An Orc follows to the Death

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    5th of Midyear

     

    I have been traveling with Scales for...about a week now. Things are...I am not sure how to put this...interesting? adventurous? complicated. Complicated is certainly true. We made it to Markarth, several days ago. Scales has...peculiar social habits and coming from a stronghold orc like myself that should say a lot. Our first entry into the city was probably...about twenty minutes, maybe a little more. Enough to trade with one vendor, check our the main layout of the city, grab some notices off the notice board that Scales quickly shoved into my hands, and then leave. We camped out in the upper cliffs that night to the west and Scales had me read the notices to him. Several talked about the forsworn and I explained what I knew about the rebellion of the reachmen against the nords. One talked about work for the Silver-bloods, nords with a vile reputation in the reach for their greed and brutality. Scales seemed pretty interested in them. Someone else was asking for information concerning some abandoned haunted house or some such rubbish. The rest were odd jobs, some farm work, retrieving some lost goods, nothing of value, at least according to Scales.

     

    The next day we returned to the city and explored a little more. Left for several hours, then came back again. All this coming and going makes it incredibly hard for us to really get anywhere. Scales is extremely cautious when we are in or near the city but still refuses to tell me why we are here or what we are looking for. Still, I am happy to be on the road and away from the thumb of father. While these nords and the rest of the inhabitants of this region do not adhere to the Code of Malacath, every now and again I can see elements of familiarity break through the chaos that is Skyrim. None more so than Scales himself. He refuses to steal, and despite having what I can only explain as an addiction to shiny objects, he seems to find value in their acquisition, the more difficult the better, and not in the greed of possessing them. He does not kill without reason, though he absolutely has no qualms about killing anything that threatens him in anyway. He seems to have some semblance of honor, though perhaps not in the traditional sense. His honesty and lack of subterfusion, stealth, or purpose (except for our damned purpose here in this blasted city) is commendable and a rarity even among my people lest of all these nords. Lastly, and while this may be wishful thinking of my part, he seems to protect me. Not in the way of a parent shielding a helpless child. If I though he believed me some helpless whelp I would break his fingers….or at least try. No he looks out for me like….kin….or dare I say a mate? I don’t know if he has those types of inclinations, and he certainly isn’t handsome in the way an orc is….but there is something about him..his personality perhaps, or his fighting prowess. None of these pussy nords certainly could take me down, lest of all my father. At any rate, without sounding like some sad little snowback lass who doesn’t know one end of a sword from another, the bloody argonian is attractive.

     

    6th of Midyear

     

    We went to the temple of Dibella today. Strange gods men have, too peaceful to be sure. No wonder they grow up to be so soft, no challenge! Still, Scales seems to have a knack for finding people that need help and simply offers himself and his services to fix or correct whatever they need done without question or haggling over prices. I asked him about this, said the right favors were worth more than my weight in gold, which must be a lot because I weigh a lot more than those sickly little priestesses at the temple. At any rate, seems they need help escorting some girl, a prophet or seer or something to the temple from Karthwasten back towards the stronghold to the north east. Scales seems interested in the work and I will certainly join, beyond any other reasons at the very least I owe him a great debt for the gold he paid for me to leave home with my honor intact. Afterall, an orc follows to the death.

     

     

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  • Mega-Dragonborn-of-Doom (1921)
    Mega-Dragonborn-of-Doom (1921)   ·  August 24
    I don't know why but I rather liked this line "he certainly isn’t handsome in the way an orc is"

    Maybe it's just because it really got me thinking about the way that Races would see each other in terms of an 'attractive appearance'. I me...  more
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  August 19
    It's the tusks, right? Scales likes the tusks. Final pic has Chariots of Fire looping in my head.


    "... said the right favors were worth more than my weight in gold, which must be a lot because I weigh a lot more than those sickly lit...  more
    • Amornar
      Amornar
      Paws
      Paws
      Paws
      It's the tusks, right? Scales likes the tusks. Final pic has Chariots of Fire looping in my head.


      "... said the right favors were worth more than my weight in gold, which must be a lot because I weigh a lot more than those sickly little priestesses at...  more
        ·  August 19
      Haha read the next one Scorned and you'll see more of their "relationship" :P and more sticky priestesses.....