Preface: This is written in the way I feel my character would write, he is an orc. Do not expect the same level or writing a human would have. That isnt what he is. However it is my hope that over time he developes into someone charming and entertaining to read about. If you have things you would like him to write about or if you want to help me with my writing style or suggestions. Just post in thread and Ill try to get better each time I write. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy.



Entry 1

I'm not usually the Journaling type. In fact how does one talk to a Journal? Hmmm... How about an introduction...

Dear Journal,

My name is Zarok gro-Syklon. I am an Orc. I got you today because something wild happened to me. I probably do not talk right in a Journal since, but I had the desire to write my story. I think in days to come it will be worthwhile. I will not write everything, Just interesting things that I remember. I will not write everyday, just days I feel like it. I know that isnt how "more civilized" people do it, but Im an ORC and I like it that way. Anyway on with my story:

A couple nights ago I was in an tavern and I got in a fight with a Nord mountain man. I went into a Rage and beat him badly with my hands, I was then beating the local town guard, so Imperial Legionaries were called and I was taken to prison in the Imperial City for disorderly conduct. When I awoke there was a Dunmer in the cell across from me hassling me, calling me a weakling and so forth. I WILL KILL HIM some day, but more importantly, a little after that Three Blades appeared with none other than the emperor himself. The Emperor spoke about a prophecy involving his death and myself and the stars. At the time I wasn't paying much attention, but they opened up a passage way for me to escape and after fighting a few rats and goblins, the emperor was stabbed in the back by an assassin in purplish robes. There had been other assassins similarly dressed, but I just let the Blades take care of them. I raided there potions and robes, along with some weapons I found. Before he died, the Emperor gave me an amulet and told me to find his son.

I told this to one of the Blades. He wanted me to go take it to somebody named Jaufree in Chorrol...

Someday I may do this, but when I got out of the sewer and saw the wilderness again I decided to find shelter and think about things. I sold my loot save for a Battle Ax, Bow, Arrows, and some fur gear Id taken from bandits. Then headed out into the wild with just a few coins in pocket. I then took refuge in a cave I have decided to call Serpends End cave. That is where I am now, before I rest.

Good night.

Entry 2:

This morning I decided to go ahead and take the Amulet to Jaufree. I had ventured close to Chorrol anyway and had a large amount of poisons, potions, and wolf pelts Id collected to sell.

I went to the Priory and met some of the monks there. I recieved a book on Combat techniques, a horse, and assorted armor and weapony. So I left the Priory better equipped and with more to sell.

After I sold my items I decided to drink a bit, however when I got to the pub I heard an old man very disturbed talking about creatures over running his farm and sons. I told him I would help him in exchange for provisions. At first he was reluctant to let me raid his pasture, but I explained to him that without my help the Goblins would take it anyway. He could have me save his sons, or he could have no crops and no sons. He eventually agreed to let me have the crops.
I met his sons at a cross road outside of town, they were ill equipped. Street clothes and shortswords. I offered to retrieve armor for them, but they were to pre-occupied to be strategic. They showed me the way to there farm, and I was able to defeat most of the Goblins myself. They may have fought 3 between the tow of them compared to the waves I crushed.
When I returned to the Inn the man was so greatful that he gave me an enchanted Frost-Blade.

As of now I am camping at a wayshrine on my way to KVatch where the emperors heir supposedly resides.

From what I can tell it seems like you know how the Orc would write. Short and straight to the point.
It looks good, but remember that if this will just be a re-telling of the main quest or the like, it won't be very interesting. You need to give the story your own little twist.

It would also be nice to have some more information about the Orc's background. He doesn't have to write it in his journal if you don't think it would fit him to write so openly about himself. You could tell it 'out of character' like a narrator or something.

With the background I want to write it as it becomes relevant. As we go along certain quests or lines will be relevant to his past life, and that is when we will talk about it. Id rather SHOW than TELL. Stay tuned.

good stuff man!! lets see some more details though bro i want to see the fights ya know? but of course do what you like you have atleast 1 fan right here!

Awesome man, and I will try to write a more epic battle scene. Battle for Kvatch will be dedicated to you when I get there.

lol ight well if you must incorporate me remember im nord all the way lol :intergalactic: so if your dude needs a buddy ill send my dudes bio your way

I dont think that Im good enough to do that yet. Writing fan fics is brand new to me.

lol your doing great i have never worked up the courage to do it im told you get better with time and s far your off to a great start

Entry 3:

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I havent written lately because I have been heavily traveling, and my day to day has consisted largerly of gathering herbs along the road to Kvatch.

On my way I made a brief stop in Kvatch and got in a little bit of trouble. There was a Bosmer who approached me from the shadows whispering to me. It was unsettling, and I found the fellow annoying. Something just was not right about this, so in old school Orsimer fashion, I split him down the middle with my battle ax. I may have made a slight tactical error in doing this in broad daylight. The guards pursued and I had to pay a very hefty fine which left me with little to go on. No matter, I am a survivalist.

The road between Skingrad and Kvatch proved to be very dangerous. I was attacked repeatedly by Bandits, Hedge Wizards, and Wolves. Fighting is beautiful.

When I fight another intelligent being my eyes fill with blood, and I see everything under a thick red tint. Time seems to slow and I feel a burning rage in my veins. The rage comes from childhood memories. My father was a military man and I was a rather whimsical child. He was highly upset with my desire for magic. I learned basic spells before he withdrew me from the mages guild. He then attempted to beat me into a "real orc man." When I fight I remember those beatings and I take it out upon my enemies.
There is more to fighting than just this pure rage. If you deal with pain long enough you can control it and inflict it maximally on your foes. The diference between myself and many others is that I thoroughly enjoy a fight. I do not need to fight for honor, or to defend something. I fight because it is what I love to do, and because of this I fight better than my enemies. There is no fear in my fight.

Fighting an animal, or hunting is much different but equally enjoyable. I believe that you should not attack an animal using means that animal does not have. That is to say that a wolf cannot wield an ax, so I believe I should fight them hand to hand, or possibly with a small dagger. Nothing more.
When the wolf attacked me I through off my armor, sounded my battle cry and tackled it. As I crushed its ribs, the beast was able to bite harhly into my flesh. I defeated the beast but I had contracted hell joint, a disease wich slows the limbs and makes one slightly dizzy.

Luckily I arrived at Kvatch shortly after my battle with the wolf. I went to a merchant girl, an attractive blond Nord woman whose name escapes me now. As I explained to her my need for a hell joint cure, she told me that the town of Kvatch had been pilaged by creatures from another world and that a small battalion of soildiers were defending the camp up the road. I told here that I would be happy to assist them when I was cured. She sold me the cure, and now I lay myself to rest and allow it to heal my sickness.

little desperate, eh?

great job so far man! me likez it keep it up

Oi! maybe lol :biggrin:

i had another guy other than krom i wanted to see in story lol.
great job still man

haha nice xD
yes, great job indeed