Subject: Sabah is a state in the country of Malaysia.
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Posted on: 2013-02-28 04:24:00 UTC
[It's OK, I barely know the states in many other nations either.]
I'll have my orcs look for a special yarn ball for Caradharas, with some asbestos, and the usual spider silk. It must be around here somewhere. Can't have fireballs flying around, fire hazard obviously.
Fanbrats already appeared amongst these teenage orcs when I arrived. Part of my campaign too, making them write better fiction and fanfiction, in Malay Language, if not English. The parents didn't usually care, but they eyes did burn when reading their... masterpiece.
In fact, that's how I got the legend that I have fire-red eyes. It's actually that my eyes got stung by the horrible fics, and I had to keep my eyes shut for a few weeks. It was so red, I saw the world with a tinge of red. Have to rest for weeks, not moving lest there is a need to open my eyes.
Some mistranslations between English, Malay and Orcish chats later, and the legend that I have fire-eyes are born. I wear fire-orange-coloured contacts when I need to impress someone, but my glasses are still required to see well. I'm moderately near-sighted, making me useless with ranged weapons if my glasses are lost. Also, I'm afraid to stick anything into my eyes, so I won't be using contacts often.
Agent Edgar can have as much coffee as we have. Our feast meals are quite spicy, except for the pizza, so we will provide a little milk for the tongue. But do bring your own, we may run short on those.
I think the portal's opening here. And right next to our stage too! I'll have the orcs standing now.
[Actually, I want to make Dark Lord Aakmal to be a human, an Easterling if you will, and he is the one managing and selling most of the stuff. Most orcs can pass for humans in bad need for makeup if they shave their whole body, but they'll shave your skin off if you dare force them. Highly embarrassing, they say. So the main point of me being there is to sell their products for them. My character didn't speak Orcish well yet, but he's still learning slowly. Also, sorry I didn't have actual fire-eyes.]
[Being that they are orcs, they had to wear ridiculous outfits to sell stuffs in the home region before I arrive. After that, I'm the one mostly selling the stuffs. And since they often bicker over the money, I had to split them well, thus securing my closeness to the orc chieftain. Thus a few months after being an amateur-treasurer-cum-paramedic-cum-language-teacher-cum-jack-of-many-trades, the orc chieftain entrusts me with the position of Dark Lord, with the support of three other orc underground villages. I make them live together, since each village only has 200 orcs at the most. Now I'm under control of 500 orcs, 200 of them battle-and-knitting-and-looming ready. The spiders of Shelob are more like pets, but some orc-kids do lost their lives when they play with them too roughly, thus the need for guide to caring for mini-Aragogs. I assume they will be quite similar.]
[I had to provide them with better food than they could manage, that is lichens, jungle plants, and a few stolen cows and rare hunted animals, as part of my oath as their Dark Lord. I managed some Maggi, rice, and later some vegetable and chicken for their harsh fur. All orcs except from one village can withstand sunlight, but gets sunburnt sometimes, as in cooked crisp, kind of way, so the orc farmers usually overdress when planting their vegetables. Rice is usually bought, too much trouble to be planted.]
[Lastly, take your time. Best wines are those that aged well.]