Oblivion short 3

Thag considered the waters of Niben Bay as they gently lapped against the gravel and sand at his feet. He could see the opposite shore on the horizon, many leagues away. His brow furrowed. While it was true that orcs were almost fearless, it was also true that very few of them could swim. Fortunately, he had another option.

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Oblivion short 4

It was after midnight when Thag came to Anvil. The streets of the port city were empty but for a lone watchman, holding his torch high as he made his rounds. Thag exchanged quiet greetings with the man as he trudged toward the Fighter's Guild.

Thag was tired. It was three days since he'd last slept and he'd spent most of that on the road, in the saddle, or fighting through caves and ancient ruins (not to mention the occasional attempted highway robbery). Even his renowned orcish stamina was reaching its limit. He was over-burdened with loot that he could not sell until the shops opened in the morning, sustaining himself only with potions and spells that lightened his load somewhat.

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[The Burning Blade is Thag's signature weapon, somewhat unusual for an orc (who tend to prefer axes, maces and warhammers) - a fine steel longsword of which he'd already become very fond before he used a Sigil Stone to enchant it with fire damage.]