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((Headcannon Poetry Continued))
"What gracious form doth though take on tonight our smyltnes and with what awe I stand before thee fore with such lust and envy you dance. nyss glimmering machinations of young mens' dreams and nightmares" Recited Age 30, Location Unkown transcribed same day
((Head Cannon: Poetry)
It is common knowledge that knights must be refined in the arts. Ulag practices but finds his works poor in quality so often does not share them. Over the years many of his Sellsword coworkers have transscribed them.
"Alas that sauntry sky which wear what russet sun upon it's mantel must in every life walk over the dew of such wayward lands and set upon each of us ne a moment of rest for such wlitigness haunt each dream of every bill and shield
we long for hom in the wake of every restful hour What pity are we Husks of men and hwelp pity upon us of nine so few"
Recited on the road, Age 25, Date unkown. Transcribed two days later
((Looking for RP))
((I'm gonna start actively searching for some RP. If you'd be interested hit me up.
If not...
Ok still hit me up because seriously just do it.))
Ulag tilted his head back squinting his eyes; the exasperated expression of an orc trying to recall something. A hum escaped his lips resonating lowly with his gruff tone “Say no more Milady, I’ll make no assumptions past what you’ve told me. My place here is not to assume nor judge.” Bringing his head back down the orc scanned the room, it was much the same as his fleeting mind could recall.
"Tell me though Milady, have you crossed the borders of Morrowind before? It’s like entering a whole new world compared to this nordish tundra!" He elaborated, attempting to sway the direction of their conversation "The Dunmer, I found. are just about as friendly to my kind as the Nords but that’s where the similarities ended..
There was nothing particularly shameful about the surgery itself, but more so the connotations of it. She was thankful he had decided not to pry. “Thank you for allowing me some privacy, darling. It’s a much needed break from all the gossip…”
Morrowind? Oh, yes, she had, and it was terribly dangerous, so she didn’t exactly stay for a vacation. Business was important, but not important enough to be destroyed over. “Dunmer are a rather gruff bunch, I’m afraid. Rather like the Nords for different reasons, but, yes, I have. Once upon a time, not recently.”
"Well I doubt much has changed since your visit Madame Sontaire. Fortunately I lingered in the mountains for most of my expedition and can assure you that everyone was quite hospitable up there." He jested,bringing an open palm to his plated gut. "I doubt you'd like to hear the recounting of my bloody work though Milady. I'm sure you've heard enough tales of woe around here."
The orc twisted his head around the room once more, taking note of the finer details of the lodging, Vague memories of his first time visiting the Bordello still linger... Strangely enough. Simpler thoughts have a way of circumventing the more important ones he supposed. "Tell me. Milady. If you or any of your fellow staff have in anyway felt betrayed by my sudden absence. Please: allow me to redeem myself. I am more than willing to carry out any task that you or one of your workers requires. Ask of me anything. My sword is yours."
Ulag crossed his arms, looking jokingly disgruntled. “Milady have you up and replaced me? I know have been gone for some time but you can trust that so long as this orc doesn’t die he’ll return.” The sellsword reached for the nearest chair and pulled it to her bedside for a sit and to bring himself down to her level.
"Now not to pry Milady; but how did you go about harming yourself like this? Furthermore I’ve got quite a bit of field experience when it comes to injuries if you’d like. By the nine I’ve been able to get a legless man to walk I’ll tell you" He japed "Well more like hobble I suppose… But details matter little!"
She laughed, shaking her head. It was good to talk with an Orsimer that didn’t have such a gruff manner to him. Joking was a nice touch, too. “I haven’t replaced you, no, dear. I couldn’t. But as for my ailment…” She ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to think just how much she should divulge to him. “It’s quite alright, I understand you asking. My… well, I had trouble with my liver, you see. And so I had an operation done.” That was enough information.
Ulag tilted his head back squinting his eyes; the exasperated expression of an orc trying to recall something. A hum escaped his lips resonating lowly with his gruff tone "Say no more Milady, I'll make no assumptions past what you've told me. My place here is not to assume nor judge." Bringing his head back down the orc scanned the room, it was much the same as his fleeting mind could recall.
"Tell me though Milady, have you crossed the borders of Morrowind before? It's like entering a whole new world compared to this nordish tundra!" He elaborated, attempting to sway the direction of their conversation "The Dunmer, I found. are just about as friendly to my kind as the Nords but that's where the similarities ended..
orcsellsword replied to your post: "Good Lady" The orc called as he peered through the ornate entrance. "How goes business?"
"Morrowind… I think" He thought aloud; Rubbing the back of his head. "Regardless: I am back and more importantly ready to serve once more! I trust I did not miss much in my absence, I assume everyone is still here and alive?"
"Morrowind…" She rolled her eyes and gave him a remarkable look, one of both exasperation and relief. "Everyone is here, yes. I’m on bedrest, myself, but should be back to business in half a month. At least I’m able to properly move, now. Once more my Bordello is overflowing with orcs, though… I should have enough to form my own Stronghold."
Too many damn orcs.
Ulag crossed his arms, looking jokingly disgruntled. "Milady have you up and replaced me? I know have been gone for some time but you can trust that so long as this orc doesn't die he'll return." The sellsword reached for the nearest chair and pulled it to her bedside for a sit and to bring himself down to her level.
"Now not to pry Milady; but how did you go about harming yourself like this? Furthermore I've got quite a bit of field experience when it comes to injuries if you'd like. By the nine I've been able to get a legless man to walk I'll tell you" He japed "Well more like hobble I suppose... But details matter little!"
OOC: ((I'm back! [Again...]))
((What is up tumblr. Long time no see. My summer has been packed between work & travel unfortunately giving me no time to RP. Well the season is up for my summer job giving me plenty of time to hop right back into the scene. I've no doubt lost a lot of skill / RPing opportunities so I might be starting a new page. Regardless keep an eye out for me in the future and feel free to shoot me some asks about my disappearance OOC or whatever the hell you feel like. Hopefully I haven't missed too much.))
((Welp))
((Man I might as well check up on good ol' Ulag, see whats going o-
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That's a lot of pregnant people... ))
((New Character set up))
((My new character has been set up, everything about the page is very basic and so is character design. But nonetheless here he is right now Stanus Mido. I was told by my friend that I should warn people that he can be extremely offensive. I'd hope that people realize shit he says is not reflective of my opinions. Give em a follow and send him an ask, I'm sure it'll be interesting.))
((Mod problems/ New character in the works))
((I've come across the problem with Ulag that he has no motives really, this makes him nearly impossible to write for, While I've grown to like this character quite a bit and think he is fascinating I'm beginning to grow more and more frustrated at how poorly I've planed him out. There for, while I will be keeping this character, I'm going to temporarily turn attention over to a new one and see how it works out. And the way I've planned out this new one, I think you are gonna love to hate him.))
"Hail, brother!" Krajyk called to the other Orsimer. It was good to see a fellow Orc outside of the strongholds.
The sellsword nodded, extending a plated arm towards the orc. "Greetings kinsman"
Why an orc? I like orcs, I'm just curious :3
That's a tough one, I mean retrospectively it is difficult for me to say one reason in particular as to why I picked an orc. I knew nothing about the community when I first created Ulag or the number of orc characters within it. If anything I vaguely recall having an orc character in Skyrim who I was quite fond of at the time of Ulag's creation. So I suppose I just built off that really...
Roses are red/Orcs are green/The reason for that/Is slightly obscene.
Are you attempting to imply something about us orcs greymage?
feistymeril replied to your post: In your opinion, Mr. Ulag, who are the most...
Really? Well, how kind— WAIT. What do you mean for the sake of preventing harassment or torture?!
Don't play coy Meril, if I had said any other name my place at the bar would've been revoked... Nonetheless I meant it.
In your opinion, Mr. Ulag, who are the most attractive women/womers you have met?
I think for the sake of preventing any sort of future torture or harassment I'd receive, I'll name Meril as one of the most attractive womer I have met is some time.
“Yes!” The smaller man bounced up and down, highly excited to show someone how to catch bugs. He wasn’t sure why the orc wouldn’t know, the orcs around the Reach lived in Strongholds that were a lot like Forsworn camps… but then again he knew nothing about how they lived, since he wasn’t really allowed inside. Maybe chasing bugs wasn’t allowed?
Rémi took the orcs hand and beamed at him, beginning to tug him off into the bushes.
“Is go look bugs, yes! Rémi is can tell what bugs is good for catch!”
Ulag was taken completely off guard by the Reachman’s sudden pull, being lifted completely off his arse with Rémi’s tug. “Don’t you think we’ll scare off the bugs running like this?”
Ulag stumbled behind Rémi trying to keep pace and recover his balance. Despite his best effort Ulag still tumbled nearly completely over as they reached the bushes, his armor clashing with the ground, scaring a bunch of birds out of a near by tree. “I’m very sorry Rémi,” Ulag pleaded, pushing himself up off the ground “I hope my armor did not scare off any of the bugs you wanted to show me.”
Uh-oh! He fell over! Rémi stopped and looked at Ulag, concern painting his features. He also seemed to feel a bit bad, since he’d dragged Ulag off without asking if he was ready.
“Is okay scare bugs! Is lots bugs. Ulag is okay? Is no fall get hurt, yes?” That would be very bad! But Ulag was an orc, and his Auntie didn’t mind orcs at all, so if he got hurt, he could take Ulag back to Hag Rock, if need be.
And he did have a lot of armor…
"I'm okay Remi, don't worry yourself." Ulag said, brushing the dirt from his armor. "I'm okay to keep looking for bugs if you'd like."
Ulag stood himself completely up momentarily, before quickly taking a knee. "We don't want to scare anymore away or we'll be at this for hours. You lead the way Rémi and I'll try not to be so clumsy, alright?"
