#orcberserker

[jaliantheswordsinger]

Mean and green (orcberersker)

JalaIan was riding in search of thi. Krajyk fellow that had come to the camp weeks ago asking for a new battle axe. Jalian had helped Anahiil forging the weapon , advising him to not add any detail that wasn't completely necesary for the weapon to work perfectly. It was a nice weapon, black as midnight and sharp as fear with a good weight to it.

Jalian was wearing her glass armor, of dark moonstone and deep green glass, her ebony shield and the ebony axe at her back while her ebony bastard sword hanged from her belt. Makela, her mare, was wearing mihrill armor, shining under the mid day sun. And she was sure that se had spotted the Orc he had been looking for.

[swings-many-swords]

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[swings-many-swords]

Orcberserker started following you

Swings was once again not paying attention during one of his walks, having crouched down to examine some interesting flowers by the side of the path. They smelled exquisite, and he wondered what they were called.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't hear footsteps approaching, and looked up at just the wrong moment to see a massive Orc just above him. He made a quiet noise somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, then tried to gather himself and stood up, offering out a shaky hand.

"Oh, h-hello, I didn't see you there. How are you today?"

[tamrieltrinity]

orcberserker said: 

“I don’t know of any families from Cyrodiil. And Winterhold is probably my favourite city, as all the others are much too busy. Aside from Falkreath.” He chuckled, reminiscing on his travels. “I’d like to build a house out in the tundra, if I do ever settle down. Overlooking the Sea of Ghosts…” He aimed the words more towards himself than her. “Oh, sorry. My mind wandered.” He chuckled, grinning widely.

She nodded, an obvious wave of relief passing over her.

"The Sea of Ghosts is a beautiful place. A bit eerie but the glaciers are divine." she said, smiling. "Particularly when you can see old Nordic ruins peaking through the seemingly immortal ice. I like those. There's apparently a few dwarven ruins too but I've not came across them."

She paused, shrugging. "Nothing wrong with someone's mind wandering."

[witherandrockjoint]

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"There is a mountain in the road..." Lucretius peeked out from the curtains that shrouded his palanquin, but the Dremora Lords that bore it, did not set it down. "Yes, a blood-slick mountain. Right there in the road." He pointed a shaking, gloved finger. Then he chuckled. "Better to go around..."

[formerbravo-archived]

orcberserker started following you

"Wow, you're a giant shit, ain't ya'," remarked the grinning blonde, who kept a good distance between her and the Orc. She had learned to never get too close to strangers out in the wilds of Skyrim; she never knew what might happen. Steel gauntlets clanked against steel armor as she folded her arms, her gray cloak hanging on her thin, yet strong shoulders.

[boarchasers-archive]

orcberserker started following you

A lot of people's heads turned to watch the armour clanking through Whiterun, including that of the guard on duty at the gates. It was just a little bit hard to tell a seven-foot tall Orc in full armour to stay out of trouble. Trouble probably came to him, whether he wanted it or not. For Trond, who had grown outwards rather than upwards, it was probably wisest to keep quiet.

But wise ideas, and holding his tongue, were not responses he was known for. In fact, it was practically a challenge.

'Big weapon you've got there,' he said from under his helmet. 'Compensating for something?'

[blondesandkhajiit-blog]

orcberserker started following you

"Hail, Orc," Althea stated, bringing one hand up to flick her wrist as a sort of wave. "Anything I can do for you?"