From the Desk of Sir Rugrat gro-Shurgak, Son of Lord Rugdumph and Knight of the White Stallion:
All of this bald-faced disintegration is exactly what I have devolved myself to have to fight time and again! It may be true that my kind are not physically atrocious to your eyes, but who beneathed you the right to judge? I surmount that the fair Mazoga is as pleasing to my eyes as any wine-swilling Altmer is to yours. It is all a matter of perspiration.
We stand at the dawn of a new Era. Must we still be plaqued by the prejudgments of the past? I remit this to you as food for thought: If you have occlusion to find yourself on Dive Rock with the Uderfry Underfr Big Troll Matron bearing down on you, who is more beauteous standing at your side . . . Mazoga or the so called ‘comedy’ lass who serves ale in the tavern?
Of all the races (save perhaps the Argonians) the Orc disparages the most nobility. We have suffused the most hatred and prejudgment from the other races. Even the vial stories of our orifice have us emigrating from a God’s hind end! When does it end? When do we find exception into ‘your’ society without having to enrage in ignorant discussions about our lack of aestatic beauty?
R
Destri, I can't express how much I love Sir Rugrat gro-Shurgak's letters. They always make my day.
You've got his manner of speech dead on! It's amazing, yet quite understandable. My mind boggles at how you do it :bowdown: