The Old Orc - Chapter 1

• Posted by William Perkins May 2, 2013 - 454 views

  In this blog, I will be playing an old orc searching for an honorable death, and I will play DiD. 

  The ride into Helgen was quite uneventful except for the looming notion that my head may not be a part of my body for much longer. This wouldn't be the death that Malacath would want. I couldn't go at the hands of some Imperial headsman. I couldn't bear the thought, but even I wasn't as fearful as the "Lokir" that was on my carriage. In Helgen, it was discovered that my name wasn't on their list, but the bastards sent me to the block anyway. I swear that I will send them all to Sovngarde. I was laying with my head on the block, with the smell of fresh blood in my crooked nose. The headsman raised his axe and an enormous black dragon landed on the tower. The headsman fell, and I ran with Ralof, a man from the Stormcloak forces. I climbed through a watchtower, and escaped to an inn. The rest was blood. Just blood.