durzog

Elder Scrolls Creature-a-Day 2!

The war durzog is a dog like creature, more reptile than dog, often kept by goblins for patrolling, and attacks on sight. These ones are specially trained by goblins for battle, they are sturdier and even more vicious than the wild ones. War durzogs were found in the Tribunal expansion for Morrowind 

FINALLY get to upload..stupid tumblr….Now I’m all caught up. <.< I would like to ride one of these……

anonymous asked:

Youth and ashstorms please maybe?

It was so big.

Balmora always seemed big enough already, but it’s the kind of big that’s really close together. There’s lots of alleyways and stairways weaved all around the buildings like an ant’s nest turned inside out, and it’s very important to have a map your mother drew for you so you don’t get lost and turn up somewhere you shouldn’t. You could hold your breath and try to run across the bridge, and you might make it to the other side but you would have to be very fast, and I only ever get halfway. I thought the very biggest thing in the world were the stones by the outskirts, a little bit taller than the ‘strider platform or even the watchtowers. 

That was as far as I’d ever been, until I was six and Mother took me to visit Uncle Endalyn. He lives really far away, in Ald’Ruhn, even though it doesn’t look very far away in the pictures. Pictures are tricky like that, I found out. Mother wrapped me up in a new travelling shawl she’d made for me, the colour of bricks, with little blue and white stitches on it. I was allowed to pack my own bag, but it had to be a little bag, with only really important things in it, like my drawing book and my toy durzog. Father gave me a little bit of guar-tallow pimihk with the berries mixed in for the trip, like a real soldier’s rations, so that Uncle Endalyn would know I’m ready to be a good warrior and carry a sword.

The ‘strider platform had lots of stairs. I only got a little bit scared because I was very high up, but the caravaner lifted me up and put me into the passenger hole really careful so I wouldn’t fall off the platform and die. He said the ‘strider’s name was Rubaru, and Rubaru’s special because it can say its name, and I was allowed to pet its brain. There’s a little rope around the edge of the shell where the cargo hooks go, and it’s all right to peer out so long as you hold onto the rope really tight, but you gotta ask first if it’s safe.

Balmora’s close-together big, but the ashfields weren’t like that at all. It was like a marketplace square made of dirt and grass and things, except there weren’t any walls or corners, just some rocks and really big mushrooms sometimes. And it goes on and on so far that you feel really tiny, like the ‘strider’s just a little bug and you’re an even littler bug on top of it. And that’s only the little bit on the map between this bit and that bit there. That’s really big, sideways big. And there’s almost no water anywhere, except on rocks for the wild guar to lick.

The sky was so blue it made my eyes go all weird to look at it, and I saw a cliffracer with speckles on it, but it went away when the little bells hanging from the canopy posts started ringing. The caravaner put on his goggles, and Mother made me put my things away and wrap my face up in my scarf because the bells mean a storm is coming. Rubaru didn’t mind, but we had to button up the big leather cover for it so the ash bits wouldn’t get stuck in its squishy parts. I had to go sit with Mother under the cover so we’d be safe too, but I wanted to see. I poked my finger through this little gap and I saw the clouds.

They started really far away, so far it looked like they faded into the world. It wasn’t like normal clouds, but like a big red wall, rolling over the fields and boiling at the edges. The wind got stronger and louder until it drowned out everything, and from up on the ‘strider you almost couldn’t see anything at all. Just red, red, red, and the wind, and Rubaru singing a song to it like it was saying hello. There was a big rushing sound that came towards us really fast, and then the red swallowed us up too. Mother made me leave the hole alone, then, so I sat down.

The storm didn’t stop till we were almost at Ald’Ruhn, but I didn’t know that until later on. I don’t remember the rest of the trip. The ash made a shh-shh-shh noise on the leather cover, and I fell asleep.


((For a later example of Morry and ash storms, try here))

9

The kids had a very special week as well.

On the second day, Snake and Fannah took the pier. Their goal? Fannah’s first fish. Her “very own fish. With no help from nobody else.” She had chosen her outfit specially for the task. A floppy durzog skin hat that we had laying around, her finest green stretchy pants, her softest sweater. A sweater that just so happened to share the color of durzog hide, and lastly her makeshift collar. I’ll never know where she got it in her head that this was proper fishing attire, but once she sets her mind to something there’s no stopping her. Fanar and I left them to their devices to do some shopping. It was to be a big day for him as well. He didn’t know it yet, but today was going to be his first business transaction.

Durzog and Keelin || Spilled Milk

@lady-of-the-mist

The day so far had been slow and uneventful for the orc. His bakery had long finished the morning rush for donuts and other fresh pastries. He sighed softly to himself, tending to his ovens as a new batch of orange cranberry muffins had finished their baking time. Ah, wonderful citrus-y goodness. With a bit of effort he fought back his girlish smile as he pulled out the tray of golden delights. This batch would be put front and center on his displays for certain. With a few choice specimens in his mitted hands, he turned to the window to set them out when he caught a small white cat out of the corner of his eye. A gasp escaped him and he nearly dropped the treats onto the floor.

This was important. He had to act quickly and take advantage of such a precious opportunity. Skillful and muscular arms delicately arranged the muffins in a heart shape on the top shelf in his main display with impressive speed. He spun back to the the kitchen, running inside to turn off the burners while grabbing a pan off one of his shelves. Intense red gaze snapped back outside, the cat was moving further away! Time was running short. He dashed over to the refrigerator, grabbing one of the gallons of milk and crudely splashing some of its contents into the pan, trying to keep as much inside as possible as he bounded to the door.

But where was the kitty?? He panted outside the doorway before spotting it one building down. With a relieved sigh he quickly set the pan down on the ground and made as many kissy noises as his orcish lips could muster, attempting to charm the cat over.