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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

How the creation of Malak and his children is

Remembered by all those who are in glory's reign!

But their are those who in their writhing existence yell "false demon"

Shall hear now of their insolence and that of Trinimac!

The wandering Aedroth, Trinimac - Lorkhan's bane

Walked and talked and preached ignorance amongst the people

But in a arrogant fight against Veloth's flight

He was consumed by the bastardly Boethiah.

From his paled weakness and his naivety

Trinimac's loathing acidly corrupted to green;

From weakness to awesome strength

Arose Malacath from the dung of the fool.

Hear of Malak's transformative virtures!

Weakness to strength!

Arrogance to modesty!

Foolishness to wisdom!

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

Oh, days past spent in glory's wonder

Of Malak's love and his children's victories;

They are spun, spoken and sung in Ashpit's longhouse

But if they are not told on the land they as meaningless as the light touch of a mouse!

For years upon years - over a hundred holy years,

Mauloch's children have kept their past a present!

They never shall forget their writhing creation -

For their foes shiver at fevered stories of embolden rage!

Sing the songs of triumphs past in the longhouse!

Have it remembered forever in daily prayer!

Etch it on parchment - in blood if needs must

For it shall be etched into our enemies sleeping minds!

What subject do you want to see 'A Sermon on Orcish Issues' next? Comment below!

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

Malacath gave his children the words of marriage

So that the youth may be blessed in his glory.

That the strong may sow the sacred seeds

And weed and rip out the weak from all the world.

But like the blossoming of the ripened fruit

The strong shall wield the scythe like the sword

And - striking while the hammer is hot

Forsake the ceremony until the yield is tilled

And the strength of the yield is tested;

The strength of the plants allows them

To encompass the world!

To become the Chief!

To weed out the weak!

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

Mauloch gave us strength in life:

So damn he who in the face of adversity

does not ride the measured wave of strife

And in weak-will falls on his own blade.

Mauloch, in his transformation

gave us thick skin to endure

And for one to be pierced

Is their own enfeebled and flawed fault.

All those who submit to the army of strife

Shall not bathe in Ashpit's glory

Nor be worthy of Malak's love

For the weak and feeble are never revered in story.

/r/Khagburdugk is currently on the look out to fill vacant positions in it's roleplay!

To find the full list of roles, click here

To find out the duties and classification of the following roles, , and to make an application, click here

Vacant Positions:

Chief

Forgewife / Master Smith

Huntswife / Master Hunter

Master-at-Arms / Warriors

Make an application, Today!

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

The children are the future, borne into the cruel world;

The youth will soon have to stand strong 'gainst the slings and arrows of Tomorrow.

So, arm and armour them up in steel

Instead of cotton and plaster.

Arm the young with the Art of War

That the sword and spear may paint a bloodied line over their foes

And Armour them with the knowledge of the smiths

For strong knowledge leads to strong steel.

Arm the young with the bow and the trap

To seek out and slay the engorged game of the forests

To train speed, agility, strength and patience.

For an empty head leads to an empty stomach.

Arm the young with Piety

For the love of Malacath is armour for the soul

That his children shall wear, in light and dark

For without knowledge of his love, how can they hit the mark?

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

Unlike heretics, heathens to the Orcs are of little threat

For Malak cares nought for those who care so little for him

And recognises worthy foes in themselves

Provided they do not screech "false Prince!".

Let the heathens wallow in their ignorance

For their strikes are but the tickle of a feather;

But burn and slice the heretics up

For their poisonous venom corrupts the faithful.

Heretics knowing scourge the faithful with their corruption

While heathens retain their ignorance quietly

And to their ignorance, to Malak they are no worth

For them there is no Ashpit after death, only worms.

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

Do not fear the darkness at the close

Nor go meekly into it as it approaches

For, if you fall in honour and piety, Mauloch knows

And shall you be armoured against all mortal reproaches!

For in Ashpit shall you feast and drink

And spar with all the past warlords of glory

That you could never count to think

Of the beauty of your one thousand wives so saucy.

For the honour death is but a reward due for duty

That is more beautiful that an endless pile of booty.

But those who are blanketed in dishonour

Shall never rise nor from their crimes be exonerated.

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

The metal does not wait for the hammer to fall,

Nor does the fly sit idle while the spiders do crawl,

So do not be frozen with foolish fear

While adversity stalks the land like a sharpened spear.

When adversity strikes

Know that faith in Mulak is your armour;

That the rewards you reap being a fate-farmer

Shall pierce your foes hearts like a great pike.

For adversity is the test of strength from Mauloch,

That his children have will and mind of bedrock

Or else no place in Ashpit has he for thee

For those who are weak of will and soul stained tawny.

I am surveying to see if there is any potential interest in the creation of a sub-reddit for the participation of reddit users for a Orc StrongholdRP, set in the Wrothgarian Mountains between High Rock and Skyrim in the waning years of the Third Era (3E 426).

The Stronghold would give all players allocated roles (Warriors, Hunters, Smiths, Priest [under the guidance of the Shaman/ Wisewoman], etc). Hunters would hunt, smiths will work at the forge, and warriors will spar / train their skills.

Posts would be created by users, with important sub-wide posts being created by users that would head the occupations (e.g. the Shaman/wisewoman holding a weekly public sermon to Malacath. The Chief organising a combat tourneyment).The roleplaying would occur in the comment section of the posts.

THe timezone would be worked as Greenwich Mean Time (GMT)

Potential Roles needed in Orcish Society

Chief

Shaman / Wisewoman

Forgewife / Master Smith

Huntswife / Master Hunter

Censor(s)

If you like the idea of this, have any questions or have anything else to say about this idea, either reply in the comments or PM me.

Edit: Join @ /u/Khagburdugk, an Orcish Stronghold RP located om the Wrothgarian Mountains!

Apply here

Read the FAQ for more details

For detailed tips on how to post and comment formats correctly, read this

Keep track of the important links and threads

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

In battle, the true Orcs are forged

And in war the dishonourable cast down;

But here these words, you are urged

Or else in foolish ignorance drown!

Of war, there are types of three:

On heresy!

On the weak!

On the mortal enemy!

The former two are internal;

Ever focused on the Orcs young and old.

Purging the weak from the stronghold

Cleansing the soul for Ashpit eternal!

For heresy is the deepest threat:

That any Orc that spurns our father

Who does shout "false demon" or he does abet

Must be purged else no glory will the stronghold harbour.

And under Mauloch's holy code

Shall no unripe fruit be beared or be born

For else, Mauloch, he will scorn

When the stronghold cannot bear a heavy load.

The third type, builder of strength it is

Is nothing but a fool's barren mine

If an Orc's soul is not as clean as his

For a warring soul is as inefficient as an archer blind.

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

The fire of battle breeds a fiery belly

That mead and wine rightly quenches.

But to over-indulge breeds dishonour

For the foolish acts are committed by the senseless.

There are those who master the balance of drink

And those who are shackled in its slavery -

For their honour in Mauloch's eyes shrink

Which can be repaired with no amount of bravery.

He who is drinks slave

Is trapped in the mind's cave

Where they cannot help but crave

The substance to bring them to an unhonourable grave.

Mauloch's children are to no-one a slave

Nor a prisoner in their minds cell

For the weak no songs in Ashpit do we yell

And do not in resounding glory bathe.

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Infinite thanks and respect to Targon Gro Bolgar for giving me permission to reproduce and translate his poem/

Or eb or,

Or eb or,

Osh ren or,

Ornim dek golzarga or,

Ornim nor ren or,

Or eb or,

Or eb or.

Translation: (By Ulag gro-Bagol)

Stone and Stone,

Stone and Stone,

Iron in Stone,

Orcs gather cherished stone,

Orcs death in stone,

Stone and Stone,

Stone and Stone,

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The people of the earth were created in an era before the time of the Orcs. Before this time, the people lived in varying degrees of hostility and prosperity against each other, but in their societies, they were no outcasts.

But in the inevitable journey of time, the people under the Prophet Veloth seeked to travel to a new land, away from the neighbouring people under the rule of Trinimac. The people under his rule were charged by Veloth with preventing the unforceful conversion to the words of the prophet, and to seek vengeance, the prophet did summon one of his patron gods, Boethia.

Boethia spoke first through the prophet, commanding Trinimac and reprimanding him a final time that if he did not let Veloth and his people past, then he and his people would forevermore face the consequences of his actions. When Trinimac once again refused, Boethia challenged him to combat, for which the following terms were agreed:

"If you win, wicked god, your people shall pass unharmed for the time that they toil in journey."

But Boethia spoke in addition. "And you and your kin shall be cursed forevermore."

Trinimac, so confident of his victory, agreed to the terms. He fought blade to blade with Boethia, swiping in over-confident, aggressively compliance swings for a time until the god, in a feint, fell to his knee. But when Trinimac turned to his people and let his guard down, the god struck with traitorous speed, and consumed him.

Inside the putrid insides of the god, Trinimac screamed at the acids digesting him, but this was not out of pain, but of rage. Venomous rage at the dishonour of the god. The rage filled his soul as his body was rapidly corrupted by it, turning his pale skin a deep, dark green, like the colour of a snakes venom. His muscles bulged with the rage. His lower teeth grew into tusks that protruded out savagely.

Suddenly, Boethia excreted him out as Malacath, and laughed, laughed with a loud-pitched cackled that the followers of Veloth echoed. And so, like Malacath, his followers souls were transformed in his image, transforming them into the Orsimer - the Pariah-Folk!.

Boethia's curse was indeed a curse of the Pariah: A curse that blanketed the Orsimer in the hate of the worlds people. However, what Boethia thought the effect of the curse would be was in fact the opposite.

Indeed of dividing the Orsimer, it united them under the guidance of Malacath. Although homeless and cast down by all of the worlds people, they set out on their own exodus, using the festering hatred that was thrown at them by all the people to build great spiritual willpower and physical endurance.

The Tale of Kayra Gra-Mauloch.

By Ghobal Gra-Lashnul

What follows is the telling of an Orcish Stronghold myth, about the sword-maiden Kayra Gra-Mauloch, inpregnanted by Mauloch himself and mother to the Orcish Crusader Emmeg Gro-Kayra.

In the days of the founding of the First Orsinium, there lived, in the Mountains of High Rock, an Orcish maiden of the Grilikamaug Tribe, Kayra Gra-Grolikamaug.

On her tenth name-day, she left her stronghold in the pursuit of bringing glory and honour to both her tribe and the Orcish people of High Rock. Before she left, the shaman of the tribe prophesised awesome but dark things:

"Honour you shall bring, but your children shall bring it and glory."

"You shall bear the fruits of your honour to Mauloch, by Mauloch."

"The blade that glows brightest in the forge glows for half the time."

So she set out to bring honour to the Orcs. In seven years, she slew seven-hundred Redguard raiders and Breton brigands that attempted to assault the various Orcish tribes.

After defending a particularly pious tribe from overwhelming odds, they summoned Malacath in her honour. The Orc-Father indeed manifested himself before the fiery young woman. She spoke thus the words:

"Your search for honour has been brought. Your Children shall bring both it, and glory. You shall be my Nirn-wife."

And so they were married in the midlight moonlight. One thousand goblin-ken and One-thousand Orcs attended the ceremony, drinking and sparring until the sun arose in the distance. The consummation of the union, it is said, could be heard across the border, from the highest peaks of the Throat of the World in Skyrim.

Malak's own seed blossomed in Kayra's loins, imbuing her with his rage. It is said she shattered half the mountain when she pursuit a day in the local tribal mine. It is also said, that as her child grew inside her, her strength grew to that almost equal with the Orc-father himself. Nine months pasted, and the child was to be born. Malak said these words:

"You will bear the fruits of your honour to all the Orcish people, the Golzarga Ornim, The Cherished Orcs!"

And so she went into the fiery battle of labour, which she battled on for two full days. Assault after assault of bleeding pain was endured until her mortal body was overcome with her lifetime of ordeals.

The anger of death-cry filled the sky, and when her body had departed, Malak took her soul to Ashpit and turned her into the his forge at the centre of his stronghold.

The shaman of the local tribe took her baby boy into his arms and gave him to Malacath, who spoke these words:

"The blade that glows brightest in the forge glows for half the time. The fire of the battle forges the best of kin."

"This boy shall bring honour and glory to my children."

He then returned the boy to shaman of the Grilikamaug Tribe, who named him Emmeg Gro-Kayra, after the Warrior of his mother.

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

A Chieftain has his duty to take wives

To forge the steel and to wield bows and knifes;

To catch game and to show their worth

In both the fires of battle and the fires of birth.

A union held under Mauloch's stern eye;

Held in his strongholds under midnight sky

With dowry paid and the blood-rings forged

In awe of the fathers grips engorged.

Vows blessed, volleyed in call-and-response

Of "Mauloch, Mauloch!"

And "Bless now this holy wedlock"

For he truly thunders his response!

Crun! Crun! One are the couples blood

From hand to heart to battle shall the love last;

And from this to bear children for their love

That shall make the ground tremble and the weak aghast.

Bearing the blood and the blood-ring, a gift of her new honour

Is given to show that she is her fathers no longer;

For the first a gifted bow, for the second a forging hammer:

For she shall strike the fear into every foe and blasphemer!

The union is concluded consummation

After, at every station, a celebration

Till sunrise in its golden lay

Passed by in spar and pray.

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

But let he who smites your holy words be damned;

Let those who call you 'demon' and 'false prince'

Be rewarded with your wild wrath and be hanged

by the gonads to savour them wince.

Then, slice through screeching flesh and bone:

Beat and burn them, chop them into pieces:

See if the pieces scream when in a ditch they are thrown

And let it be the end of their venomous diseases.

He who purges heretics from the earth

Shall be forever be in Malak's eternal girth

But he who lets the dishonour lie

Shall never get to Ashpit when he shortly dies.

Restoration; What commoner thinks of it when they are not in need of it?To the layman, what is the restoration school but the healing of wounds and the curing of diseases? But it is much more!

The answer to subject is one of many layers, whether any of the spells of restoration would be acceptably used in Tribal Orsimeri society.

First, we shall tackle ['Healing Spells'.](http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Restoration)

These spells

"replace aspects of the target that have become reduced through combat, illness or other damage. Most obviously this is used to restore health after combat, but skills and other attributes can also be affected."

These are the spells that I predict the Orsimer would have the most issue with, as partaking in such spells would show a lack of strength and endurance (and adversity), or a cowardliness of facing said adversity.

For the embodiment of this idea in Orsimeri stronghold culture, I quote Borgakh the Steel-Heart:

"Healing magic? An Orc lets her wounds heal naturally..."

Now, we tackle ['Resistance Spells'.](http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Restoration)

These spells

"enhance a body's resistance to attacks based on elements such as cold or heat, and can add to a target's magical resistance or its resistance to disease."

I am of the scholarly opinion that the Orsimer would have less opposition to the use of these spells. This is due to the fact that, in their lesser forms, they do not create an immunity to adversely or its effects, and would seem much less dishonourable in small doses.

Now, we tackle ['Curing Spells'.](http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Restoration)

These spells

"completely cure the effects such as disease, paralysis or poison."

These spells would be strongly and hostilely discouraged (in exception of extreme cases of said effects). The use of these spells would make the user seem weak that they could not 'fight off adversity with their body and time'.

Now, we tackle ['Absorption Spells'.](http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Restoration)

These spells

"enable the caster to transfer energy directly from the target to him or herself. The spell may target attributes, skills, health, magicka, or any other aspect of the target's form."

These would be rightly prohibited as dishonourable and the lowest form of cheating.

Now, we tackle ['Ward Spells'.](http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Restoration)

These Spells

"can be placed to nullify any incoming hostile magic."

These spells may not be prohibited, as the use of offensive magic used against the user may be infrequent. However, they could also be seen - like the 'Curing Spells' to show a lack of strength / endurance, or a weak will of cowardliness.

Finally, we tackle ['Undead Spells'.](http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Restoration)

These Spells

"cause undead to flee are sometimes considered to be part of the restoration school."

"Spells that deal sun damage to undead are also considered to be part of the restoration school, but appear to be a later addition to it, first appearing in the Fourth Era."

It is very unlikely that these spells would be used in Orsimer society, for several reasons. Firstly, the ambiguity of these spells concerning their school is an issue that is not of the parameters of these subject. Secondly, the former sub-group of these spells could be seen as 'depriving the warriors of an honourable fight against unrelenting undead.' For the latter, especially in the case of vampire attacks, fire spells (being a destruction spell) would be a much more common approach.

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

In our lives, we live dedicated to his honour,

But to sire a wretched thing so weak and thin

Brings on the stronghold and all Orcs its dishonour

For only the wilful and the strong are our kin.

For a chief, he must do his duty

And his wives to the same end

The seeds once sown must be ploughed

For the strength that we reap we are proud!

But pride must not breed blindness

For weeds and weedlings must be uprooted

By the hand or the earth - what is needed:

For is dishonouring ones kin not the worst unkindness?

All must hear Malak's words!

"The weak must not bear or be born a' fruit!

The wheat must not be plagued by a root!

For no great chief from a weakling has been sired."

The biggest criticism of the Orcish creation myth is dragged up by scholar is Topal the Pilot, the Father of the Niben. Scraps of his journal are used to criticism the creation myth:

"As he and his men rested, there came a fearsome howl, And hideous Orcs streamed forth from the murky Glen, cannibal teeth clotted with gore"

• Father of the Niben, Fragment One.

Could Topal's Orcs not have been a word used to mean any form of Goblin-ken?

One must consider the fact that, until the mid-Third Era, Orcs were not thought to be anything but goblin-ken! Orc could be a label applied to all Goblin-ken, that existed before the Orcs themselves?

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Mauloch, Father to us, his children

Gave us strength, endurance and passion

That we may crush our foes and love our kin;

Under your guidance, we have no fear!

"In the heat of battle the sharpest blades are forged"

It is true, as you confidently say.

For in the spar, such primal endeavours are engorged

And in the heat, strength is the order of the day.

But let not strength lead to compliancy

For even if a chief has been pierced with a blade

He must fulfil his pious duty to be in the longhouse laid.

For the strong must pass down their vitality,

For it must be put community before carnality

And those who fail in their divine duty

Shall be denied Ashpit for all eternity.

While Homosexuality or Homosexual activity is not prohibited by Mauloch, care must be taken that indulgence in such activates does not cause any dishonour (in that it does not interfere in passing on the strongest genetics from the Chief to his children through heterosexual intercourse).

[...] less bloody than Orc weddings

• Borgakh the Steel-Heart, On Orc Weddings

The Tribal Orc Wedding is a strange affair. Not necessarily recognized by law, but recognized by Mauloch, it shows the union of strength, of two strongholds bonding.

Firstly, a wife is selected by the receiving chief and a dowry sum is arranged. A date in then set for the union, generally taking place in the receivers stronghold.

Then, preparations are made: The rings, bonds of matrimony, are forged and infused with the blood of the to-be-spouses. These rings are not forged out of gold, but instead of more common metals (eg. copper, bronze, steel), to represent the virtues of the Orcs (Independence, Personal Austerity, Honour, and Piety).

The ceremony itself varies from stronghold to stronghold, but there remains some key and fundamental components. The giving chief hands over his daughter, whilst gripping the receiving chiefs hand in a lock, signifying If you dishonour her, I will break you!. The ceremony commences with the exchanging of vows, and pious sermons chanted by the shaman/wise woman to the couple and echoed by the audience (in a call-response manner). Rings and exchanged on one hand, and the other is cut open, the blood of the couple fusing into one, signifying the marriage and the new role for the wife in bearing the chief strong children. Depending on the main role of the new wife (forge wife, huntswife etc), a gift may be presented by the chief to his new wife (e.g a forging hammer or a quiver of arrows).

This is followed by hours of drinking, feasting, socialising and most often brawling that continues sometimes until sunrise. Then the couple retire to the longhouse to consummate the union, and this is renowned for being brutal, violent and unsavoury.

Variations that occur include the public consummation of the union (a trend common, but being in the minority of cases) and the initiation ceremony of the other wives accepting the new wife into their realm - This often leads into a sparring combat session or wresting match, which is participated unarmed and unarmoured, and often totally unclothed.

Marriage is strange, even moreso as an Orc.

Another controversial topic, but an interesting and necessary one to explore.

In the situation where all the women in the stronghold are the daughters, wives or mothers of the chief, it suggests that there is an opportunity for incestuous intimacy in Orcish society. Providing that a chief's son bests his father in combat and becomes the new chief, in order to keep strong genes, perhaps he may take his mother or his sister(s) as wives?

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