The Trickster and the Orc
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The thick shackle on her throat was an intricate maze of craftsmanship. A truly twisted game that needed solving to open, or a key to release it. No human blacksmith would risk their reputation trying to remove such a hateful, filthy accessory with the amount of heat needed so close to flesh. Not for her: A street-rat, a thief, a plaza trickster. As she sat sullen in a gully of the city, a last hopeless thought sparked within her mind but twisted within her gut. Maybe, just maybe, one of the beasts who dwell in Orc Mountain wouldn't care to take this job for the right price. Could the stolen item in her pocket, an item she'd grown to hate, be enough payment to finally set her free?
A fanfiction based on the brilliant Orc Sworn universe of author Finley Fenn.
Featuring my take on Azog The Defiler from Tolkien/Peter Jackson. This will be dark but no OOC actions will come from Finley's characters-that is why Azog is here-to be cruel, to be hateful-to defile.
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