"It turns out that no pest is more adaptable to the Nords of Skyrim than the orcs. These fanged orcs have occupied our beautiful lands dating back to before Ysgramor crossed the Sea of ​​Ghosts. Although that era did not yet exist

There are no written records, but the history of the Companions mentions that they completely destroyed the orc stronghold in Skyrim just as they drove the snow elves from the land.

Orc strongholds are well-defended strongholds, usually located near mineral resource storage sites. Each stronghold contains the infrastructure to support twelve or more families and is surrounded by walls, used to repel attacks other than strong military forces.

Anything. Many (Nord) lords are remembered in song, who (mostly) died fighting in a futile attempt to clear their realm of Orc strongholds. Worse still, if there was no Nord fortress responsible for the counterattack, it was destroyed

A stronghold will be rebuilt within a generation, and a Nord fortress requires stable supplies and food storage.

Few lords can afford to defend that pile of stones for an extended period of time, so orc strongholds remain a smallpox in our lands. Some orc strongholds have existed in this way for hundreds or even thousands of years. It is said that orc strongholds have existed in this way for hundreds or even thousands of years.

The ancient orc stronghold Cradlecrush in the East has never been taken by force or abandoned, although the ore veins it sits on have been exhausted.

The highest moment of power for the Skyrim orcs was the moment when Yanshnagg established his chieftaincy in the early Second Era. As the Breton coalition and the Red Guard troops destroyed Orsinium, a large number of orcs were driven to Skyrim. Yanshnag

Gorg and his people were banished from High Rock, and they fled to the east, seizing parts of Skyrim that they believed belonged to the orcs according to ancient privileges. King Swart of Western Skyrim failed to prevent the orcs and Reachmen from disturbing the

The kingdom of Western Skyrim. The chieftain wreaked havoc on Falkreath in the west for more than thirty years, until he was destroyed by the new lord of Falkreath, the assassin Harkveld Yanshnag in 2E 467.

When Yanshnag slew his father on the battlefield, Harkwild became the new Lord of Falkreath. The young lord inherited a fragmented land, much of it still occupied by orc invaders from the west.

.Harkveld is said to have challenged Yanshnag and many of his champion warriors to combat in a ritual trial. He defeated each opponent in turn. How Harkveld learned about this little-known orc ritual

No one knows yet, but with the leader defeated, Yanshnag's followers abandoned the chiefdom.

With the destruction of the chieftaincy, the orcs dispersed further across Skyrim or returned to the mountains of Wrothgar. The orc tribes originating from Jansh'nag harbored a fierce hatred for the kings of Skyrim. Ironically, the orcs and several

The people of West Tamriel, who destroyed their first homeland a hundred years ago, have reestablished contact, but their hatred of the Nords is growing day by day." - "Orcs of Skyrim" by Thora the Fardrifter

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During the Tianchen War in 2E 583, the Reach Deathhorn Clan (Dreadhorn Clan) united with the tauren to attack Skyrim, first targeting Falkreath. The then Lord of Falkreath, Hjurgol Skjoralmor,

Ignore it as a rumor. Using the technology of the ancient Neder, the Tauren leader Domihaus the Bloody-Horned became extremely powerful. During the Reacher siege of the city, when the cowardly and incompetent Ru

Gore hid in the lord's hall and was trampled to death by the Tauren chief. His daughter Eerika Skjoralmor was responsible for the city's defense. But as the war progressed, the number of people became smaller and smaller.

Until a group of adventurers came to the rescue, Elektra moved the survivors from the Hall of the Dead to a nearby city. They then began to counterattack, eventually repelling the Reach and the Tauren.

“Kark,

You once asked me how I could serve a cub half my age. Your statement was insulting, but I haven't given you a written answer yet, so I'll tell you now, while I still have time.

I returned to my hometown after defeating a somewhat famous Akaviri serpent warrior. I dedicated my sword to Lord (Rugor) and became a member of the team. However, the reward I received in exchange was only a piece of the city wall where I was stationed.

I paced up and down. When the lord's wife and children went to Solitude to attend the coronation ceremony of High King Svargrim and needed an escort, I seized the opportunity to leave the territory.

This journey seemed very boring until we left Loristed, and the calm was disturbed by the vibration. We stopped the caravan vigilantly, waiting for some kind of clearer danger signal. This was a fatal mistake. We stopped hesitantly.

On the route of a group of running mammoths. They suddenly surged out from the tree line (the continuous edge of the forest), passed through us effortlessly, knocked over the carriage and trampled down the warriors. When one of the beasts was in a fatal collision,

As it was about to fall on top of us, I managed to shake off the lord's young daughter, Erica, but her mother and I were not so lucky. Half-buried under the avalanche of (mammoth) fur, I heard a

The giantess roared angrily as she slapped the last guard out of her herd. The giantess locked her eyes on me, trapped beneath her dead mammoth, and I knew how it would end.

As her shadow blocked the light, I gradually accepted my impending fate and failed to see Erica climb onto the mammoth. I tried to shout, but my warning was drowned out by the child's angry roar.

Even the huge figure in front of me was shocked. I don't know whether it was fear or regret that made the giantess stop, but she gave in in front of the fearless cub (Erica). Thanks to Erica, I was able to

She escaped death, but her mother was not so lucky. With her leg crushed, I stayed in the carriage for the rest of the trip, comforting Erica as best I could, but she didn't need my sympathy. Her tears

As hard as ice. In fact she could bear the death of a loved one better than her father. The burden of responsibility fell on Erica as the lord kept starting his meetings from cups (meaning Rugor drank to survive,

Erica is running the city).

At the age of twelve, she strode into the bear's den to fight for the famine of early winter. At the age of sixteen, she led a handful of loyal swordsmen to drive the orc marauders out of our territory. At the age of nineteen, she

Killed the rampaging frost troll Raudhungr, and won the title of lord through action, not blood. There is not a soul in Falkreath that does not owe Erica her favor and life. I

No exception. The reason this territory lasts is because there is steel in that woman's soul, and we will need every scrap of it in the days to come.

Thunder roared on the mountain, but what was approaching in the distance was not rain. The horn of Reach heralded the coming torrent, but the unfortunate microtremor came too late. This may be the last time you hear my words, so I will leave the following

Keep these words in mind: There is no greater honor in my life than to serve Erica Skocommel, and no greater honor than to die beside her on the voyage to Sognard.

If we ever talk again, it will be thanks to her.

your brother,
Chapter completed!