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Is Ork spelled with a C or a K? My brain says C but my heart says K.

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Summary:

You've lived most of your life alone on a small island in the frozen northern sea. You've handled it well, but sometimes you cant help but fill a little twinge of loneliness. Usually you were able to ignore it, but then she showed up.

Ever since the orkish sorceress came to your lonesome windy island, you've admired her strength and grace. Thankfully, she seems to have many uses for your services as a blacksmith, woodworker, and glassblower. Her frequent visits have only strengthened your feelings until you've fallen hopelessly in love with her. You weren't expecting to see her on this rainy day, but then you hear a knock at your door...

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Context that changes the audio

Knock

Knock

Smith! Open up! I grow weary of being left out in this rain.

Thank you. It’s nice to see your face.

I was down at the docks picking some stuff up and they told me a shipment was in for you. So I decided I’d save you the trip. I know how shy you get.

Several loud thunks

We’ve got Pig Iron from the mainland, three cordfeet of Yew Wood from the lowlands and two sacks of Red Sand from the Ordos Desert. Quite the impressive haul.

No need to thank me I was coming over anyways. I need to place an order for thirteen jars. They must each be thirteen ounces, no more no less, and stained a deep red. It will require small amounts of gold dust, which I can provide. I need it before the harvest moon. Do you think you can do that?

I knew you could, I wouldn't have come here if I didn't think you were capable.

May I sit down? I might be strong but carrying all that so far has tired me out. And I'd like to warm myself by the fire. The wind is from the North today and it brings with it a chill. It seems the end of Autumn is upon us.

I’m grateful that you’re around, you know? To do what I do I need access to a carpenter, a blacksmith and a glassblower. When I built my tower on this windy little island I was worried I’d have to return to the mainland whenever I needed something.

Well that or kidnap whatever tradesmen I needed.

Am I joking? I suppose I could be but welllllllll I am an Ork after all.

Rarrrr big scary Ork Take what she want! Give what Ork want or Ork smash puny human!

Laughs

I know I know you never treated me like I was anything other than a regular person. That's another thing that makes me glad you’re around. I remember the day I first walked in here. There I was all big scary and green and you treated me just like any other customer. I appreciated that.

We’re a lot alike. You have a lot of skills, and aren't afraid to try your hand at something new. You’re strong and kind. I admire that.

And there's a lot to love about creation, that you can take iron and dust and make so many amazing things. It’s beautiful. It's not the stuff they sing songs about but I think it's incredible.

I’ve always wondered how you came to be what you are. Frankly you're wasted on this island. You'll have to tell me why you stay here some day.

Oh come now, We're friends right? You can tell me anything you want.

prying

Anything you'd like to tell me?

No?

Disappointed

Well, While I’m here can you look at something for me?

Magic sound

Someone left this little trinket in my garden not too long ago. It seems that I have a secret admirer. They left me a hair clip made of Iron in the shape of a Rose. It's beautiful isn't it? It looks so delicate, but it's very strong. Whoever made this is an incredibly skilled metalworker.

You know something like this has a lot of significance in my culture. It is said that the god of smiths fell deeply in love with the orkish mother goddess. He crafted a flower from iron, it represented the qualities he saw in her.

Do you think you could make something like this?

They admit they probably could

Hmmm well, Did you make this?

Nervous denial from smith

No?

What about this? I found it in my study.

Magic sound

A wooden dagger, burned with Orkish runes. The grammar needs work but the letters themselves are beautiful. I know you’ve been practicing your runes. What does it say?

Not quite. It's a beautiful sentiment, but the runes the maker used were chosen clumsily. The craftsman used the runes that mean “Grace” “Strength” and “Wisdom” but when read phonetically it says. “I know I must hold my pee” It's a novice mistake frankly.

It's cute though, endearing even. And it's beautiful craftsmanship. I'm rather fond of it

Did you make this?

Hmmm no? You sure?

They’re disappointed and a little frustrated.

And what about this third one?

Magic Sound

An arctic poppy made of glass. An odd choice of subject, but you know that the arctic poppy is my favorite flower. I admire that they provide a little beauty to dark cold places. That's not something I'd share with just anyone. I hope you know that.

Did you make this?

Silence? You must be lost in thought.

Well While you're thinking I'm gonna stand up and do some stretches

Exaggerated yawn

They pin the smith against the wall with one arm while pretending to stretch. They switch to a more teasing/bullying tone

Oh my goodness while I was doing my isometric exercises I seem to have pinned you against the wall.

Well I've already started and it just wouldn't be right for me to stop now, so I guess you're stuck until I finish my stretches. You don't mind, do you?

I'll take that stammering as a no.

You know you have really nice eyes.

Ahahah don't turn away. You're always so selfish with those eyes of yours. Only ever letting me get a little peak before you blush and turn away. C'mon let me get a good long look for once.

Oh they're boring? You’re going to tell a sorceress what she's allowed to find interesting? That's awfully bold, especially for you.

Well they’re not boring to me. I can see colors you can't and to me it's like looking down a kaleidoscope. So much depth.

So look me in my eyes and tell me. Are you my secret admirer?

Smith just stammers

You squeak like a mouse. I'm not above a truth spell you know.

Yeah you know it would be a shame if I wasted this opportunity to practice my spells. You don't mind, do you?

Let me just trace a little rune here on your chest.

Wanna guess what rune it is? I know you’ve been learning them

Very good! This rune means "Candor", although I would personally translate it as "Confession". Just a couple little strokes and a little boop! on your lips and poof, I just put a spell on you. If it worked your mouth should taste just a little like mint.

So tell me did you make me those little gifts?

Mock surprise You did? Good golly I don't believe it!

Now the real question.

Do you have feelings for me?

Silence again? It seems you've found the loophole in my truth spell. Tsk tsk tsk.

And you’ve got such a wonderful voice too, it's a real shame that you refuse to use it.

Perhaps I'll just steal your voice and place it in a jar. Then I can hear it whenever I like.

Who's gonna stop me? Big Scary Ork take what she want after all.

Listener still can't form words. Ork was bluffing and just drops the cute bully act

Oh for the love of- come on! Out with it!

I’m no fool. What good does lying do you? I just want to hear you say it!

Be honest with me, please. I'll wait all night if I have to! It's not like I've got anything going on!

Smith finally lets it out

There! Was that so hard!?

Awkward silence

Oh I'm sorry I'm pushing too hard aren't I.

Here I'll move my hand over.

Look I didn't mean to..

I didn't mean to get so worked up

It just makes me angry. That all this time I pined for you and you secretly were pining for me.

We wasted so much time!

Do you have any idea how lonely I am up there in the tower?

It pains me to think of every cold and windy night I could have spent in your arms but for your cowardice!

I’m really upset!

I know you're afraid of me to some extent but I don't understand why. I know I'm powerful, but so are you in your own way.

Have I ever given you a reason to be afraid of me?

I guess other than um right now.

Hey cut it out with that jerk at the market! I changed that guy back! And if you didn't want me to turn him into a newt maybe you should have stood up for yourself! You know how I can be.

Sigh

Look, let me tell you where I’m coming from.

Back on the mainland people look at me like they look at a sword or a book of spells. I’m just something to throw at their enemies or something their enemies threw at them.

I didn't become a warrior because I loved battle, I did it because I wanted to have the power to do the right thing. I didn't like bullies. I mastered every weapon, every style of combat I could get my hands on. But It wasn't enough, I needed more. I wanted the power to fight for my ideals.

So I broke ten thousand years of tradition. I branded myself a heretic and a traitor to my people.I became a sorceress.

I gave up a lot for it.

I traveled to the seven temples of the seven sister goddesses and learned each of the seven pillars of wisdom.

I crossed the plains of cinnabar where kings and wizards fear to tread. I rappled down into the eternal well that lies beyond the desert. For three hundred and sixty six days I wandered in caverns that haven't seen light since heaven still touched earth. Battling my way through beasts so old that no living culture had names for them.

I came to the end of the path and I drank greedily from the waters of wisdom that bubble up at the center of the world. I was burned to ashes, but my will would not be broken and I rose anew as a phoenix. No sorcerer before or since has matched me.

I returned to civilization burning with hope. It was finally time y'know? I was ready to take on the world in the name of my ideals.

But my presence became an apple of discord, people fought over me. Everyone wanted me as a weapon, but nobody listened to me when I offered the wisdom I had fought so hard to attain.

Nobody Listened! I gave up everything for wisdom, and nobody wanted it!

I had two options. Either leave or become a conqueror.

And you better believe I came close to the second one. I could have laid the world at my feet. Made myself an empress. Maybe even a dark messiah. The temptation burned me over.

But to do that would have been to throw away everything I believed in.

I opted to leave.

Is a dream a lie if it wont come true? Or is it something worse?

All that power and I couldn't do anything real. It was just an illusion. A sick joke.

I exiled myself to that tower, and was content to slowly burn away in a life of quiet contemplation. I planned to bury myself in my training and study until I felt nothing. Then over time I suppose I would have just faded away.

Instead I met you.

You’re humble and wise. Your words roll down my back like water and calm me. I began to rely on you. I’ve noticed I'm not alone in that. This whole Island depends on you, people here trust you, they listen to you.

And I can tell you don't even realize it.

Down at the docks all anybody wanted to talk about was you, what you were working on, when you were coming around. Old man Rasmussen wants you to take a look at his stove next time you're in town, he's been having some kind of trouble with it. I offered to help but he just did that thing he does where he just kinda trails off without giving you an answer one way or the other.

I don't know if you've noticed but I've been seeking out projects that involve me ordering things from you. So I have an excuse to come down here. I feel like a silly child.

I didn't even realize it at first but before I knew it I’d caught feelings. As they say. I should have just told you. I don't know why I went so crazy trying to get a confession. I feel like a clown.

It just seemed too good to be true. I had to hear you say it. I understand if you never want to see me again after that outburst.

I’m tired and lonely. Please stop hiding from me. If we get hurt, then we get hurt, but I will not spend another night cold and alone, staring wistfully out over the sea.

Let me take you to my tower. We’ll watch the storm break on the rocks together. Doesn't that sound nice?

We’ll take it day by day. And go at whatever pace you need us to. I’m willing to wait. I’ve got time.

Does that sound good?

Listener agrees. She waves her hand and puts out the fire

Then take my hand.

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