THE OPERATOR: Platinum Ghost
Much of what the old orc tribes gathered tended to be such – from armour and weapons, to slaves and wives. they were all looted from battle, one way or another. unlike the flamboyant robes though, the shaman's wands were typically orc.
Day 16 - Fire
For everyone else, it was the age of blood, the time were the first orcs walked the earth, struggling to survive against endless dangers. an old orc with a mane the color of ash rose up from her place int he logs.
Fall
"it will work, you can be sure of that much." cut in admiral merkatz, the old orc charged with protecting the device. he turned towards me and in a low but clear voice told me.
Day 15 - Group
The third batch of orctober prompts has come, bringing a big more of orc love for you all to enjoy. first among the new entries we have the tale of an orc old mercenary and his new clients.
Nocturne
Gulping and walking closer to the elderly orc, robert stopped in front of him. the orc grinned, several golden teeth implanted where there used to be none.
The Orcish Forest Camp
“never hear something like that from another orc unless he’s in love with ya. made me think about binding to you.” a pause. “old orc tradition. you pick out your mate, take ‘em under a full moon, fill ‘em, and keep it inside all night.
Reforged pt 18
While others may not have been aware of it, orvig himself was a paladin and could see the holy energy fill the weapon as it struck but, even with the massive strength behind the two blows, the old orc warrior remained standing, scarcely even seeming
Where are my Jewels?
"you reek." spat the elderly orc that time as they stayed by the bed, him slowly getting clothed while the dragonborn lay on his back, still naked. and yes...
Markarth Khajiit
"there's also a nice old orc lady up the road around the bend- nice for an orc lady, anyway- she can probably repair your armor, for a small fee." "thank you, miss." zahni said.
Family
Just like that useless wo-" my first collided with his face, sending the old orc crashing down into his old sofa. a bewildered look on his face, soon replaced by a smug smirk. for a moment there was a heavy silence in the room.
Pillaged and Ravaged
Meanwhile, a couple of other orcs had turned their attention to the young, eighteen year old goat-lion.
Revelry around the Fire
Everything was clearer, better, down to that old orc gripping him… somehow, the helmet seemed to smile at him. then, the hand retracted, and the traveler was left gasping, grumbling… and aching as he looked at the nord standing up.