The Old Orc - Chapter 7

• Posted by William Perkins May 3, 2013 - 527 views

  I left Fort Greymoor with a pile of dead bandits in my wake. I had to return to Whiterun for dinner, and sleep, but my travels took much longer than I anticipated. Evidently, I lack the restraint a wise Orsimer like my self should have, and I chased after every deer or elk I encountered. Of course, In my old age, I was unable to keep up and I was left stranded far from the road. I reached Whiterun at about 5 PM on the 18th of Last Seed, and entered the bannered mare where I had been living (The bounty collected has paid my rent thus far). I sad down across a table from a fiery eyed Nord woman. She bet a hundred Septims that I couldn't defeat her in a brawl, and being an Orc, I couldn't back down from the challenge. After both throwing and taking several monstrous right hooks, I defeated her, and won a hundred more Septims. That victory will pay for ten more nights of lodging. I will hit the road to Windhelm tomorrow to join Ulfric's great forces. I hope they don't mind that I am an Orc. May Malacath look over me