It’s a pretty easy question for Grawnk. He would want to get rid of his cowardice. I’m not saying he wouldn’t act cowardly anymore in certain situations, but at least the choice would be his to run away, and not his body just completely taking over. I can’t really expound upon this anymore because that’s really the only thing Grawnk is truly unhappy about with himself.
Instead of addressing the broad topic of “Relationships” originally posed for this day of the challenge, I decided to answer some more specific questions instead because I was having trouble going from general to specific.
“What inspires Grawnk the most when writing music? Heroic deeds? Glorious battles? Love?”
Grawnk is not one to get hung up in the past, and therefore wouldn’t have any real interest in visiting it. One exception would be going back to merely observe his grandparents that he never knew. That aside, Grawnk’s real interest lies in the future. Grawnk found history books boring growing up, and preferred to read other books instead.
So the task for today is to “make a playlist of songs that remind you of your character or your story, or share stuff you listen to while you write, your character’s entrance music, exit music, relationship music, etc.”
Below is my narration of this entry. Hope you enjoy.
My room in the Bannered Mare comes slowly into focus as I open my eyes. The shadowy tendrils of my dreams swirl around in my memory for a few moments, but they soon dance out of existence, leaving me to wonder why my stomach feels as though it has knots in it. As my grogginess subsides, I quickly remember what today is: the first day of my journey to Dead Men’s Respite. I feel one of the knots tighten. Continue reading
Below is my narration of this entry of An Orc’s Life. I’m doing this mainly so I can improve my voice, but if you all end up liking it, that’s cool too. I did not even attempt to edit this, and it was my first attempt, read without stopping. Now that my qualifiers are out of the way, let me know what you think.
Much time has passed since the night I got plastered after having my ass handed to me by an overgrown insect. In many ways, I am not the same Orc anymore. That following morning I woke up to a Whiterun guard yelling at me to get up, which I thought was rather rude till I discovered I was not in my room at the Bannered Mare, but in a tent I had drunkenly constructed in front of the main gate the night before. A little embarrassed, and a lot hungover, I packed up my tent and left to get some breakfast.
Hey Guys, I added another link to my blog roll: An Illusionist in Skyrim. It came recommended by Christopher Livingston, (creator of The Elder Strolls/Livin’ in Oblivion) and the first post is very promising. Essentially, the author will attempt to play Skyrim with a character who will exclusively use spells from the illusion school of magic. No punching, slashing, stabbing, etc. Check it out.