A Taste of Flame

[SansSword]

This is just one small section of the story that will be posted very soon--unfortunately time really caught up to me and I won't have it fully finished before Skyrim drops (my original goal)

 

So here is a bit of one segment I did tonight, just to whet your appetites

 

I like hyphens and ellipses

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When everyone had regained their seats, the big orc suddenly became tranquil, pensive almost—‘Tonight . . . tonight is like wen me mumma used ta take me to duh brij in duh park at Wayrest, bak before Orcs was outlawed’—he trailed off, gazing just above the flames into the darkness—‘Doze days were so happy, I just luvd duh brij, luvd goin out on it, abuv duh wata, banging akross duh woodin planks, duh wata wuz so sparkly, so clean, buttaflies evrywere—tried to catch sum but dey too fast—I miss dat brij,’ the big orc said sadly

 

Hoffstaff looked up at the green beast—the Nord sensed something in him, honesty? Melancholy? He’d never expected to hear a sad tale from an orc, of all things, and felt a bit of sympathy for him

 

‘I remember taking a trip to Whiterun after we’d moved to Bruma—things are different now, of course, after Jsashe had her way with the city’—Hoffstaff shook his head in dismay—‘Anyway, you could see the great mountain peak of Skyrim there, the Throat of the World, and growing up I always wanted to climb it, to conquer it as a Nord, like my father had—I remember being saddened when he told me I was too small to make that climb; maybe when I was bigger, an adult—I asked him why couldn't he take me, why it was impossible—he said it just wasn’t meant to be, not yet, and that I would understand when I got older’—the Nord shuffled his feet—‘I still haven’t been to that mountain, still have not climbed it . . . still have not conquered it—and now they’re gone, my parents, my father . . . if I ever go, it’ll be alone, on my own’

 

He cleared his throat, an uncomfortable lodging suddenly appearing there—‘Maybe that’s why I became a blacksmith—don’t have to deal with cold or regrets, just heat and pressure, can bang all your problems away’

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Stay tuned for the Fires...

Edited November 9, 2011 by SansSword