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An Orc's Revenge
An Orc's Revenge.
The sky shone a vivid orange as the sun set behind the Jerall Mountains, large flakes of snow fell softly to the ground, coating it like a soft, white carpet. The few stars that were out twinkled merrily as the many sleepy inhabitants of the city of Bruma were readying themselves for bed.
When the sun had disappeared and the moos were high in the sky, a stranger walked in through the city gates. The stranger, an Orc dressed in a set of full leather armor, only without the helm, walked half heartedly to the nearest tavern and entered. As he did so, a sudden rush of warmth swept over him, a shocking contrast to the bone-chilling weather outside. The smell of Ale and Mead, mixed with that of various cooked meats and vegetables, filled his hungry nostrils as he made his way to the bar.
“I’ll have an Ale.” The Orc said to the Imperial behind the bar. His weather beaten face was illuminated by a nearby torch on the wall, showing the many scars and a few fresh bruises.
“Here,” replied the barkeeper, “It’s on the house. What’s your Name?” he asked the Orc, the look of interest spreading across his face.
“Ronid,” said the Orc, taking a long draught of his Ale, “Ronid Lostarrow.”
Ronid took another draught of his Ale and retreated to a small table in the darkest corner of the Tavern and extinguished the small candle that shone feebly on the table. He reached in to his pocket and produced a small amulet and a ring, both of which were emitting and eerie glow. Holding the amulet tightly in his clenched fist and placing the ring on to index finger of his free hand, Ronid closed his eyes. He sat in silence, remembering the events of his unfortunate past, tears started to trickle down his battered face.
It all started six years ago, when he was aged twelve, in the city of Suran. Morrowind was at it’s peak after the fall of the infamous Dagoth Ur, and all of the cities were at peace with one another. Ronid’s parents had owned a tavern in the city of Suran, where he had spent all of his life, serving drinks to the customers and generally helping out his parents. Everything was peaceful until one fateful night.
It started in the port town of Seyda Neen and spread like wildfire, large groups of bandits swarmed the towns, killing and pillaging wherever they set foot. The bandit’s were making their way north, and were soon to reach Suran. The news of their coming had reached the city too late; the inhabitants had no way of setting up a decent defense before the bandit’s arrived. All of the able bodied men grabbed whatever weapons and armor that they could find and tried to make a stand. It was no use. Outnumbered by three to one, the gallant townsmen were no match for the savage bandits. Fires broke out everywhere; dead bodies lined the streets and the streets ran red with blood. The screams of women and children were heard as they too were slaughtered. The bandits made their way into the tavern and began to set everything alight.
Ronid suddenly awoke, he could not bear to see his parents being murdered again, even if it was in his head. Tears were streaming down his face and blood from his clenched fist. Ronid returned the amulet and the ring to his pocket and wiped away the blood and tears.
“I’ll find you,” he said to himself, “I’ll find you and I’ll kill you.”
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An Orc's Revenge – Part 2
Ronid finished the rest of his Ale and rose from the chair. Walking over to the nearest window, he thought of his chances of surviving the night on the snow covered streets. “It can’t be that bad” he thought to himself, “I’ve been through worse than sleeping out in the snow.” But as he reached the misty window, the reality of the weather outside changed his mind.
“Damn! Now I have to spend the night in this wretched place.” He mumbled to himself.
The snow was falling faster than ever covering the streets in a fresh layer of snow, the various lights from the house in the street shone pathetically through the snowfall and there was no sign of life outside the tavern. Reluctantly, Ronid turned away from the window and made his way back towards the bar and asked the Imperial, “How much is it for a room?” His voice was unwavering despite his reluctance to stay.
“It is ten gold a night” replied the Barkeeper, “How long will you be staying?” he added optimistically.
Ronid remained silent at this. Instead he slowly moved his right hand up to meet his pocket, where it fumbled around for a second. A faint clinking of metal could be heard as a small sack emerged from the right side of his body. Ronid opened the little bag and removed ten gold coins and placed them on the bar-top, carefully replacing the gold sack to his pocket. The Imperial looked down at the gold with disappointment. “Very well, sir.” He said solemnly, “One night in room two.” He handed Ronid the room key and added “You ungrateful Oaf.” in an undertone.
Ronid rounded on the Imperial as quick as lightning, pinning him to the wall by his throat. “You would do better to hold your tongue, Imperial,” he whispered angrily in to his ear. His eyes were on fire as he stared straight in to the Imperials own. “Or maybe I’ll visit you in your sleep!” The Imperial was as pale as the snow outside. Ronid let him drop to the floor, his knees buckling underneath the sudden change of weight. The Imperial lay on the floor, shaking from head to toe as if he had just been doused in ice cold water. Ronid gave the Imperial one last look of contempt before stepping over his quivering form and walking up the stairs.
Room two was situated on the left hand side of the corridor when Ronid approached. Unlocking the tiny wooden door, he lowered his head and stepped over the threshold, locking the door behind him again. He did not bother to undress for bed that evening; instead he simply lay down on the bed, brooding over the events that lead him to this very moment. As his eyelids grew heavier, Ronid reminded himself of why was here, why he was so far north.
“The hunt for the bandit leader has lead me here.” He reassured himself, then with a mighty yawn that confirmed his exhaustion, Ronid closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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you sure? i am swear i have read that before....oh on your mod website! i read it there.
i like it, you posting part 2? part 2 is good, i am still waiting for part 3.
anyway its good. sets out the map so to speak and gives the reader a sense of more to come with out pushing it to hard on them. Also very mysterious. left me hanging for more.
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An Orc's Revenge – Part 3
The same dream filled his head as it had done many times before, the killing, the pillaging, and the blood. Ronid’s parents’ bodies were lying on the dirty, wooden floor, lifeless and cold to the touch. He suddenly awoke, a cold sweat all over his body, as though the snow from outside had penetrated the building and was melting on his body. Making sure his parents’ amulet and ring were still safe, Ronid sat up and turned to put his
feet on the floor. Then he saw it.
A note had been pushed under his door while he slept. He rushed over and fell to his knees, seizing the yellowing paper off of the floor. Examining it carefully, as though it were about to explode in his hands, he peeled back one of the edges. Seeing that it was in fact, just a note, he opened it completely and read aloud,
“Ronid,
I fear that they know you are close to revealing their secret. They are watching you. Watching you every move; when you travel, when you talk and even when you sleep. Be wary of whom you trust and more so of whom you slay. They are capable of doing damage beyond comprehension.
May Akatosh guide you.”
Folding the note again, he carefully placed it in to his pocket, pondering on what he had just read. A flood of thoughts and ideas filled his head as he made his way back to his bed. “Who are ‘They’?”, “What do ‘They’ know?”. Ronid kneaded his head with his fist, thinking now of who could have given him the note. After he gathered his things, Ronid made for the door of room two. He had decided on questioning the barkeeper about the events leading to his finding of the note. Their little run-in the previous night played again through his head as he made his way down to the bar, and he wondered what the Imperials reaction would be.
Entering the bar, Ronid approached the barkeeper, keen to know where the note had come from. The Imperial looked at Ronid with a look of horror and said, “I don’t want any trouble, please, just go.” Ronid stopped in his tracks and looked at the barkeeper, “I’m not here to cause anymore trouble; I just want to know where this note came from.” Pulling the note out of his pocket, Ronid placed it on to the nearest table and took a few steps back, his eyes not wandering from the trembling Imperial before him. Looking from the Orc, to the note, and then back to the Orc, the bar keeper took a few tentative steps forwards and grasped the note in his quivering hand.
After reading the note, the Imperial placed it back on to the table, and returned to his former position a few steps away. “I don’t know anything about that note.” He said; the obvious sound of fear in his voice, “Please, just leave.” Ronid returned to the table and placed the note back into his waiting pocket, his misty grey eyes surveying the cowering barkeeper. “You know who put it under my door, don’t you!” he barked, sending a wave of uncontrollable fear over the man opposite him, “Tell me now, or your life won’t be worth living”.
The Imperial cracked at this threat and confessed. “I-It was an … an elf,” he said. The words were tumbling out of his mouth as if it were a waterfall, “H-He asked if the w-was an Orc staying here … you.”
“What did he look like?” demanded Ronid. His eyes ablaze just like they were the night before. “Answer me now!”
“I-It was dark. I c-couldn’t see all that well.” Mumbled the Imperial, a cold sweat was now breaking out over his forehead. “H-He seemed t-to be wearing leather armor though.” His words carried his evident fear around the empty room. After hearing this, Ronid left the tavern and made his way, through the town, making sure steer clear of any city guards.
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An Orc's Revenge – Part 4
Ronid’s journeys lead him deep into the Jerall Mountains, bring more snow and less places to sleep. He was now heading West along the bleak landscape, still following the faint trail that the bandits had left behind. He was weary and becoming sloppy in his attempt to seek his revenge on the bandit leader. His mind was full of thoughts of warms beds and fires and food. “Food” he thought. This was scarce in the cold, wintry landscape of the mountains. Occasionally, Ronid would stumble upon some half frozen bits of meat, left there by the wolves that freely roamed the mountain side.
Two days had passed and Ronid had not had a decent meal. Then, his sleepy eyes spotted something in the distance, a glimmer of hope in his desperate voyage. Speeding up, Ronid spotted a solitary wolf out for a leisurely hunt, and he seized his chance. He drew his enchanted silver short sword and plunged it into the unsuspecting prey, staining the pure snow around them a deep red.
The wolf was a welcome change from the scraps that had kept Ronid alive for the past two days. Using the word he had found around him, Ronid quickly set up a fire, and cooked the meat from the wolf, always making sure that the scent of the blood had not reached the noses of the other predators of the mountain. After hastily finishing the last of the meat, Ronid was filled with a new sense of optimism, and he resumed his adventure while ploughing though the oppressing blizzard.
The Jerall Mountains were soon left behind as Ronid made his way down the Colovian Highlands. As he trekked down the hillside, Ronid looked hungrily at the prancing deer that were dotted around in the wilderness, and he quickened his pace, knowing that the city of Chorrol lay ahead.
The outline of the average city was silhouetted against the evening sky, the darkness penetrated only by the warm glow of orange emitted from the houses. As Ronid approached the large gates that would allow him access to all of the things that he had been denied for the past two days, he realised that the ‘warm glow of orange’ was actually roaring flames. The city was in turmoil. Ronid ran towards the gates of the city and saw the two guards lying on the floor; one of them was unmistakeable dead, while the other was mortally injured. Rushing over to the injured man, Ronid asked, “What happened?” his eyes wide with fear.
“…attacked…bandits…please help…” replied the dying Redguard. His eyes misted over and his body when limp. Realising that he was now in fact dead, Ronid placed him gently onto the floor, and drew his sword.
“I will,” he replied to the limp figure of the guard. This is what he had waited for for six years. His time had come to get his revenge.
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what!? Ginge have a mod website? i didn't know that
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I never got around to finishing the story off. Chapter five is unfinished.
I shall indeed get around to finishing it though. Maybe later tonight.
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whoa slow down! lol.
awsome work!!!
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@Xeth Ban: Yeah, but I don't really use it that much any more.
@Midgetalien: I posted all of these on the Rangers Guild Fourms and thought that I'd just post them here.
And maybe on my forum as well.
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