Waalx wrote:I like it. I see some mistakes though as you said yerself.
one big one is that he couldn't logically forge a whole weapon in 7 hours. it takes much longer. I would suggest here that he was working on this blade in secret from Olav, over a certain period of time. Each day Olav went out to drink he would take out his work out of it's hidden place, and work more, until that fateful day he finished it.
Who is the mysterious figure that cry over the scimitar (and that smell like rotten eggs)?
I will rewrite the part about him forging the Scimitar and the Tetela Dagger, they were one of the gripes I had about my text initially I am glad you share the same oppinion
The mysterious figure is the Daedric Prince Malacath "whose sphere is the patronage of the spurned and ostracized, the keeper of the Sworn Oath, and the Bloody Curse" his realm is Ahspit (hence all the references to ash in the story). He is very important to my story because he is so similar to "the Orc/Malachi" in that both of them are disfigured, as "the figure/Malacath" hints to when talking about the Miscitar. Since Malacath was originally the Aedroth Trinimac, but was devoured by Boethia and turned into Malacath he is corrupted just like Malachi is (in that his arm and face is fu**ed up).
The end and the beginning of my text hints to that Malachi actually IS Malacath's son, but since most sources from Oblivion says that Daedra can't bear children... Well you'll have to interpret it the way you want to
And of course (just like in my last text), there are several easter eggs
Waalx wrote:I like it. I see some mistakes though as you said yerself.
one big one is that he couldn't logically forge a whole weapon in 7 hours. it takes much longer. I would suggest here that he was working on this blade in secret from Olav, over a certain period of time. Each day Olav went out to drink he would take out his work out of it's hidden place, and work more, until that fateful day he finished it.
Who is the mysterious figure that cry over the scimitar (and that smell like rotten eggs)?
I will rewrite the part about him forging the Scimitar and the Tetela Dagger, they were one of the gripes I had about my text initially I am glad you share the same oppinion
The mysterious figure is the Daedric Prince Malacath "whose sphere is the patronage of the spurned and ostracized, the keeper of the Sworn Oath, and the Bloody Curse" his realm is Ahspit (hence all the references to ash in the story). He is very important to my story because he is so similar to "the Orc/Malachi" in that both of them are disfigured, as "the figure/Malacath" hints to when talking about the Miscitar. Since Malacath was originally the Aedroth Trinimac, but was devoured by Boethia and turned into Malacath he is corrupted just like Malachi is (in that his arm and face is fu**ed up).
The end and the beginning of my text hints to that Malachi actually IS Malacath's son, but since most sources from Oblivion says that Daedra can't bear children... Well you'll have to interpret it the way you want to
And of course (just like in my last text), there are several easter eggs
he could be Malacath's, as in almost every mythos there's a god that come down and fornicate with a mortal. so that doesn't mean he's directly his son, but he could still be part his...
That is true, and the Daedric Prince Molag Bal actually came to Nirn and raped a Dunmer woman, that woman turned into the first Vampire, and that is the origin of the Vampire disease Porphyric Hemophelia in Tamriel.
So there are examples of Daedra fornicating with at least the Dunmer race. (Now it should be said that the woman died from whatever injuries she obtained from Molag Bal and that Molag Bal has many nicknames one of them being "The Raping God") But there are no evidence of Daedra ever having being pregnant nor any race of Nirn being pregnant with a Daedra.
But like I said, one can interpret the text the way one wants, that's one of the things that are so beautiful about writing
Them wood sword's them oldest Orc blades. its survived up till present days, cuz ther weapons o' ritual passage. Them orcs had ter do they, as its wos them warrior initiation ter be able ter do one.
Somehow thi custom survived them tribal ages, arnd even modern orcs o' present days will need ter do one, ter be considered an real warrior by hist peers. One great legend wos known about them wood blades...what wos its...ah yeah! thast right Wood, its wos thast one. (Wood is rather fond o' theses wood swords....go figure, Yer not meant fer each other We speached himst once, them part mineral, arnd yer only an overgrown hard veggy! Next thing Me remember o' thast conversation wos waking up with an big bump on mine head.)
them other two, them base cleavers, are from one family. But Me think ye knew that don't ye?
as fer them brokenhead, We will tell ye later, mine memory is taking an nap.
Waalx wrote:so ye want more don't ye? We think ye do...
Lo them rest o' them book.
Them wood sword's them oldest Orc blades. its survived up till present days, cuz ther weapons o' ritual passage. Them orcs had ter do they, as its wos them warrior initiation ter be able ter do one.
Somehow thi custom survived them tribal ages, arnd even modern orcs o' present days will need ter do one, ter be considered an real warrior by hist peers. One great legend wos known about them wood blades...what wos its...ah yeah! thast right Wood, its wos thast one. (Wood is rather fond o' theses wood swords....go figure, Yer not meant fer each other We speached himst once, them part mineral, arnd yer only an overgrown hard veggy! Next thing Me remember o' thast conversation wos waking up with an big bump on mine head.)
them other two, them base cleavers, are from one family. But Me think ye knew that don't ye?
I'm not sure I'm understanding you right here, but you want me to write the last two stories in the book right away?
One being the story about the Wood Sword and how it is used as a rite of passage?
And another about the Huruk and the Meyer Cleaver from one blacksmith family?
Waalx wrote:so ye want more don't ye? We think ye do...
Lo them rest o' them book.
Them wood sword's them oldest Orc blades. its survived up till present days, cuz ther weapons o' ritual passage. Them orcs had ter do they, as its wos them warrior initiation ter be able ter do one.
Somehow thi custom survived them tribal ages, arnd even modern orcs o' present days will need ter do one, ter be considered an real warrior by hist peers. One great legend wos known about them wood blades...what wos its...ah yeah! thast right Wood, its wos thast one. (Wood is rather fond o' theses wood swords....go figure, Yer not meant fer each other We speached himst once, them part mineral, arnd yer only an overgrown hard veggy! Next thing Me remember o' thast conversation wos waking up with an big bump on mine head.)
them other two, them base cleavers, are from one family. But Me think ye knew that don't ye?
I'm not sure I'm understanding you right here, but you want me to write the last two stories in the book right away?
One being the story about the Wood Sword and how it is used as a rite of passage?
And another about the Huruk and the Meyer Cleaver from one blacksmith family?
thast right.
them legend o' them wood sword ist so tragic, Wood ist getting wet as an newly felled tree eatch time We speach its, arnd its take my months ter get himst dry again afters. So yer better not expect my to speach it fer ye.
arnd yer right about them cleavers, thast what We speached.
Ok! That's awesome, I was hoping I would get the chance to write about one sword only in an entire story!
And I already have a few excellent ideas about the family that made the two cleavers.
Now, I won't be able to write too much tomorrow, as I have some stuff I have to take care of (namely my girlfriend), so I won't be able to write more than one story at best. But you'll have both of them by the weekend waalx
But what about the last sword in the Orc module, the Brokenhead Longsword, will you be writing about that one? If so, I'm looking forward to reading both you and Elhazan's new works!
Oh! And I swung by your website the other day, and damn! I had no idea you were an artist! I mean, I know it takes some skill when modding for Oblivion and all, but the artwork you have posted there is exquisite, I'm impressed. Don't take this the wrong way, but when talking to you, you just don't seem like the brilliant artist type you know, but that's how wrong one can be. I especially love the one with the eye and the black background.
Oh another thing, just a little detail, about the story of the Wood Sword. Is it only male Orcs that make a Wood Sword as a rite of passage? Or is it females as well, because considering that Orcs are famous for their respect and indifference among the sexes I just had to ask.
my website is from 2003..I really need to delete many of that old crap and make a new one with all the new stuff I have that isn't shown there...time time time = no time.
I don't know what you say about me not appearing artistic in my way of 'speaching'..I'm not an artist that try to talk through his own arse, if that's what you mean (cause I can't stand this kind of pedant attitude), but I always was into art since I was born. Never wanted to do anything else.
yes I will write the story for the BrokenHead. it's in fact my favorite one in Orc.
and take your time for these stories, nothing is in a hurry here. I just told you what to do this fast, cause yesterday you were the one who said I wasn't giving you work to do fast enough...so my ancestor from another world took it upon himstself to tell you something more about the book...
thast not important. the modules I release are in fact just a preview of what it will be in the end. Nothing is 'late' nor anyone behind anything as no one get paid.
this morning I had another idea that will most probably will make dev akm and drdm76 cringe again as this would mean more work..but this time it's about the way I would like to see the stories implemented in RealSwords.
Even so, I have a very strong urge to be on top of the situation. Being late... Is a concept I have, let's just say issues with. So even if you say I'm not, I will be working fast either way, that way I have more time to edit my texts and look for faults/errors which will save me time later
It's good you are brainstorming as well, like I said a while ago, I have faith the RealSwords concept will turn out to be a mod unlike any other.
But this will be my last post/PM for today, I need to dream now. Will talk to you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Later.
Nicely done! Poor big guy, though. I like how he’s pretty much the embodiment of the ostracized that Malacath identifies with so much. I think it would be entirely possible that he’s Malacath’s son…but I’ll leave that decision up to you!
I’ll comb through it again, once you do the changes you’ve already mentioned, to give a suggestion or two. Keep up the awesome work!
Well, my original thoughts on Malachi, was that he was simply a mentally and physically disabled Orc, with strong emotional issues due to his brutal upbringing. And because of all that he continuously craved for being better than everything and everyone, being perfect, and never truly cared about anything or anyone else.
Then I added the hints to that Malacath was his father, and because Malachi never appreciated any of the gifts Malacath had given to him he was infuriated (dealing with the Deadroth never ends well you know), sort of like a "the lord giveth and the lord taketh" dialogue you know. The Daedra being all-powerful and all.
And finally I added the fact that Malacath actually takes pity on Malachi when he takes his own life, and takes him to his realm Ashpit where "To this day, Malachi floats in an eternal storm of ash, forever beautiful, forever perfect." he finally becomes perfect, and is free of suffering and all his problems.
It is actually a very sad story, with many hidden meanings of beauty and happiness. It all depends on who is reading it and the way that person interprets it
Ok, so there was obviously a change of plans according me writing a text and the intro for Chronicles II before Friday, since it's Monday now, and what do you know, I haven't posted anything since Thursday.
I made a promise to myself when I signed on to this project, to never have to excuse being late, and it looks like I'm going to have to break it already.
I have a good reason I assure you, she's called my girlfriend, but that doesn't mean I'm not sorry for not having delivered in time.
So anyway, the new text is called "Ritual Legend" and it's about the Wood Sword and how it is used as a rite of passage.
I have taken a whole new course in this one, both in that it's alot shorter and (thanks to Elhazan) I'm now testing out writing with more sword technical goodness
Also the Intro follows, but I'm not at all satisfied with that one, so please give me some pointers!
In this world of ours there are many mysteries and curiosities, some are identical to aba malatu, others can be solved by simply reading a book, or listening to the whispers of the winds.
In all my travels across Tamriel, I have learned to understand that even the sweetest of forgotten legends and tales of great heroes and weaponry can not compare to just stopping, and listening to the gilstening sound of the water for but a second. This is such a story.
Just as the Baar Dau hovers over the city of Vivec, every citizen knowing that one day, should they lose their faith it might come crashing down upon them. A young Orc must one day face his fear, that his world might collapse should he not be able to master his rite of passage.
A restless adolescent Orc may be able to plunge a jagged knife with all his might hilt deep into an enraged wereboar without even flinching, or toss himself in the way of danger so he might save those he love seemingly by instinct. But there is nothing as intimidating for an immature Orc than his ritual of ascension to manhood. The Orcs are born with a physique of a bear, and a courage to match, and due to their great esteem among equals, respect amongst the sexes and their reverence towards their elders, there is not much that can put the wiggles into a sturdy Orc so to speak.
Not even when a young male approaches the female he has lusted for since he first saw her, is there much doubt nor apprehension in his mind. A youthful Orc can stand still for many an hour waiting for the right time to strike a deer with his hunting dagger, but the time he spends carving the piece of a tree that will eventually become the proof of his devotion and vigor towards his escalating strength and determination may seem eternal and insufferable.
Splinters throughout his fingers, and with the golden brown sprig of wooden glory in his hands, the now even more anxious juvenile carries it towards the chamber where he will spend his next six days of solitude and concentration.
The focus of his angst, the creation of a Wood Sword.
Since the Orcs began gathering in tribes before the incidents of Daggerfall, and when they were hunted by men and mer as beasts, when the time comes for a young male Orc, he must spend six days alone carving and forging his Wood Sword, scorching the wood, merging it with metal through his passion and white hot fire.
The wood may come from any tree, from the Ironwood tree deep in the forests of Skyrim to the high palm trees of Elsweyr, the important thing is the design, and the truth of mind the Orc puts into its making. The entirety of the sword is one piece of wood, the tang, pummel and fuller are all the same lifeline that once ran through the branch of a tree. If the Orc should sliver the fuller or the point too much when carving it, that lifeline is lost the wood becomes brittle and his ascension into manhood is considered foiled by his peers.
Another important factor is the scriptures often put on its fuller or on the pommel. Some carve the names of their loved ones, or the name of the woman that occupies a separate piece of their heart. Some write words of admiration towards their heroes or elders, and some write praise to the gods or daedra they worship.
This is an example of the scripture on a Wood Sword obviously dedicated to a Daedra; " MY SPIRIT AND FLESH MY HONOR IS YOURS"
A special intricate process when regarding the Wood Sword is adding its "thorns", the wood in itself has no edge, and the cutting power of the Wood Sword is determined by these "thorns" that are melted into holes carved in the side of the fuller, formed as they harden and then tempered.
The "thorns" do not necessarily have to be thorns as in the sharp thorns that protect branches and the stilk of many plants. They can have many shapes and do not even have to interlock as to make a full edge, in fact, most Wood Swords have "thorns" that are separate and make up a jagged edge to the fuller.
The grip is usually simply carved into the wood, making a naturally tight fit depending on the carvers hand and specifications, another favourite for the grip is boar skin, often with the fur still in place allowing for a soft grip but still providing a non-slippery surface.
Now, the creation of such swords is prominent to the Orcs that strive to be respected by their elders, still some smiths are known to carve and forge basic versions of such blades, however, should an adolescent Orc buy such a "copy" instead of making his own, he will be found out, and he will be cast out from his society and lose the reverence of all his equals.
Many an Orc have been shamed by either failing to carve the Wood Sword, or neglecting to create it all together. This is the reason so many Orc hearts thump an extra time for each second during this trying time in his attempt to ascend to manhood.
The Wood Sword is not essentially created for combat, but if you ever encounter a young Orc armed with his Wood Sword, take my advice and do not stand his way.
Today I have written in the light of Secunda, crossing the path of The Serpent, it is fortunate I remembered to rub Nightshade on my shoulder yesterday, or The Serpent would surely have reached down and bit me.
The Orcs of Orsinium have had a troubled past to be sure, but now it seems they will have their own Imperial sanctioned province, and they are thriving. If not respected they are surely accepted by the majority of modern society. The harshness of conflict they have survived has left a great scar upon their legacy, but it is a scar of knowledge and surperior durability. The Orcs are considered the most talented soldiers of Tamriel, and in their company I feel strenght like I feel nowhere else, or is that just the side affect of their firm odor.
As blacksmiths the Orcs have a unique way of the anvil, they create sturdy blades comparable only to the seasteel of the Argonians, with fearsome edges that can carve through the hide of a Dreugh without difficulty. They often forge single-edged weapons with strength equal to the mountainside of the Wrothgarian Mountains. Yes, if the blades of the Khajiit is the hilt of blacksmithing, then the Orc blades are surely the spine.
By chance the Orcs are also brilliant tattoo artists, who would know I would willingly let someone singe symbols into my delicate skin? If anything they are a welcoming people, albeit they take some time to get comfortable around you, once they do, they are faithful for life.
Once I've gotten some replies on these two, I will start editing the three texts and the intro I'v written until they are void of all those little typo's and faults, at least in my eyes. Then I'll leave them to you Elhazan and write the last remaining text in Chronicles II - Orc.
I've now recieved many pointers and great advice (plus a revelation which saved me from much future embarrasment) from Elhazan. Let my editing begin! Expect a post with all texts in a not to distant future
On a sidenote, for those that are interested I recently posted a topic on the lore section of Bethesda's forums concerning the theory of "Malachi" from my second text. It seems that it is in fact legit
The Ayleid Ghost has spoken, it seems the "last" edits will have to wait. I will need to rewrite the Ritual Legend text to add my special brew of Vochaness (more story) after all. I can't say I'm dissapointed, I love writing with a lot of 'sazz', but it was fun while it lasted
