PoTM: Chapter 33, Small Fish

  • Mad Spirits

     

    Spirits that are forced to remain in our world against their will may become mad spirits, or ghosts. Some spirits are bound to this world because of some terrible circumstances of their death, or because of some powerful emotional bond to a person, place, or thing. These are called hauntings.

     

    Some spirits are captured and bound to enchanted items by wizards. If the binding is involuntary, the spirit usually goes mad. A willing spirit may or may not retain its sanity, depending on the strength of the spirit and the wisdom of the enchanter.

     

    Some spirits are bound against their wills to protect family shrines. This unpleasant fate is reserved for those who have not served the family faithfully in life. Dutiful and honorable ancestral spirits often aid in the capture and binding of wayward spirits.

     

    These spirits usually go mad, and make terrifying guardians. They are ritually prevented from harming mortals of their clans, but that does not necessary discourage them from mischievous or peevish behavior. They are exceedingly dangerous for intruders. At the same time, if an intruder can penetrate the spirit's madness and play upon the spirit's resentment of his own clan, the angry spirits may be manipulated.

     

    15th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 204

     

    Neriila stared at the dancing flames of the torch, throwing shadows all over the room she was locked in. She was surprised they actually allowed her that light, because if she was in their position, she would take away the gift of light from her enemies, letting them drown and suffocate in the darkness.

     

    Mogrul alluded to how terrible her fate would be, but in truth, Neriila could imagine much worse things than being locked in a room, getting fed, having light and a bucket for her needs. Maybe Mogrul was trying to rock her into feeling secure, but it was difficult to say what was going in that Orc’s head.

     

    In Neriila’s opinion, he was rather simple-minded.  The problem with him was that his anger was making him an unpredictable opponent. Which was strange, because Neriila was taught that an angry opponent was easy to predict, that an angry opponent would more likely to make a mistake. And now that she reflected on that, she knew Mogrul actually did make a mistake.

     

    She and Venhen got him. He was at their mercy. They had won.

     

    Only for their victory to be taken away by an event they just couldn't predict. A dragon.

     

    She still felt the phantom pain of her missing right arm and there were moments she tried to reach for something with it. She screamed in her mind when she realized she no longer had the hand, she raged inside with denial and frustration. But only inside her mind, nothing was revealed outside. It was as if her mind was separated from her body, her flesh just hanging limp while her thoughts raged around the room.

     

    But she wasn't intent on giving up. The Nord girl began bringing her proper food and Neriila felt her strength coming back and she made sure her remaining arm stayed strong. She was lying on the floor, the hand under her and she was pushing herself up, again and again until her forehead was covered in sweat.

     

    “Eugh. The stench is terrible. You reek, velk,” a voice sounded in front of her and she lifted her eyes, to see the translucent form of her grand-uncle, standing near the shelves with the books. “But I guess it’s quite nice of them to give you at least a bucket. Though a bath would do you some good.”

     

    She pushed herself up one last time and then sat, leaning against the wall with her back, ignoring her grand-uncle. Was it any surprise that not even death was powerful enough to shut Venhen Ules up? He came back to haunt her, to whisper in her ear. Whisper about revenge against Mogrul. Came back? It was more like he never left, his spirit being tied to the land of the living, making sure that he would get his revenge on the one who was behind his death.

     

    “Well, technically, the dragon killed me,” Venhen murmured as if he was reading her mind. “But I still blame the Orc. Can’t blame me for that, right?” He then waved his hand, his form passing through the shelves and he sighed. “Well, this is certainly driving me crazy. Who would have thought that death could be so...boring?”

     

    She had heard about these kind of things. Hauntings. Some spirits just couldn't pass to the ancestor shrines because they had unfinished business, strong emotions tying them to places or loved ones. Or family. She doubted her grand-uncle was tied to Raven Rock, he seemed to be clinging to her, pushing her into finishing his business. Getting rid of that Orc.

     

    “Yes, yes. And how long is that going to take, velk? How long are you going to play a helpless girl?” She just stared at him without saying a word and he grimaced, for a moment blazing with an ethereal red flame. He then sighed and reverted back to his normal white-blue form. “Have you heard the saying about death offering a different perspective? Well, I'm certainly less patient now. All I can think about is the Orc’s death. How long will it take before I go mad enough to do it myself I wonder?”

     

    Neriila blinked. This said by the mer who had taught her everything about being patient. And she was, though she knew it wouldn’t take much longer before she would be free again.

     

    “Ah, yes. The Nord girl. Sapphire was it? I’ve been watching you, velk. Very clever, very clever. A glance there, a word here and you have the Nord wrapped around your finger. Which is a surprise, considering how you reek. But maybe she’s one of those who likes it...dirty, if you catch my meaning, hmm? But still, I applaud you. She will be a very useful tool against Mogrul.”

     

    Neriila then heard a key clicking in the lock and Venhen raised his eyebrows, vanishing like a smoke. The door opened and Sapphire looked inside with a frown, scanning the room. She then silently closed the door behind her and rushed to Neriila. “I heard voices,” the Nord girl said while she crouched next to the Dunmer, grabbing the chain on her healthy hand.

     

    “What are you doing?” Neriila asked, putting on a confused look, controlling her expression. She added a little worry into the mix, sending a subtle signal to Sapphire.

     

    “I'm getting you out of here. Now,” she whispered, unlocking the cuff on Neriila’s hand, and then continuing with the ones on her legs.

     

    Neriila touched her arm, gently, squeezing a little. Now she let her face flood with obvious worry. “You will get into trouble,” she murmured, and Sapphired looked at her. Neriila forced her own eyes wide open, making Sapphire drown in them. The Nord shook her head, but Neriila could see she was blushing.

     

    “If it goes well then I won’t. Come on, we have to go,” she said when she unlocked last of the cuffs. “It's middle of the night, everyone’s asleep. Getting out of the house won’t be a problem, but we need to get through the town without being spotted.”

     

    “Where are we going?” Neriila wondered.

     

    “We’re going north of Raven Rock, I've prepared a campsite there, where you’ll be safe,” she replied and Neriila forced herself a smile, a soft one. She even made her eyes water a little.

     

    “Thank you,” she said softly, touching Sapphire’s hand and squeezing, to let her know how much that meant for her.

     

    Sapphire swallowed and cleared her throat. “Save it for later. First we need to get out of here.”

    They have passed through Raven Rock undetected and Neriila had to admit that Sapphire  planned well. They kept to the rocky walls of mountain above Raven Rock, behind the houses, away from the light. They passed the mine and went up the hill, to the north side of the Bulwark and Sapphire found a gap between the guards. She lowered Neriila down with a rope and then quickly followed her.

     

    They were walking in the dark, the ash under their feet shifting, heading north towards the rocky hills. Neriila estimated it took them roughly an hour before they reached the place Sapphire prepared for Neriila. It was a shallow cave in between rocks, with a fireplace, bedrolls and supplies waiting for them.

     

    “You’ll be safe here,” Sapphire said, lighting the fire for Neriila, tending to it until it emanated enough heat to warm them both. “There’s enough food and water for you for at least a week. I'll bring you more once I'm be able to.” She then pointed to the west. “That way is the coast, if you’ll need to wash yourself. But be careful.”

     

    Neriila nodded, pursing her lips. She then took a step closer and hugged Sapphire with her remaining arm. “I can’t thank you enough,” she murmured. She felt Sapphire’s muscles tensing under her fingers, she could feel her quickened breath.

     

    “I…” the Nord started, clearing her throat. “I need to go back, so I don't raise suspicion. I’ll come back in few days, alright?” The Nord freed herself from Neriila’s hug and walked into the dark of the night, the Dunmer watching her with a curious look.

     

    “Well, well. The girl’s certainly clever. But not clever enough,” Venhen Ules spoke behind her and she took a seat by the fire, resisting the urge to scratch her stump. “Maybe if I was still alive I would like her. But death sort of changes your opinion on these things.” He then walked towards the fire, sticking his ethereal hands into it and snorted. “I think I miss the warmth, all I feel now is just this eternal cold. Good thing I'm dead, I might have complained about the cold crawling into my bones.”

     

    Neriila looked into her grand-uncles’ dead eyes then and finally spoke to him. “Mogrul will know it was her. Or suspect. There’s not many people in Raven Rock who would be able to pull this off.”

     

    “Yes, and nobody knew that you were Mogrul’s prisoner. They all thought you died with me, during the dragon attack.”

     

    “It narrows the circle of suspects.”

     

    “So what are you going to do now?”

     

    Neriila clenched her hand into a fist and then slowly stretched her fingers. “Wait. To see what happens to Sapphire. If she survives...I will follow through with her plan.”

     

    “And what plan is that, velk?”

     

    “Wait for Mogrul to lose everything. And then make him beg for a quick death.”

    Mogrul woke up to the smell of something delicious and it forced him to crawl out of his bed, following the smell into the kitchen where he found Sapphire preparing something.

     

    “Hmm. What did I do to deserve this?” he chuckled and Sapphire turned around. She held a plate with still-sizzling bacon and eggs on it and she frowned at him.

     

    “That's not for you,” she stated and walked past him, heading towards the room the Dunmer girl was held in. “And for Shor’s bones, put on some clothes. Nobody’s interested in your pitiful green sausage,” she barked over her shoulder before walking into the room.

     

    Mogrul looked down at his crotch and grimaced. “Don’t worry, she didn't really mean it. She just hasn’t seen you in full kit.”

     

    “Shit!” he suddenly heard Sapphire curse from the room and then she rushed out with wide eyes. “The girl. She’s gone!”

     

    “Gone?” Mogrul repeated and ran towards the room, ignoring his nudity. “What do you mean gone?!”

     

    “Bloody gone!

     

    The Orc peered into the room and saw that the shackles were opened, no sign of the Dunmer girl. “How the tusk did she escape?” Slitter then appeared in the hallway. “Slitter! How in the Oblivion did that Dunmer escape? I told you to take care of her!”

     

    “What?” the Dunmer raised his eyebrows and looked into the room, as if he didn't believe Mogrul’s words. “I was taking care of her before this bitch took that upon herself!” He snarled, his eyes narrowing.

     

    “She was dying of your shitty food, idiot!” Sapphire snapped back. “And I don't bloody live here, you do. It was you what was supposed to keep watch!”

     

    “Hey hey hey!” Mogrul growled. “Stop pointing fingers and do something about it instead.”

     

    “I'll ask around if anyone’s seen her,” Sapphire grimaced and shoved Slitter out of her way, walking up the stairs towards the exit.

     

    Mogrul’s tongue touched the tip of his tusk as he stared into the room. He noticed Slitter intensely staring at him and took a deep breath. “What?”

     

    “I'm telling you, boss. It was Sapphire. She cut her loose.”

     

    “And do you have any proof of that? Because for all we know, the Dunmer pulled this off on her own. She was really good,” the Orc frowned.

     

    “Just...damn it, listen to me, boss, for once. It was the Nord, I know it. She began bringing food to the Dunmer, yeah? That was just weird. And once, I listened behind the door-”

     

    “Heh. Just couldn't help yourself to take a peak, eh?” Mogrul chuckled.

     

    He was surprised when Slitter grabbed his shoulder, making him face the Dunmer. “I heard voices, boss! They talked with each other. I didn't hear the words, but they talked, I'm telling you. Which is strange because the Dunmer didn't say a bloody word in front of me or you,” Slitter continued, frustration ringing in his voice. Mogrul narrowed his eyes. These weren’t blind accusations coming from Slitter’s distaste for Sapphire. All that he was saying… Slitter’s lack of imagination always bordered on idiocy, so Mogrul was of the mind that what Slitter said was too difficult for Slitter to just make up.

     

    He sighed, facing the room again, shrugging the Dunmer’s hand off his should in the process. “Alright, maybe you’re right.” Damn it, Sapphire. Now what I am supposed to do with you? I still haven’t screwed you and you already screwed me over. Not fair. He didn't really want to kill her, the girl was still useful.

     

    “So what, boss? Are we going to kill her now?” the Dunmer insisted and Mogrul just shook his head.

     

    “Nah. That would be too easy a way out for her. I made her a promise when she showed up here. Do you remember it? I told her what happens if she tries to screw me over,” Mogrul grinned. “Get the boat ready. We’re going to take it out tonight.”

    Sapphire walked around Raven Rock for most of the forenoon, asking people if they saw a Dunmer girl with only one arm. Of course no one saw her, Sapphire made sure of that, but still she kept asking, to keep her act. It was boring and frustrating, mostly because she had to pretend she actually cared what the people were saying.

     

    When she had asked pretty much everyone in Raven Rock, she dropped by Glover’s forge. Most of these days, he was working the smelter, smelting the raw ebony into ingots that could be sold to Solitude and Morrowind. Councillor Morvayn seemed to have a similar idea as Sapphire, selling the ebony to the East Empire Company, and thus to Empire. The gold was now flowing like a river through Raven Rock.

     

    She leaned against the wall of Glover’s house and he noticed her, wiping sweat from his brow. “What’s going on?” he asked, looking around cautiously to see if Mogrul was close.

     

    Sapphire shrugged. “Nothing. Just dropping by.”

     

    Things between them were...complicated. They talked, cleared some things up, but Sapphire doubted that they could ever be truly father and daughter. That was pretty much impossible with the abyss of years between them. Glover was alien to her and she was alien to him, but they were trying, that had to count for something. Most of the time, they were exchanging awkward words that very soon became awkward silences.  

     

    “Yeah, sure,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Making a new tradition? Visit your old man before lunch.” As soon as he said the words, he frowned and rubbed his nose. “Sorry. That’s not really-”

     

    “I know,” she interrupted him, which was followed by yet another awkward silence between them. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Have you… Have you ever thought how would it be if you had stayed? You know, with me and…”

     

    “I've already said I was sorry, Sapphire and I don't know how many times I can repeat it-”

     

    “No, no,” she shook her head. “I meant it. Have you ever thought about it?”

     

    Glover put down the shovel for coal and leaned against the wall next to her. She could feel the smell of iron, coal and sweat coming from him, but she somehow couldn't imagine him without it. It was just part of him. Glover took a deep breath and grimaced. “Yeah, I have thought about it. A few times. Funny thing is that I can imagine only certain things. Like holding you as a baby, feeding you, teaching you how to walk and all that stuff. I can imagine raising you up, watching you laugh at that, but...the rest? Working at farm? No matter how hard I try, I just can’t imagine that.” He looked at her, narrowing his eyes. “And trust me, I was giving it a lot of thought in the days after I left. Maybe there was a way it could work. Maybe I could have bring the two of you with me to Riften and live two lives. One with you and one with the guild. But would you really have wished that on your ma? I didn’t.” He then snorted, shaking his head. “If I had known, I wouldn't have ended up here, on Solstheim, as a smith. I would have stayed with you, taken you with me. Maybe. Maybe...”

     

    “But you were young and stupid,” she murmured, but she didn't mean it as an offense. More like a simple statement.

     

    “Yeah,” Glover nodded. “Young and stupid. Maybe just like you.”

     

    “Careful now,” she warned him with a frown.

     

    “You very well know what I mean, Sapphire,” he didn’t allow her to intimidate him. “Working for Mogrul? I mean, working for the Guild is one thing and I'm sort of alright with that, but Mogrul? If you had any sense in that thick skull of yours, you would jump on the first ship heading out of here.”

     

    Sapphire sighed, gritting her teeth. “You still don’t get it. I'm not working for him because I want to. I'm working for him because I’m waiting for him to fall down. Until then, I’d rather be his ally than his enemy.”

     

    “Yeah, but what if he makes you do something you can’t go back from, huh?” he raised his eyebrows. “Have you thought about that?”

     

    She pushed herself from the wall, snorting. “Going back was never an option.” She then stopped and walked back, leaning closer to Glover. “How’s the key going?”

     

    “It’s done, I have it my basement. If you remember what I once was, you’ll find it easy,” the Breton murmured. “It will be waiting for you when you need it. Just like me,” he added and Sapphire narrowed her eyes, the awkward silence spreading between them one more time.

     

    “Maybe one day,” she mumbled and walked away.

    Glover ended his day when the sun set and he walked into his house, cleaning himself of the soot and sweat at the wash basin. It was a tough day, plenty of work, but he didn't complain. It was good to have something to do again. Things were certainly starting to look up and he didn't mean only Raven Rock’s business.

     

    He and Sapphire. It was still strange, but at least she was willing to talk now. Maybe it would take some time before they would come to know each other that well to recognize each other as family, but Glover was willing to invest the time. In his eyes, it was worth it. He didn't expect her to forgive him though, because he couldn't imagine forgiving himself if he was in her shoes.

     

    But one shouldn't stop hoping.

     

    He was just preparing to go to bed, because he expected plenty of work tomorrow, when he heard a knock on the door. He frowned, looking at the door. The knocking sounded again and he headed towards the door. “Sapphire? Isn’t little bit too late to-” he opened the door and stared into Mogrul’s face.

     

    “Too late for what?” the Orc grinned. “Hey, Glover.”

     

    A big fist landed between the Breton’s eyes, snapping his head back and then he got hit again. He was on the floor and all he could see was a boot aiming for his head.

     

    The world went gone dark after that.

    They were lucky the sea was calm tonight, the water completely still, almost like a mirror.  Only the oars constantly pushing the boat towards the open sea were the only cause for the slight rocking of the boat. But Mogrul wasn't complaining. Moons and stars were shining, being reflected on the water’s surface and what more could an Orc want on a night like this?

     

    Glover was laying on the bottom of the boat between Slitter and Mogrul, tied up and still unconscious. Slitter was constantly mumbling under his breath, so much that it was getting on Mogrul’s nerves. “If you got something to say, say it so that I could hear it!” he growled.

     

    The Dunmer grimaced, letting the oars rest limply. “I just don’t get it. If it was Sapphire, why are we here with this sack of shit? Why don’t we just break her neck and hack her to pieces?”

     

    “Why indeed?” the Orc scoffed, rubbing his eyes.

     

    “She’s already promised that she’ll kill you. How’s this going to help? She will most likely go after you right away, considering how she and Glover suddenly started seeing each other,” Slitter continued and Mogrul snorted.

     

    “You know what, Slitter? You keep rowing and leave the thinking to me, alright? Don’t strain that little brain of yours,” the Orc smirked and turned away from Slitter, looking at the water’s surface. Why won’t I kill the girl right away, eh? Well, he wasn’t sure himself. It would certainly save him lot of trouble in the future. I made her a promise, that first day she showed up. After I smashed the brains out of her Dunmer friend. What was it I promised her actually? It was hard to keep track of his many promises. Well, it doesn't matter now.

     

    Sapphire promised him that she would see him lose everything first and only then she would kill him. Wasn’t it only fair that he repay her in kind? Make her lose everything. Yeah, that's quite fair.

     

    But the truth was that he was fed up with her. Yes, this was the end of the road for her. No more intense partnership between Mogrul and Sapphire. I’m going to miss it, truth to be told. His mind, however, was set. After this, he would have fun with her, one last time, getting out of her where she took the Dunmer girl - because he wasn’t done with that one yet either.

     

    Things were getting complicated. Again! Mogrul was starting to lose his mind because of all of this. It wasn't that long when more trouble showed up in Raven Rock - just a few days back more precisely.

     

    Apparently, just because you kill something, doesn’t mean they are dead. The damn Altmer had returned came back to Raven Rock! Alive and unharmed! A bit rough from traveling, but no signs of poison. And to Mogrul’s shock he had appeared even with his Nord woman - who Mogrul had thrown into the sea, chained and tied to a damn heavy stone! There was no way she could have survived that. It was then that he realized that it was her who was behind the incident at the ship wreck.

     

    The damn woman had crawled out of the sea like some sort of sea demon and killed all the Reavers at the shipwreck. Then she brought them back as her thralls! A trap for Mogrul, but he couldn't piece it together back then. How could he? Usually, when he killed someone, they didn't have the tendency to come back and cause more trouble! She had to be some kind of unnatural creature. What was he supposed to do against something like that? For all he knew, both the Altmer and the woman could be undead.

     

    And those two had strolled back into his town, just like that, as if nothing had happened. Smirking, mocking Mogrul with their knowing smiles. Humiliating him. And he couldn't do shit about it, because no one really listened to him anymore. He wasn’t protected by the guards and the Altmer had made sure to remind him of that with that arrogant behaviour of his, those eyes flashing like hot coals.

     

    They didn’t waste time in Raven Rock, though, they, instead, made their way straight to the weird stone just outside Raven Roc, the one people worked on when they slept. Shit then went down. The Altmer shouted something at the stone and out from it came this horrible creature. Of course, the tusker kills it, because he’s the tusking savior of everything. Raven Rock’s hero! They cheered, they rejoiced. What bloody bullshit!

     

    It hadn’t gone well for Mogrul. Last bits of the illusion that he still held some control over the city had been shattered. Morvayn had grown a spine and dared to oppose Mogrul by publicly proclaiming the Altmer a friend of Raven Rock and House Redoran. Inviting him to his house for a party, giving him gifts and supplies, and making Mogrul watch him do it too. They invited him to the party, to spite him.

     

    Everything was falling apart, slipping between Mogrul’s fingers. The Altmer and his Nord woman. The old Dunmer and his Dunmer niece. The Orc from Tel Mithryn. And now Sapphire.

     

    But Mogrul wasn’t prepared to go down easily, feeling better after he let off some steam the night after the party. He still had Morvayne by the balls and there was some satisfaction in watching the Altmer forced to leave Raven Rock yet again. He would have to deal with him later, send Reavers, something. Poisoned milk wasn’t going to cut it.

     

    Glover then twitched at Mogrul’s feet and the Orc grinned, knocking on the Breton’s bloodied head. “Hey, sleepy-head,” he chuckled. “That was some serious sleep. Bet you haven’t slept like that in a very long time. You were literally like a sack of potatoes.”

     

    The Breton growled, struggling against the chains the held him, rocking the boat and Mogrul grasped the sides of the boat. “Hey, hey. Stop that shit. Want to me to fall over or something? No, don’t answer, that was a rhetorical question.”

     

    Glover murmured something through the gag in his mouth and Mogrul leaned closer. “What was that? Oh you’re wondering why we are here? Well, I can tell you right away that this isn’t a romantic boat ride under the moonlight. Actually, you’re here to die, Mallory. Yes, die. Let that sink in.” Mogrul then laughed out loud, shaking his head. “Yeah, sink. You’ll be doing that for a while. But you you’re probably asking ‘why’, right? Well, that’s quite easy to answer. Your daughter screwed me over, so now I'm going to kill you, just to piss her off. And then I'm going to kill her, you know, to end this all bloody business.”

     

    Glover began thrashing around, groaning through the gag and Mogrul frowned. “Damn, you people can’t keep your shit together, can you? What’s the big deal? I'm going to throw you into the water, you’re going to drown and eventually end up as food for fish. I certainly can think of worse ways to go.” He then frowned, scratching his mutton chop. “Well, I can also think of better ways to go, but that's not the point right now.” He grinned and grabbed Glover by the chain keeping him tied up. “Ready to meet your maker? Don’t worry, your daughter will drop by soon enough. Get it? Drop? Ha! I kill myself sometimes.”

     

    Mogrul and Slitter then began hoisting a struggling Glover up. They pushed him over the side of the boat, about to drop him and then the Orc suddenly stopped. “Wait. Damn it, I can’t do it,” he murmured, loving it when the Glover’s muscles totally stiffened. “I have to give you a message first.” He leaned closer to Glover’s ear, with the Breton’s face nearly touching the water’s surface. “If you happen to see a any friends of yours down there. Say ‘hello’ to them for me.”

     

    The Orc pushed the Breton into the water and Slitter threw a heavy rock - which Glover was tied to - right after him.

     

    They watched Glover disappear in the dark water.



     

Comments

8 Comments   |   A-Pocky-Hah! and 9 others like this.
  • Caladran
    Caladran   ·  March 24, 2018
    Poor Glover! I hope Mogrul gets his own horrible, horrible end!
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  January 14, 2018
    Chapter started off the right way with the Dunmeri predator getting all touchy feely with the Nord. The appearance of a ghost was a high point. Then ya went and made me want to throw up again. I promise, if Mogrul ever dies - and that can't come soon enou...  more
    • Karver the Lorc
      Karver the Lorc
      Paws
      Paws
      Paws
      Chapter started off the right way with the Dunmeri predator getting all touchy feely with the Nord. The appearance of a ghost was a high point. Then ya went and made me want to throw up again. I promise, if Mogrul ever dies - and that can't come soon enou...  more
        ·  January 15, 2018
      Maybe you shouldn´t read chapters featuring Mogrul after a meal, Phil :D
  • The Sunflower Manual
    The Sunflower Manual   ·  January 3, 2018
    Oh, I'm really beginning to like Neriila now with that display of seduction technique. Excellent usage of microexpressions to draw in a mark, then letting your eyes do the talking - exactly what you want to do to build affection.

    Well, bye, G...  more
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  December 25, 2017
    Oh, lol, I wonder how Sapphire will react to this. 
  • A-Pocky-Hah!
    A-Pocky-Hah!   ·  December 25, 2017
    You're a horrible man, Karves, even by Martin standards... And I love it! :D
    I've started to stop hating Mogrul and just accept who he is—a jerkass arrogant Orc.
    • Karver the Lorc
      Karver the Lorc
      A-Pocky-Hah!
      A-Pocky-Hah!
      A-Pocky-Hah!
      You're a horrible man, Karves, even by Martin standards... And I love it! :D
      I've started to stop hating Mogrul and just accept who he is—a jerkass arrogant Orc.
        ·  December 25, 2017
      Now that's a compliment I'm going to printscreen and put it on my wall of compliments how horrible man I am :D 
      • The Long-Chapper
        The Long-Chapper
        Karver the Lorc
        Karver the Lorc
        Karver the Lorc
        Now that's a compliment I'm going to printscreen and put it on my wall of compliments how horrible man I am :D 
          ·  December 25, 2017
        We love our little Lorc anyway. We need stories with realism. You don't sugar  coat sheeet.