An Orc’s Life, Part 13: The Fellowship of the Verse Part III

Below is my narration for this entry.

 

It’s been several hours since we left Whiterun, and we’ve been traveling non-stop, save for that incident with the thief where I totally wasn’t helpless. I’m pretty hungry, so I propose we stop for a bit to eat something. I get no complaints from Ghorbash, but Jenassa is resistant, and feels the need to make a hurtful comment likening me to a princess. She does relent, however, and we pull off the road to a clearing. While we’re taking a break, I decide to share what I’ve come up with in the past few hours for my commemorative composition.

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Why do I feel like Jenassa is going to be the Skyrim equivalent of Simon Cowell?

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Day 19 of 28DCD: I Can Tell That We Are Gonna Be Friends…or Not

What would someone have to do to become friends with Grawnk?  Alternatively, to become enemies?

Grawnk has never had any friends in the traditional sense. He always had his mother in the stronghold, but while living there, he was mostly ignored by everyone else. In the nontraditional sense, he has Meeko. Grawnk never cared for animals, but has found companionship with Meeko. He values Meeko’s loyalty and acceptance of him. Now, obviously, Meeko is incapable of being shallow, but some of these traits are what would make Grawnk consider someone a friend.

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Day 7 of 28DCD: Relationships (Ghorbash)

Ghorbash as he currently appears. Appearance definitely subject to change.

Ghorbash as he currently appears. Appearance definitely subject to change.

Grawnk’s relationship with Ghorbash is still pretty new, and like all new relationships, there isn’t much there yet. Small talk and simple pleasantries exist, but that’s about it. So instead of describing the relationship between Grawnk and Ghorbash, I will instead be focusing just on Ghorbash. This day of the challenge is more about helping me think about how the two might interact in future posts.

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An Orc’s Life, Part 12: The Fellowship of the Verse Part II

Below is my narration for this entry.

Not wanting to keep Ghorbash and Jenassa waiting any longer than I have to, I hurriedly throw on my armor, and eat my breakfast as I’m walking out of the Bannered Mare. I bump into the door frame on my way out on account of my eyes still being half shut from having just woken up. Once outside, the brisk air succeeds in opening my eyes the rest of the way, and my mental fog rolls away as well. I can’t believe this day has finally come.

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An Orc’s Life, Part 11: The Fellowship of the Verse Part I

The dawning of an important day.

The dawning of an important day.

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

An Orc’s Life, Part 9: The Oral Hygiene Evangelist

While I am dismounting Karinda, I hear Meeko barking in the distance, and finally, he catches up to me. We need to get you your own horse, don’t we boy? I laugh at my own joke, but it’s lost on Meeko. Dogs have such poor senses of humor. Right. New town, new opportunities. So, my animal companions, what awaits me in this great city; this testament to modern architecture, this monument to man’s achievements, this – huh? A Whiterun guard has approached, and interrupted my attempt at a poetic moment with my dog and horse.

Whiterun guards hate it when you wax poetic.

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An Orc’s Life, Part 8: The Inner-Orc

Some roads lead to Whiterun.

After polling the citizens of Markarth, and taking some time to reflect upon it myself, I have decided that Whiterun, with its central location in Skyrim, is the next logical place for me to train. I don’t waste any time getting out of Markarth, but before it’s out of my sight completely, I turn around to take one last look at the city that’s given me my life back.

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