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<blockquote data-quote="The Joker" data-source="post: 6039207" data-attributes="member: 6674973"><p>Common knowledge of the Nords:</p><p>The knowledge of the Nords is bias as the war in the north rages. The paranoid races of humans and there allies and the proud elves have tarnished the name and image of the Nords beyond repair. All Nords no matter what deeds they do, god or bad, are discriminated against in the worst kind of ways. And as such, a few key sayings about them have completely circulated about them, from the slavers to even the common folk. Although there are many versions of them based on culture and language, here are the 5 most common:</p><p><strong><u>Nords are of far away</u></strong>: Nords are hunters and savages by nature; they are not to be trusted as they are both stupid yet clever.</p><p><strong><u>Nords be chained</u></strong>: all Nords are either slaves or spies, as the war in the north is still raging; all Nords seen on the mainland are seen as one of the two and are never trusted.</p><p><strong><u>Nords are mighty</u></strong>: Nords are both very strong and naturally hard to kill and as such, are expected to be kept in chains.</p><p><strong><u>Nords are better then dogs</u></strong>: although they are widely known to be untrust worth, if you gain the respect of a Nord you can trust him with your life (keep in mind, they are still to be chained) but Nords once trusting are loyal unto death.</p><p><strong><u>Nords are kind</u></strong>: despite how they are treated, all Nords are known for there kind hearts. Many believe this is a cover for there escape or a trick to lull there owner into a false since of security, but none can argue that you could beat a Nord for an hour and he would still smile. Many find this trait unnerving while others want a Nord slave just for this trait.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>festival day:</p><p></p><p>The morning came as it always did for edge. As he rose, he knew that the festival was going to be today and the tavern would be closed for the morning so he decided to skip the morning chores and tidied his room instead. Putting on his almost ceremonial cloths (fur made from the skin of a dire white wolf he had killed to save his master while they where first adventuring together) he decided to bring weapons. After all, many people means lots of thieves. As he searched high and low (it had been a while since he had needed them) he uncovered his old display he had made ages ago. On a solid wooden plaque he had mounted the star knife with the two kukris that where all sized for him that he used to use in the arena. As he gently ran his fingers across the side of the blade, he could almost feel the wet blood and arena sand on his fingers. Shaking his head, he didn’t want to remember those days, he turned away and found his large daggers under his bed and hid them in the furs, but not before being careful to make sure the weapon wires where connected to his wrist to unsure he would not drop them.</p><p></p><p>As he gave a stretch, he made sure he was presentable and turned his collar, it always got spun around while he slept. Stepping out into the dark tavern, he started his usual routine. By the time Ameiko woke he had all the festivities ready and the mead ready to be served knowing full well that he had to be at there best. The festival was beyond a busy day by edge’s books. The morning started with the kitchen full of staff, from the two cooks called in to help Ameiko in the kitchen to him and a another servant left to set up the tent and bring all the food and supplies from the inn to the tent even before the festival was even started. But all where relived as they where ready even before the speech was given by father Zauntus. Once it was finished, edge followed his master back to the inn and started to get the carts of food and barrels of mead to the tent. It was a fun and chatter filled day as even edge found himself smiling from time to time (slaves where not to smile unless instructed) as he served everyone to the best of his abilities. It was a good thing he had worn his furs as he found it hot out but it didn’t hinder his movement like his tunic did, which saved more then one bowl of salmon. </p><p></p><p>By the time the sun was setting he was ready for a rest after his hard days work. He knew better then to ask as his master would let him rest when he was allowed to do so, but a Nord was strong and he would do so only when she let him. (Not that she wouldn’t, as she was a kind soul) as he gathered up another round of dishes, Ameiko gives him a nod and motions him to the podium for the speech. It was a little quark she had, making him listen to speeches for her. As he settled near the podium he crouched down so as not to block anyone’s view, as the crack of the thunderstone silences everyone, edge’s ears rung. He hated loud noises. Shaking his head he tried to listen but suddenly people started looking around in a panic. Ears still ringing, he looked to the source of the looks and saw a dog lying in a pool of blood. Just as his blood began to boil (edge loves dogs) his hearing returned, and he did not like what he heard.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">"Goblins chew and Goblins bite. </span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Goblins cut and Goblins fight.</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Stab the dog and cut the horse,</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Goblins eat and take by force!</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Goblins race and Goblins jump</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Goblins slash and Goblins bump.</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Burn the skin and mash the head,</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Goblins here and you be dead!</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Chase the baby, catch the pup.</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Bonk the head to shut it up.</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkGreen">We be Goblins! You be food!"</span></p><p></p><p>Stepping between the people and the small green being, he drew his knives (two large daggers) and prepared for a fight. Before he could even speak a word others stepped forward and looked ready for combat, one of two he recognized from serving him mead earlier. With a slight smile the massive Nord bellowed loud and charged the green critter.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">FOR FROSTKNELL!</span>”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The Joker, post: 6039207, member: 6674973"] Common knowledge of the Nords: The knowledge of the Nords is bias as the war in the north rages. The paranoid races of humans and there allies and the proud elves have tarnished the name and image of the Nords beyond repair. All Nords no matter what deeds they do, god or bad, are discriminated against in the worst kind of ways. And as such, a few key sayings about them have completely circulated about them, from the slavers to even the common folk. Although there are many versions of them based on culture and language, here are the 5 most common: [B][U]Nords are of far away[/U][/B]: Nords are hunters and savages by nature; they are not to be trusted as they are both stupid yet clever. [B][U]Nords be chained[/U][/B]: all Nords are either slaves or spies, as the war in the north is still raging; all Nords seen on the mainland are seen as one of the two and are never trusted. [B][U]Nords are mighty[/U][/B]: Nords are both very strong and naturally hard to kill and as such, are expected to be kept in chains. [B][U]Nords are better then dogs[/U][/B]: although they are widely known to be untrust worth, if you gain the respect of a Nord you can trust him with your life (keep in mind, they are still to be chained) but Nords once trusting are loyal unto death. [B][U]Nords are kind[/U][/B]: despite how they are treated, all Nords are known for there kind hearts. Many believe this is a cover for there escape or a trick to lull there owner into a false since of security, but none can argue that you could beat a Nord for an hour and he would still smile. Many find this trait unnerving while others want a Nord slave just for this trait. festival day: The morning came as it always did for edge. As he rose, he knew that the festival was going to be today and the tavern would be closed for the morning so he decided to skip the morning chores and tidied his room instead. Putting on his almost ceremonial cloths (fur made from the skin of a dire white wolf he had killed to save his master while they where first adventuring together) he decided to bring weapons. After all, many people means lots of thieves. As he searched high and low (it had been a while since he had needed them) he uncovered his old display he had made ages ago. On a solid wooden plaque he had mounted the star knife with the two kukris that where all sized for him that he used to use in the arena. As he gently ran his fingers across the side of the blade, he could almost feel the wet blood and arena sand on his fingers. Shaking his head, he didn’t want to remember those days, he turned away and found his large daggers under his bed and hid them in the furs, but not before being careful to make sure the weapon wires where connected to his wrist to unsure he would not drop them. As he gave a stretch, he made sure he was presentable and turned his collar, it always got spun around while he slept. Stepping out into the dark tavern, he started his usual routine. By the time Ameiko woke he had all the festivities ready and the mead ready to be served knowing full well that he had to be at there best. The festival was beyond a busy day by edge’s books. The morning started with the kitchen full of staff, from the two cooks called in to help Ameiko in the kitchen to him and a another servant left to set up the tent and bring all the food and supplies from the inn to the tent even before the festival was even started. But all where relived as they where ready even before the speech was given by father Zauntus. Once it was finished, edge followed his master back to the inn and started to get the carts of food and barrels of mead to the tent. It was a fun and chatter filled day as even edge found himself smiling from time to time (slaves where not to smile unless instructed) as he served everyone to the best of his abilities. It was a good thing he had worn his furs as he found it hot out but it didn’t hinder his movement like his tunic did, which saved more then one bowl of salmon. By the time the sun was setting he was ready for a rest after his hard days work. He knew better then to ask as his master would let him rest when he was allowed to do so, but a Nord was strong and he would do so only when she let him. (Not that she wouldn’t, as she was a kind soul) as he gathered up another round of dishes, Ameiko gives him a nod and motions him to the podium for the speech. It was a little quark she had, making him listen to speeches for her. As he settled near the podium he crouched down so as not to block anyone’s view, as the crack of the thunderstone silences everyone, edge’s ears rung. He hated loud noises. Shaking his head he tried to listen but suddenly people started looking around in a panic. Ears still ringing, he looked to the source of the looks and saw a dog lying in a pool of blood. Just as his blood began to boil (edge loves dogs) his hearing returned, and he did not like what he heard. [COLOR="DarkGreen"]"Goblins chew and Goblins bite. Goblins cut and Goblins fight. Stab the dog and cut the horse, Goblins eat and take by force! Goblins race and Goblins jump Goblins slash and Goblins bump. Burn the skin and mash the head, Goblins here and you be dead! Chase the baby, catch the pup. Bonk the head to shut it up. Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed, We be Goblins! You be food!"[/COLOR] Stepping between the people and the small green being, he drew his knives (two large daggers) and prepared for a fight. Before he could even speak a word others stepped forward and looked ready for combat, one of two he recognized from serving him mead earlier. With a slight smile the massive Nord bellowed loud and charged the green critter. “[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]FOR FROSTKNELL![/COLOR]” [/QUOTE]
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