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"Why do you have that?" asked Lor-Zuorah — a Hieyoksmainer orc who exhibited an abnormally lofty height which allowed him to stand face-to-face with Lady Sysyllyn herself — of Lor-Loruuno.

Like Lor-Zuorah, Lor-Loruuno was an abnormal among the Hieyoksmainer orcs in service to Lady Sysyllyn. However, unlike Lor-Zuorah, Lor-Loruuno's abnormality wasn't a difference in height. But rather, it was a difference in species. For Lor-Loruuno was not a Hieyoksmainer orc. Nor was he half of a Hieyoksmainer orc. Or any amount of any kind of orc for that matter. But rather, Lor-Loruuno was half-kanov. And half...

...something.

"Huh?" responded Lor-Loruuno with a tilt of his head. Subsequently, Lor-Loruuno blinked. And then blinked again. Lor-Zuorah glowered, frightening Lor-Loruuno as he did so. Unfortunately, because Lor-Zuorah frightened Lor-Loruuno, Lor-Loruuno did not ask Lor-Zuorah for clarification about what Lor-Zuorah's was asking him about. Instead, Lor-Loruuno just took a wild guess. With a fearful and hesitant hand, Lor-Loruuno slowly pointed at a scabbard that he had strapped to his back. As Lor-Loruuno did so, the other Hieyoksmainer orcs that Lor-Loruuno was standing at attention with allowed their gazes to wander from Lor-Zuorah to what Lor-Loruuno was pointing towards. Consequently, by the time Lor-Loruuno's finger was pointed at his scabbard, the war party had deteriorated from an orderly phalanx into a chaotic mob. Needless to say, Lor-Zuorah was not amused by this development. Not at all.

"Back in line!" roared Lor-Zuorah with all of the ferocity and volume of a lion. In response to Lor-Zuorah's roar, the Hieyoksmainer orcs fearfully returned to their positions as he did so and then returned to standing at attention as well. Lor-Zuorah grunted in approval of the Hieyoksmainer orcs' obedience and promptness and then returned his attention to Lor-Loruuno, whom was still pointing at his scabbard. "You. Man-orc. That thing you're pointing at. Why do you have it when you have spear?"

"T-t-to hold the sword," answered Lor-Loruuno in a stammer. Immediately afterward, Lor-Loruuno gracefully withdrew the Rimehelve from the scabbard and then displayed the Rimehelve to Lor-Zuorah.

Among the myriad of weapons that were in the hands of Lady Sysyllyn's horde of Hieyoksmainer orcs, the Rimehelve was an oddity among oddities. Because it had been the pet project of the not-so-capable apprentice of a very capable bladesmith, the Rimehelve exhibited a rather unconventional design. It was a zweihänder with a brass hilt which was literally bolted to a blade of ice by a grand total of 22 screws. Even in comparison to the pointy sticks that the Hieyoksmainer orcs claimed to be spears, the Rimehelve was crude and unprofessional. So much so, that it looked more like a makeshift than the masterpiece that its creator had intended to construct...

...however, though the Rimehelve may be lacking beauty, it was not lacking in beast. For, in the right hands, the Rimehelve was a force to be reckoned with. Its blade of frost was heavy enough to encumber an Antorian orc and hard enough to crack a lesser diamond. In addition, in stark contrast to most greatsword, it exhibited a lengthy hilt which compensated for the excessive weight of the blade. As a result, in spite of its less than stellar appearance and excessive weight, the Rimehelve has managed to serve Lor-Loruuno — and all of its other precious wielders — well.

"What?" asked a confused Lor-Zuorah. Whom had been asking about the Rimehelve itself — due to the fact that he couldn't understand why Lor-Loruuno would bother with the Rimehelve when he had a perfectly good spear to use in its stead — rather than the Rimehelve's scabbard.

"To hold th-th-the sword. I-I-It's heavy, you see. And I d-don't have the strength to carry it on my shoulders all d-day long," re-explained Lor-Loruuno with twiddling thumbs. Unfortunately for Lor-Loruuno, his re-explanation was confusing rather than clarifying. But fortunately for Lor-Loruuno, before Lor-Zuorah managed to berate him for the confusion...

"Lor, slayer of many norr, carry sword of yore in sheath to store?" ...a (bad) poet of a Hieyoksmainer orc could not help but to comment on the situation.

"No speak when not spoken to!" snapped Lor-Zuorah at the poet. The poet whimpered in acquiescence to Lor-Zuorah, prompting a snort from Lor-Zuorah as he did so. Subsequently, Lor-Zuorah decided to abandon his interrogation of Lor-Loruuno in favor of re-focusing his attention on the matter at hand.

A raid.

"March! To the South! March!" shouted Lor-Zuorah, prompting the gates to Kaldrheimr to be opened as he did so and bringing a start to the first raid of Lor-Loruuno.

Description
"Why do you have that?" asked Lor-Zuorah — a Hieyoksmainer orc who exhibited an abnormally lofty height which allowed him to stand face-to-face with Lady Sysyllyn herself — of Lor-Loruuno.

Like Lor-Zuorah, Lor-Loruuno was an abnormal among the Hieyoksmainer orcs in service to Lady Sysyllyn. However, unlike Lor-Zuorah, Lor-Loruuno's abnormality wasn't a difference in height. But rather, it was a difference in species. For Lor-Loruuno was not a Hieyoksmainer orc. Nor was he half of a Hieyoksmainer orc. Or any amount of any kind of orc for that matter. But rather, Lor-Loruuno was half-kanov. And half...

...something.

"Huh?" responded Lor-Loruuno with a tilt of his head. Subsequently, Lor-Loruuno blinked. And then blinked again. Lor-Zuorah glowered, frightening Lor-Loruuno as he did so. Unfortunately, because Lor-Zuorah frightened Lor-Loruuno, Lor-Loruuno did not ask Lor-Zuorah for clarification about what Lor-Zuorah's was asking him about. Instead, Lor-Loruuno just took a wild guess. With a fearful and hesitant hand, Lor-Loruuno slowly pointed at a scabbard that he had strapped to his back. As Lor-Loruuno did so, the other Hieyoksmainer orcs that Lor-Loruuno was standing at attention with allowed their gazes to wander from Lor-Zuorah to what Lor-Loruuno was pointing towards. Consequently, by the time Lor-Loruuno's finger was pointed at his scabbard, the war party had deteriorated from an orderly phalanx into a chaotic mob. Needless to say, Lor-Zuorah was not amused by this development. Not at all.

"Back in line!" roared Lor-Zuorah with all of the ferocity and volume of a lion. In response to Lor-Zuorah's roar, the Hieyoksmainer orcs fearfully returned to their positions as he did so and then returned to standing at attention as well. Lor-Zuorah grunted in approval of the Hieyoksmainer orcs' obedience and promptness and then returned his attention to Lor-Loruuno, whom was still pointing at his scabbard. "You. Man-orc. That thing you're pointing at. Why do you have it when you have spear?"

"T-t-to hold the sword," answered Lor-Loruuno in a stammer. Immediately afterward, Lor-Loruuno gracefully withdrew the Rimehelve from the scabbard and then displayed the Rimehelve to Lor-Zuorah.

Among the myriad of weapons that were in the hands of Lady Sysyllyn's horde of Hieyoksmainer orcs, the Rimehelve was an oddity among oddities. Because it had been the pet project of the not-so-capable apprentice of a very capable bladesmith, the Rimehelve exhibited a rather unconventional design. It was a zweihänder with a brass hilt which was literally bolted to a blade of ice by a grand total of 22 screws. Even in comparison to the pointy sticks that the Hieyoksmainer orcs claimed to be spears, the Rimehelve was crude and unprofessional. So much so, that it looked more like a makeshift than the masterpiece that its creator had intended to construct...

...however, though the Rimehelve may be lacking beauty, it was not lacking in beast. For, in the right hands, the Rimehelve was a force to be reckoned with. Its blade of frost was heavy enough to encumber an Antorian orc and hard enough to crack a lesser diamond. In addition, in stark contrast to most greatsword, it exhibited a lengthy hilt which compensated for the excessive weight of the blade. As a result, in spite of its less than stellar appearance and excessive weight, the Rimehelve has managed to serve Lor-Loruuno — and all of its other precious wielders — well.

"What?" asked a confused Lor-Zuorah. Whom had been asking about the Rimehelve itself — due to the fact that he couldn't understand why Lor-Loruuno would bother with the Rimehelve when he had a perfectly good spear to use in its stead — rather than the Rimehelve's scabbard.

"To hold th-th-the sword. I-I-It's heavy, you see. And I d-don't have the strength to carry it on my shoulders all d-day long," re-explained Lor-Loruuno with twiddling thumbs. Unfortunately for Lor-Loruuno, his re-explanation was confusing rather than clarifying. But fortunately for Lor-Loruuno, before Lor-Zuorah managed to berate him for the confusion...

"Lor, slayer of many norr, carry sword of yore in sheath to store?" ...a (bad) poet of a Hieyoksmainer orc could not help but to comment on the situation.

"No speak when not spoken to!" snapped Lor-Zuorah at the poet. The poet whimpered in acquiescence to Lor-Zuorah, prompting a snort from Lor-Zuorah as he did so. Subsequently, Lor-Zuorah decided to abandon his interrogation of Lor-Loruuno in favor of re-focusing his attention on the matter at hand.

A raid.

"March! To the South! March!" shouted Lor-Zuorah, prompting the gates to Kaldrheimr to be opened as he did so and bringing a start to the first raid of Lor-Loruuno.