These entries are written by my character in Skyrim. In the roleplay I have it where, during his downtime, he writes stories, information he has gathered, or a journal of sorts. So, I thought I'd post them here.

So, without further a due.....

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Title: Drellek the Orc

Author: Dromok gro-Brosh

Many have asked me, as I go about my tavels, why do the Orsimer follow the Daedric Prince Malacath? Perhaps he is the reason you 'Orcs' have such foul luck, perhaps your fortune would lie better with the Aedra, and perhaps after you do as such the Bretons will cease your purging.

Sadly, the Aedra care nothing for us Pariah Folk, the Bretons would still find reason to play their favorite game 'Kill Every Orc In Sight', and we would still be looked upon as monsters.

That is why we follow Malacath:
Her cares for us,
Because he is responsible for us,
Changed like us,
With us.

So, I always respond the same, with a story of one my ancestors. It's about damn time I write this down anyways, lest time forget his tale.

3E 397

The night was cold, so I was told. The laughter and yelps of bandits filled the night, as they beat Drellek the Orc, time has claimed the name of his father.
As he took the lashings what Drellek feared the most was the way they looked at his daughter, Shama, he feared what these men were capable of.

After having their fun with Drellek they took everything. His axe, his septims, and his beloved daughter.
On the verge of death, Drellek cried out, "Malacath! I lie here beaten and defeated, out numbered, but not outmatched. Please, give me the strength to slay these cowards."

In an instant Drellek claimed, with his waking eyes, to have seen into the realm of Malacath. As the dust beat up, tightening, and taking the shape of an axe.

During such he claimed to have heard a voice.

"Show your strength, take back what is yours, and worry not. My people will have a home, soon enough."

All in an instant, Drellek was looking into the distance. A camp fire, the only light.
Drellek stood, axe in hand. Marching toward the light, prepared to show his strength and take back what was his.

Drellek stormed the camp, killing everything with ease. Their screams for mercy were ironic to Drellek, how could they expect mercy from a man who had never been shown any.
Afterwards, when the camp was littered with the bodies of his foes, the axe fell apart, into dust, and blown away by the wind.

Drellek took back his daughter, to wander yet again, until a home for the Orsimer was claimed in 3E 399.

I'll post these two at the same time, due to their being really short. =p

Also, I'll just note that these are all speculation pieces by my character. The only thing cannon about them are if they mention past events, characters, or dates. Enjoy!

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Title: Concerning Malacath and Trinimac

Author: Dromok gro-Brosh

Next to Malacath, Gortwog gro-Nagorm has done more for the Orsimer than any other mer or man, but sadly faulting in his dealings with Malacath.
For those who don't know Gortwog turned his back on the Daedric Prince Malacath, for the Aedra Trinimac.
Many, myself included, believe this to be the reason Orsinium fell, early within the Fourth Era.

Trinimac is believed to have perished when Malacath was created from the remains. This Orc believes Malacath is as much Trinimac, as Trinimac was.
Perhaps, he is simply angry. Angry for the mistreatment of his people and our curse. Because of this anger he has become Malacath, the god of the bloody curse.
Whatever it may be, whether Trinimac is still out there, or Malacath was formed from the remains of Trinimac. All that can be said is Malacath is the one with us.

Protecting us,
For He cares for us,
Because he is responsible for us,
Changed like us,
With us.
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A Child's Story.

Title: Such is the Life of a Nord

Author: Dromok gro-Brosh

There once was orphaned Nord.
He grew up to live by his Sword.
To slay many beast.
To host many feasts.

Such is the life of a Nord

One day as he sat watching the sky,
A mighty dragon flew by.
Too long the fight lasted,
Too many flames were blasted.

Such is the life of a Nord.

After finally slaying the dragon,
He went to the Ragged Flaggon.
Looking to boast,
They held a great toast.

Such is the life of a Nord.