[center][i] 3rd of Sun’s Height, 4E 205[/i]

General Lagash gro-Nagrum [/center]
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Lagash surveyed the ramshackle assortment of men before him, alongside his own troops. On the whole, their body types were all roughly the same; they were broad-shouldered and bulky. Most of them looked as though they hadn’t seen a day of true combat in their lives, but that was to be expected. The Skyrim Civil War had ended four years ago, and many of these men were young, but there were the bandits and a few veterans from the Civil War peppered amongst the younger men. Lagash was more than a tad unimpressed with the look of this ramshackle band of brigands and younglings, but for the time being it would have to do.

“Listen up!” He began, “I am Lagash gro-Nagrum, leader of this company of Orcs. I am under direct orders from my benefactor to train and equip you fine sons and daughters of Skyrim to fight for your freedom. You need not ask who I represent, or how I will do such a thing. All you need concern yourself with is taking your people’s future into your own hands, and out of the hands of the foreigner who sits upon the High King of Skyrim’s throne.”

In the back, one of the bandit chief’s came forward, his steel armor glinting in the sunlight of Hammerfell as he approached Lagash, his broad body coming within inches of Lagash, “And what makes you think that we all will bow do-“Lagash clocked the chieftain in the face, putting him on the ground in seconds, “Lesson number one,” he said, “do not disobey a superior.”

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[center][i] 3rd of Sun’s Height, 4E 205

The Favor of Malacath, Part I [/i] 

Gurzuk gro-Golmur[/center]
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The Orcish armor bound to Gurzuk’s body shined from the degree of polishing and care that had been put into maintaining it. It was a sign of his respect, being that his armor was well-maintained, yet still showed signs of use during the incessant skirmishes with bandit groups and other marauders that characterized the Hammerfell-Skyrim border. He marched alongside his second, Gol gra-Nurzug, his hammer strapped to his back. The full weight of their boots clomped up the stone steps to the King’s Hall, the two of them anxiously awaiting the audience with the king.

“What do you think it is?” Gol asked as she strolled alongside Gurzuk, but Gurzuk didn’t respond, he was a tad bit anxious at the thought of going not only before the King, but also the entirety of the Council of Orsinium. Some of the most powerful people in Orsinium would be there, all of them staring right at him. As they approached the doors of the King’s Hall, the guards opened them and they entered the Council sitting at their chairs, the king upon his throne. Burkash grinned at the sight of Gurzuk and Gol, inspecting the two warriors of Orsinium for a long while before speaking, “Greetings, Gurzuk and Gol. I have a…sensitive task for the both of you. Well, less sensitive and more vital.” The two of them looked to each other and then back to Burkash, Gurzuk speaking first, and “What is it you require, Lord?”

“I want you to find the hammer Volendrung and bring it here, to Orsinium.”

Gurzuk looked more than a little taken aback by the task at hand. The hammer Volendrung, practically the symbol of Malacath’s favor…in Orsinium. Gurzuk stammered as he began to speak, “M-My King! You wish for us to seek out…Volendrung?” Burkash nodded and looked around the council, looking at the lot of them, “Of course. You are one of our more esteemed warriors, therefore, I suggest you get a move on. Gather a group, and head for Largashbur, the last known location of the hammer.” Gurzuk kneeled before Burkash’s throne alongside Gol, and marched out into the open air of Orsinium, “Well then, Gol, let’s get moving. We’ve got a team to build.”

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-	Training of the Nord Rebels has begun
-	Group of adventurers gearing up to search for Volendrung in Skyrim