Oblivion short 2
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cmdr_zoomAs an orc adventurer in (mostly non-orcish) Cyrodiil, Thag gro-Uruk had been called many things. Until today, "too pretty" was not among them.
As he was speechless with surprise, the Nord crone in the shapeless brown burlap robe continued to scold him. "People like you. Like to hear you talk. Bah! Come back when you are more loathsome." Having dismissed him, Hjolfrodi stood her ground and glared up at him venomously.
Thag, more amused than anything, considered this. It was true that lately he was trying to act better than the orc who'd been tossed into the Imperial Prison for starting a drunken tavern brawl. Something about Martin and the Blades, and the trust and fellowship they'd extended to someone they hardly knew, purely on the basis of his deeds and not his station, had inspired him... made him want to strive to be more than what everyone (Thag included) had always expected him to be. But if that was the orc this woman wanted...
Thag grinned, showing off his jutting lower teeth, as he dropped his shield to leave both hands free. He reached back into his pack and drew forth the two bottles of cheap wine that he'd been holding onto for some suitable debauchery. Pulling out the corks with his teeth, he spat them at Hjolfrodi; then, raising both bottles high in a gesture known as the "V-chug," he tilted his head back and poured the contents down his gullet (though some overflowed and ran down his neck and chest). When they were drained, Thag dashed them both to the ground and stood there with a queer smile. For a moment, as the sound of shattering glass faded, there was only a faint rumbling or burbling noise from the region of his belly.
Then Thag opened his vast maw again and let forth a titanic belch right in Hjolfrodi's face. It smelled - no, tasted - of vinegar and this morning's breakfast, and it went on and on, echoing and rolling around the small mountain clearing like thunder. It lasted for a slow count of ten, and by the time it was done the other daedra worshippers were staring.
Hjolfrodi, her wrinkled face now flecked with spittle, squinted at Thag, who looked slightly deflated but quite pleased with himself. Her lips pursed.
"Right, you'll do."
(For an encore, Thag threw up on the statue. The lady Namira was apparently both incensed and impressed.)
As he was speechless with surprise, the Nord crone in the shapeless brown burlap robe continued to scold him. "People like you. Like to hear you talk. Bah! Come back when you are more loathsome." Having dismissed him, Hjolfrodi stood her ground and glared up at him venomously.
Thag, more amused than anything, considered this. It was true that lately he was trying to act better than the orc who'd been tossed into the Imperial Prison for starting a drunken tavern brawl. Something about Martin and the Blades, and the trust and fellowship they'd extended to someone they hardly knew, purely on the basis of his deeds and not his station, had inspired him... made him want to strive to be more than what everyone (Thag included) had always expected him to be. But if that was the orc this woman wanted...
Thag grinned, showing off his jutting lower teeth, as he dropped his shield to leave both hands free. He reached back into his pack and drew forth the two bottles of cheap wine that he'd been holding onto for some suitable debauchery. Pulling out the corks with his teeth, he spat them at Hjolfrodi; then, raising both bottles high in a gesture known as the "V-chug," he tilted his head back and poured the contents down his gullet (though some overflowed and ran down his neck and chest). When they were drained, Thag dashed them both to the ground and stood there with a queer smile. For a moment, as the sound of shattering glass faded, there was only a faint rumbling or burbling noise from the region of his belly.
Then Thag opened his vast maw again and let forth a titanic belch right in Hjolfrodi's face. It smelled - no, tasted - of vinegar and this morning's breakfast, and it went on and on, echoing and rolling around the small mountain clearing like thunder. It lasted for a slow count of ten, and by the time it was done the other daedra worshippers were staring.
Hjolfrodi, her wrinkled face now flecked with spittle, squinted at Thag, who looked slightly deflated but quite pleased with himself. Her lips pursed.
"Right, you'll do."
(For an encore, Thag threw up on the statue. The lady Namira was apparently both incensed and impressed.)
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Date: 2007-01-06 07:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-06 02:40 pm (UTC)Have you played the game?
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Date: 2007-01-06 04:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-08 04:24 am (UTC)Yeah, Thag is a special kind of hero.
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Date: 2007-01-08 07:28 pm (UTC)