in there
. I'm unsure what to do really, Orcs are renowned for their crafting
abilities I believe, it may seem out of character for him to pay them
to much of a compliment. Might be best to leave his ignorance in. Then
again I'm sure the Battlemages wouldn't get that wrong but perhaps he's
purposly overwritten what they told him. How about : "I learned that
the Orcs are crafters of cumbersome but highly resistant armour."
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Originally posted by raggidman
By the way, there is a book in Silgrad Tower Lit Dev that I have been
trying to make something of for some time called 'Mara's View'. It is
based on a post by a Bethsoft book Writer who did a run-down on race
relations - maybe you would like to take a look, maybe (in the name of
antius Concatius) even make your own unique contribution? |
Yeh id love to, got quite a bit going on at the moment though so could be a few days before a have a go
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I'm going to correct 'Ten Ways' as soon as possible, theres a few entries I'm going to re-do completley I think.
This heavy armour should be easy enough to get around - il do away with
the "expert" crafters bit and use your "substantial and ornate"
"I learned that Orcs are crafters of substantial and ornate armour."
I've also decided to do away with 'Knightly Pursuits'. When I start out
to write short stories I always end up writing too much and just dont
have the time to complete it. Instead I rustled up an anonymous tale of
quite a grim incident which I felt the rather partial Antius would take
the time to read and stock.
The Night Porter
I will be straight with you reader, this story is true and not a shred
has been fictionalised in the name of embellishment or otherwise. If
you are blessed with a good imagination I suggest you take a bucket and
put it to one side, I will be true in my descriptions here and I will
not scrimp away from the evil I have seen. Many a bookstore has elected
to reject my publication claiming this book is simply too much for
their respective clienteles to handle or believe. Regardless, small
town folk are not my audience though I would suggest everybody with a
capable mind to read it.
It was a few years back now; I was working as a night porter at a lodge
I will not name. The place was elegant enough for the area but still a
little run down ? It was ran reasonably well by two Orcs. They were
gruff, outspoken oafs like most of their ill-bred cousins but they paid
me well enough to sustain myself. Most of the time I had to deal with
clerical matters that they could not understand; the ordering of ale
and wines and sometimes foods from the surrounding fields and farms.
Although this wasn?t strictly my purpose at the place I was the only
one who could read and write so the job naturally fell to me. It had
its perks you see so I never complained; exotic wines were a favourite
of mine.
The bar was attended to by both the Orcs daily and the two often drank
themselves into a stupor before the patrons began to arrive. If this
ended up the case the dark elf lady who tended the floors and tables
would take over. She of course didn?t do this so they could save their
blushes, she needed her wage to survive ? I was always grateful of her
for that, indeed I too would of been begging in the streets if it
wasn?t for my wage and ?luxuries?.
She often found the time to speak with me when she took a break and
stepped outside, we had some good evenings there laughing and joking at
the door.
One day they made a point of tasking me to order twice as much ale,
mead and wine as they could afford. Of course I obliged and threw in
something a little extra for myself. The lodge had become a thriving
Orc watering hole over the months and the place gained fame among their
kind. It was when the new order came that a dozen strong Orc party
arrived at the Inn. It had obviously been arranged but myself and the
dunmer lady who worked the tables hadn?t been informed. The atmosphere
was one I feared to be in never mind the young elf inside. I stood at
the door as Orc after Orc trundled in. It was a very long evening, the
guffaws and endless glass and bottle shattering could be heard up and
down the village. I found myself fearing for the woman inside, she was
in fact alone in there ? it occurred to me that she was the only lady
in a house full of drunken and squabbling male greenskins. It was in
that moment that I came up with a grim reason to her absence at the
door. I had presumed she was worked off her feet what with the
unexpected patronage ? if only that was the case.
I found her in the alley at the back of the inn, barely conscious and
only partly covered up. She had laid there for hours while I stood at
the door ignorant of what had happened. I was furious, more with myself
than anything else. I carried her to her hovel home up the road and
wrapped her in blankets on her bed. She spoke softly to me about what
had happened, I was almost shocked to learn that it was the owners of
the Inn that had done this terrible thing.
After that she left their service, there were no apologies or even
acknowledgements that anything had happened. I visited her as often as
I could and kept my place as porter only to fiddle the scummy
innkeepers of their money. I ordered the most expensive beverages from
the most outlandish places and sold them off quickly at two thirds and
sometimes half their value still making a fantastic profit. I gave most
of the money to her and after three more weeks working in that vile
place I walked away. She told me later that she was to have the Orc?s
child and cried for hours.
I have come to question since then the nature of this world and all
things spiritual. Looking deeper there are things like this across
Tamriel buried in death or hidden from view. The underground atrocities
between the races on this world here today can be found if you look. I
felt it was completely necessary for me to scratch this book out for
fear I would forget some day, however that day is nowhere near soon.
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I've also done my take on the mother Mara's words about the different
races but have yet to write notes by Plitinus Mero or Antius Conciatus,
I think il do it in the style you suggested with Antius slightly
discrediting the both of them
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Interesting and more darker outlook on Tamriel, something not often seen.
Very refreshing.
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yeh tis slightly darker but I hope it still 'fits' into the world
As for 'Ten Ways' I came up with this for no 6.
6. I was once part of a caravan travelling north of the Imperial City
quite close to the Hammerfell border. We were lightly armed, with two
horsemen, a cart and horse and four fellows myself included dressed for
civility rather than battle. We were on our way to Sancre Tor, the
legendary keep of old ? I had for some reason been convinced that this
was going to be an interesting trip. (In truth I was paid rather well
just to be there). However we didn?t arrive at our destination and were
sprung upon by a marauding Orc bandit gang (calling themselves the
?Sons of Trinimac?). We were horribly outnumbered but the quick witted
Imperial Legion Horseman lied about a lost shrine to Malacath being our
destination. The Orcs agreed not to kill us if we would lead them
there, of course there was no shrine only the foul creatures that
roamed in eternal unrest at Sancre Tor. Pulling away from the Orcs as
we arrived upon the ruins we led them through an unholy skirmish. I?m
really quite glad we had to cancel the trip after that, seeing what I
had. Anyway the next time your in trouble mention Malacath and use your
wits to confuse the oafs.
Will to do away with the whole poison/green pact debate at the moment as I desperatly want to finish this interior
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11.09.2006 16:39 |
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Durdain
Baron
Registration Date: 15.08.2006
Posts: 400
Location: Wigan, England
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*Mass confusion*
Am I sure what is fair on the Orcs?
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11.09.2006 22:05 |
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Durdain
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Registration Date: 15.08.2006
Posts: 400
Location: Wigan, England
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Orc bashing seems to have become a hobby of mine
The two books are stocked (at the moment) in Antius Conciatus'
bookshop, I felt what with his character they were the kinds of books
he would stock and write.
I had great plans for Knightly Puruits and was enjoying writing it but
it just seemed to get longer and longer I often struggle to keep short
stories short
. I'm glad to hear however it was no chore to read and I may well pick it up again. 
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16.09.2006 15:42 |
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