Wood Orc Displaced

@woodorc

Name: Kharo gro-Agthun Race: Wood Orc Occupation: Bandit Location: Skyrim, often found in the Reach. Skills: Archer, Alchemist, Swordsman. Hates: Thalmor. Sneaky people. Goals: Fight or die. A TES RP blog featuring a displaced Wood Orc from Valenwood. Mun is +18 but does not smut, and usually can be found over at Reachman and Mer. Please check out the Bio and Rules pages, and enjoy your stay! (Other blogs: Ask Eola, Weres of Valenwood, Main.) Tracking the tag woodorc. Rules Biography Tags + Threads

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// Announcement!

I've decided to add Kharo onto my Main Blog. This blog is going into archive mode, and all new replies and threads will go over at Reachman and Mer. So if you're following Kharo and want to keep him on your dash, go there! This blog will stay up because transferring all these threads would be a hassle, but all new updates will go over on the main. Hope that's not too confusing! I'll be checking this blog for replies and such so feel free to continue our threads here, just expect the next reblog to be to the main blog instead. Hopefully it'll be a smooth blog change that way.

emarilel started following you

"What d’you want?" Kharo asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

#threads #greeter #emarilel

briinfahliil started following you

"What?" She startles, eyes snapping up to the other’s. How has she not heard of this? Her lie is momentarily forgotten, mind clouded by confusion. She manages to collect her thoughts after a moment, head tilting a little as she tries to make sense of it, "The Altmer are killing your people? Why?"

Kharo raised an eyebrow. "Because we're not high and elven enough. And 'cause we don't listen to their stupid government. Same reasons they're killing anyone else in their precious Dominion." He growled. "Course, they keep it quiet. Turns out it's easy to kill people in Valenwood and make it look like an accident. You know, to people who aren't there."

#threads #briinfahliil #xyliatimeeting

molkhun started following you

"What d’you want?" Kharo asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

#threads #greeter #molkhun

briinfahliil started following you

"It does," Xyliati agrees, snorting. The slight trace of mirth in her face dissipates, replaced by a frown, "Why wouldn’t you fit in?" The elf isn’t all too well informed on the goings on of Tamriel recently, and there’s only so much one can learn of a new continent in the space of ten years. To her, the orc looks perfectly normal- if a little on the thin side.

Kharo's scowl slipped, his expression fading to confusion, her sudden seriousness throwing him. "Something we can agree on then." He tossed his head and gave her a bolder look. "'Cause I'm not from here. My folk're from the south, the tree strongholds in Valenwood. Bet y'r Altmer parent knows a bit about them... since they've been killing us."

#xyliatimeeting #threads #briinfahliil

a-hopeful-wanderer started following you

"What d’you want?" Kharo asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

#threads #greeter #ahopefulwanderer

[[Open Starter]]

"I’ll be fine, I always am," she forced a smile at the lie. If her father caught wind of this conversation, it didn’t matter whether she was protesting or not, he would be furious. "And well… I can’t say much about the smell."

She bit her lip. Nimthia was used to the dinghy interior and smell that the Cornerclub held. She lived there, after all. But she had experienced much, much worse so couldn’t bring herself to complain.

"And the people aren’t crap," she protested, keeping her tone light and joking. "Especially not you. How can one of my favourite customers be crap?"

Nodding at the comment of his shakes, she bent and retrieved a small vial from the lowest shelf under the counter. Making sure the cork was still secure, she placed it on the counter.

"This will help," Nimthia promised. "The usual price, of course. And if you need anything else, you know I’m more than happy to help."

For a moment, his face lit up. "I'm on a' your favorite customers? Aww..." Kharo smiled at her stupidly, then caught himself and mustered a frown again. "And sure they are. They're all dumb and think they can push you and your sister around. One a' these days you should just kick them in the groin. That'd show them."

Okay, so he wasn't really helping. He was probably making things worse, even. Feeling embarrassed by his insistence, he covered his reddening face and just held out his free hand for the bottle. "Thanks..." he murmured, then remembered that he needed to actually pay. He fished a small pile of gold out and moved it towards her.

#threads #renacornerclub #zirilmeeting

ocnaimhin started following you

Most of the response Kharo received was a very unimpressed look followed by a raised eyebrow. “If I was spying out here I’m sure I could do better than you.” She snorted derisively. Everything about this Orc stirred up memories of the young boys she looked after, it was odd.

"I’m in this ‘garb’ because I made it. Wouldn’t be much of a Forsworn without it, would I?"

Kharo balled his hands into fists. "Yeah? Y'think? That's exactly what a Thalmor would say. Don't want me to know they think I'm a threat! You know, I made an oath to kill them all. So if you're Thalmor, you'd better start running."

At her answer, he tilted his head, looking confused. "Y'r kidding me. You're a spy. Gotta be..." He trailed off, then huffed. "So you're either a spy or a crazy person. Good choices."

#ocnaimhin #I sense this thread will be fun XD #caoimhemeeting #threads

askthedovah started following you

“That, I have my doubts.” She responded to his threat getting back up on her horse. She raised a brow at him at his other proposal. “Not quite. Though due to some circumstances you would find yourself at a disadvantage.” She shrugged as her horse tossed its head.

"Hey!" he shouted, "I said no horse! Y'r cheating!" He lowered his fists, scrunching up his face at her. "You're the worst sportsman who ever lived. Someone asked you to brawl, you-- ok you did okay at that. Someone asks you to race, and you get up on your horse! That's not how it works! Horse is not circumstances! It's cheating!"

#threads #askthedovah #vevelmeeting #kharo you are a dweeb

briinfahliil started following you

She’s silent for a moment or two, unsure of her response. ”My mother was Dunmer and my father was Altmer.” Xyliati winces inwardly at the lie. If this were true she’d have disowned her father as soon as she was old enough to speak.

"Why do you care, anyway?" She asks with a slight scoff, though wariness shines in her eyes.

Kharo scoffed. "Half Altmer? Yeah, that's gotta suck..." At her other question, he shrugged. "Guess I don't, really. But people like us who don't fit in, figure we've got somethin' in common." He scowled. "But you call me a half-breed and we're gonna have problems, cause I'm not."

#briinfahliil #threads #xyliatimeeting

tsabiira started following you

Her lip twitches slightly, “Cats are sneaky, though those you talk of are Khajiit. Cats scratch and meow like ja’khajiit, while Khajiit maul and roar,” She punctuates this with a snarl of her own, the growl rumbling deep in her chest.

"See what you will in the wood elves- Tsa’biira is not offended. She simply is trying to make you see your heritage with an open mind, just as she does hers. Her mother is hateful and her father stupid, but their other traits she has inherited and used for better things. Like Cathay-raht, you can use your orsimer blood for strength, and like Dagi, you can use your bosmer blood for agility and speed. See?"

The Ohmes-raht smiles then, “She thanks you for the compliment, though, even if you dislike her ears. Tsa’biira thinks they are her best trait.”

Kharo groaned, seeing that she wasn't going to let up. He shook his head and said, "Look, calling a Wood Orc a Bosmer is like callin' a Breton an elf. It doesn't work that way. Y'even know what a Wood Orc is?"

Probably not, he guessed. Even if she was Khajiit, she must not have gotten very far into Valenwood, if she went there are at all.

"Look we're just... orcs, okay? Orcs who live in Valenwood. Lived-- lived in Valenwood. Fucking Thalmor might've gotten everyone by now." He frowned for a moment, then shrugged. "Ah, y'r ears are fine. Y'r right that we're faster'n most Orcs, but it's not because we're a bunch of elves. We just, er... adapted."

#threads #tsabiira #tsabiirameeting

madnessandmagicka started following you

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"Tsaesci is in akavir, there are no orcs in akivir, so I don’t know this lands races that well" he clarified "I’m not blind, if I was I wouldn’t see you no?" He said, coming across ruder then he intended.

Kharo just laughed at that. "Well, Akavir must be boring then! Everywhere's better with orcs." He shrugged. "And I dunno, might be a good faker."

#madnessandmagicka #threads #madnessmeeting

tsabiira started following you

She pouts at being called a ‘thing’, head tilting and ears flattening in a show of faked upset. “Mean, aren’t you?” Though her tone suggests he’s anything but.

Her scoff outlines her disbelief, “When you show Tsa’biira evidence of orc literature, then she’ll believe you. For now though, she suggests you embrace your Bosmeri side.” Her voice is confident, as if every word she speaks is pure gold. “This one’s own mother was Dagi. They’re annoying little things; creatures that she wouldn’t mind stomping on. That said though, they are quick and agile. Useful traits, no? Her father was Cathay-raht; big brutes with little sense. Though, still strong and stubborn.” Her brow raises, expression light, “You see? Good traits are in everyone. Even Bosmer,” A pause, “And Orc.”

Kharo grinned, baring his tusks. "Yeah, I've met some a' y'r big Khajiit. Also some tricky bastard who jumped in with a magic flash and gave me this." He pointed to some scarring on his face. "Gave it back though. Don't like sneaky cats any more than sneaky elves."

He shrugged at her other comments. "So what? Of course Orcs are good. I should know. I am one. Still not a Bosmer." He frowned. "Ah, I don't need this crap.. Already got this at the strongholds here. Don't need some skinny lady with stupid ears trying to tell me I'm an elf."

#threads #tsabiira #tsabiirameeting

briinfahliil started following you

His question stuns her for a moment. She’s used to the strange looks and subtle glances upon meeting strangers, but never before has one so blatantly brought the subject to light. She laughs clearly, voice ringing out, “I’ll take that as a compliment- if a rather strange one- though I can assure you that nothing is wrong with my skin.”

"Yeah right! It's all... weirdly colored! I mean, I've met Bosmer who were pale, but you've got a problem." Kharo grinned as he said this, enjoying the stunned look on her face. Had he caught her off guard? "So what're you? Some kinda weird elf."

#briinfahliil #xyliatimeeting #threads

tsabiira started following you

She laughs, as if sharing a joke with the mer, “This one is Ohmes-raht! She does not care who or what you are, wood orc. You are interesting, and so, Tsa’biira is curious.” She does not recognise the language, but by the tone of his voice he isn’t announcing his love of curious strangers.

"This one believes, if anything, your Bosmer blood makes you a fair bit smarter. You don’t see orcs with such a wonderful and varied vocabulary as yours very often, now do you?" She’s pretty certain this will only make him angrier, but she doesn’t seem to see the potential danger. It’s fun, and so, she continues.

"Yeah, yeah, y'r a ... whatever you said. Khajiit thing." Kharo's ire seemed to dim, and he settled on just brooding sullenly. "Plenty a' smart Orcs out there. Plenty a' Orcs who've written books. And will you quite calling me a Bosmer?! I chew up leaves and shoot little animals without thanking 'em and wouldn't be caught dead skulking around in the shadows. Try t'tell a Bosmer they've got something in common with me, see what happens."

#tsabiira #tsabiirameeting #threads

sweetdeadlysilence started following you

"What d’you want?" Kharo asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

#sweetdeadlysilence #threads #greeter

thedragonbornofcyrodiil started following you

"What d’you want?" Kharo asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

#threads #greeter #thedragonbornofcyrodil

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